Page 59 of Sweethearts and Savages
Carmen, who had been waitressing, came over and sat in the seat between the looming Wendigo and Sammie. Monster hadn't spoken a word, but Sammie seemed comfortable with him. Plus, he looked at Carmen like he’d tear out the heart of every person in the room, just for her. Which was, you know, romantic in a crazy serial killer kind of way.
They both kissed her, and then she turned her gaze to me. Enit’s sister was fucking nuts, so they were all a pretty good match. Sometimes, if there was a sudden cold snap, my nose still ached where she’d broken it.
She looked softly at Enit, her eyes equal parts worried and excited. “I have news.”
Enit tensed. “Are you pregnant? The dads are going to shit a brick.”
Carmen threw up her hands. “Why does everyone keep saying that? No, I’m not pregnant. Sheesh.” Enit grinned, and I realized she’d been teasing her sister. I chuckled silently, squeezing her closer.
Carmen looked between us. “No, that's not what it is. Bobby asked me if I would be his mate. Officially, I mean. We’re going to have a mating ceremony. I want you to be there.”
Enit squealed, her face going through a comical amount of emotions: surprise, happiness, but my eyes snagged on the longing on her face.
Soon, little Omega, I’ll make you mine forever.
She launched herself across the table and into her sister’s arms. “Of course I’ll be there. Where else would I be?”
They fell into conversation about ceremonies and dresses and all that stuff, and I pulled her back down on my lap so I could just appreciate her closeness. Apparently, having her stolen had messed me up a bit too.
When she had to get back to the kitchens, I felt her absence like a physical ache. Carmen watched me with narrowed eyes. “Keep looking at her like that, and I won’t be the only one having a mating ceremony soon.” She watched her go as well. “There’s something wrong with her.”
My eyes snapped back to the beta. “I know. Stacey is working on it, but Enit insists she’s fine.”
Carmen shook her head, sliding out from between Sammie and Monster. “She’d insist she was fine even as you put her body in the ground. Figure it out, Alpha. Prove your worth.” With that, she swung her long, dark hair over her shoulder and marched off.
I looked at Sammie. “Your girlfriend is scary as hell, man.”
Sammie gave me a goofy, lovestruck look. “I know.”
As Enit rode me,moonlight dripping down her skin until she looked like a goddess, I bit my lip and thought of the Queen of England naked so I didn’t blow my load right then. In the corner, a fully dressed Stacey watched on, her eyes appreciating the long lines of our girl’s back, the way she tipped her chin to the sky, pushing her pretty tits in the air.
Ever since that day in the infirmary, when I’d walked in on literally every guy's fantasy, Stace had watched me make love to our girl. We’d become closer before that, banded together while Enit was gone, but this was another step.
And I loved it. Loved that someone else could see how well I treated my mate, how I made her come all over my cock, how fucking amazing our bodies looked rolling together in the darkness.
Stace and I didn’t have a sexual relationship, and we never would, but we had a mutual desire to make Enit as happy as possible, and this scenario fulfilled something for us all.
I grabbed Enit’s waist, thrusting up roughly, and she mewled my name in the darkness, begging me for more, or hell, maybe pleading with me not to stop. She didn’t have to worry. I had myself locked down.
“Come on baby, you’re almost there. Come for me, Omega,” I purred, and like the good girl she was, she fucking shattered all over my dick, her sweet little pussy milking me. I gritted my teeth through the pleasure. I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to wring one more orgasm from her before we called it a night. She slumped against my chest, and I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, holding her to me as I flipped her onto her back.
She looked toward Stace in the corner, and I kissed her neck, moving slowly, building her back up again.
I heard Stacey’s whispered, “Beautiful,” then Enit’s eyes were back on me. They were dazed and filled with satiated lust, and her body rolled gently against mine, meeting my gentle thrusts. I slipped her legs over my shoulders. I snapped my hips as she begged and gasped, holding out until one final orgasm shook her body, and we were both sweaty and panting.
I collapsed beside her, stroking her floppy white-blonde hair from her face. “I love you, Enit Baxter,” I whispered into her shoulder. “One day I’ll mark you and make you my mate.”
“I love you too—”
“That's it!” Stacey was bounding to her feet, moving to the bed in a single jump. “That’s what's wrong. Why the fuck didn’t I think of it earlier?”
I blinked dumbly, mostly because all the blood in my body was still working its way from my dick back to my brain. Plus Stacey had said fuck; she never swore, it wasn’t in her nature. “What?”
Stacey grabbed a panicked Enit, turning her face so she could stare down at her. “When you had intercourse with Kell Arborson, did you bite him?”
My whole body froze like I’d been stunned with a cattle prod. She couldn’t be implying…
Enit started to shake in my arms. “I can’t remember. It was all so fast and—” Her eyes shifted back to me, like she was waiting for my anger. “I don’t remember.”
