Page 13 of Sweethearts and Savages
I slid my free hand up his strong chest, feeling his heart beat beneath my palm.
Then someone was grabbing me by my arms and moving me bodily away. No prizes for guessing who that was.
“Back the fuck up, asswipe,” Christopher growled, but Bohdie just grinned at him goofily and I couldn’t help but grin back. I’d put that look on his face. Me.
Christopher dragged me away, and I looked over my shoulder at Bohdie.
“Check your pockets,” he mouthed, pointing to his own pockets.
Subtly slipping my hands into the pocket of my dress, I pulled out a tiny box of conversation hearts, his phone number written in Sharpie on the back. My lips curled into a smile of their own accord, and I put the box back in my pocket. I had no idea when he’d done that, but it was… desperately cute.
Christopher stomped to the car, texting Carmen as he went. But we left without her, and he gave me the silent treatment all the way home.
“I don’t know why you’re being such a hypocrite right now,” I grumbled as we pulled into the driveway of our house in Dark River. “Girls were all over you all night, but I can’t kiss a guy?”
Christopher slammed out of the car. “You can kiss whoever you want, Enit, as long as it’s not an Alpha. How do you know it's what you really want? How do you know it isn’t just your Alpha and Omega pheromones telling you that this is what youshouldwant? It’s just another way of coercing something from you that you don’t want to give, but this time you’re too—” He cut himself off, and I tensed my jaw.
“Stupid? Weak?”
Christopher growled. “You are neither of those things, and you know it. Too caught up in the feeling of it to think clearly.”
I stomped up the steps and slammed into the house. No one was home. This was prime time in Dark River. Everyone would be out doing their jobs, living their lives.
Even the dead had more freedom than me.
I whirled around as Christopher followed me through the door. “I can assure you, I see perfectly clearly. No one—not you, not Carmen—learned the lesson about Alphas as well as me. I’m the one who still has nightmares about it. So trust me when I say that I am not caught up in the fucking Omega pheromones, brother. And I’d appreciate it if you stayed the hell out of my business.”
“I am your Alpha,” he grumbled.
“Dad is my Alpha. You are my brother and I love you more than anyone else in this world, other than Carmen. But I will get her to punch you in your damn face if you don’t pull your head out of your ass and let melive.”
With that I stormed into my room and slammed the door, resting my back against it. Then I pulled my phone and the box of hearts from my pocket. Putting the number in my phone, I sent a message to Bohdie before I lost my nerve.
Me: That was a pretty good kiss. Can we do it again?
The message came back almost instantly.
Bohdie: As often as you’ll let me.
I did a silent squeal and fell into bed. I didn’t think I’d be sleeping anytime soon though.
6
Bohdie
“Beatrice, you are the very light of my life. If I was fifty years older and possibly undead, I would sweep you off your feet.”
The round, grandmotherly Scottish vampire waved a hand at me. “Enough of that. I have bottles of scotch older than you.” She handed me the picnic basket. “These are all Enit’s favorite foods, but listen to me well, lad. If you so much as hurt her feelings, I shall feed from your corpse until you are a mere husk.”
I just grinned at her. “If I hurt Enit, you may need to get in line. But I swear, I have no intention of hurting her.”
And I didn’t. The last few weeks had been a series of stolen kisses in dark hallways and I felt so damn alive. But I never pushed it further than kissing. I wasn’t going to screw this up just because my dick ached at the sight of her.
Beatrice tapped my cheek. “You’d better make sure you don’t,” she said in a smiling, pleasant voice. “Now be gone with you.”
Beatrice owned a diner in Dark River with her husband, but I’d recently found out that her diner supplied some of the baked goods to the cafeteria here, and I made a call. Beatrice, despite her threats of exsanguination, was a bit of a romantic, and she happily agreed to my request.
I was taking Enit on our first real date, and I wanted it to be perfect. I’d scoped out the perfect place near an ornamental pond. I bought ducks with ducklings from a local farmer and put up a very, very stern warning on the school bulletin board that anyone caught eating the damn ducks would be eaten themselves.
