Page 112 of Heat & Deceit
A shiver races down my spine, and I close my lips, sucking and cleaning his fingers. My essence is a little sweet and salty, but on his skin, it’s like ambrosia. His other hand cups a breast, gently squeezing and teasing my nipple through my shirt and bra.
“You did so good for me,” he whispers, kissing my chin and extracting his fingers from my mouth. “But I need to stop touching you before I sayfuck it alland knot you.”
“That would be bad.” I turn my head enough to kiss the edge of his mouth. “Thank you for the orgasm.”
He removes my hands from his neck and spins me around, pinning me to the shelves. “Think we can get away with another?”
I shake my head, but his mouth crashes into mine, consuming me and making me forget all about propriety and the people in the front of the shop.
“I leave you alone with her for one minute, and you’ve already broken the agreement.”
As Lycus’s mouth breaks from mine, I gasp, and my eyes jump to the door. Javier is standing there, wearing a lazy smile. The door is closed, and it’s the only thing that keeps me from panicking. Randal is still up front with Rome.
“You didn’t say anything about fingers.” Lycus slides his mischievous brown eyes to meet mine. “And she asked me to. I couldn’t deny her.”
My cheeks heat. “Lycus,” I hiss.
“Don’t be ashamed,” Javier says. “Do you feel safe, mentirosa?”
The question surprises me. Honestly? I’ve never felt more secure. “Yes,” I say, meeting his gaze.
“Good.” He turns a glare on Lycus. “No more touching, for real. We’re about to open, and Rome can only stall Randal for so long.” Javier inhales and groans. “And for fuck’s sake, open the back door to air the place out.”
Lycus laughs. “I think Javi got a stiffy.”
My eyes drop and, sure enough, the front of his pants bulge. Through his clothes, I can tell he’s big—girthy too. I swallow, trying to figure out how that thing will ever fit inside of me, let alone my mouth.
“Nova,” Javier growls. “Stop looking at my dick.”
“I wasn’t!” I protest, ripping my gaze from his crotch.
He arches an eyebrow. “I’m trying very hard not to say or do things that’ll scare you away. You staring at my cock with those wide eyes is testing that restraint.”
“It’s so big,” I whisper.
Lycus groans and grabs my face, planting a kiss on my lips. “You need to go to the front, because I don’t think you’re ready for us to knot you yet. Please, for the sake of our cocks, leave.”
At least one of us has some semblance of good sense.
“Okay,” I say, turning to leave as soon as he releases me.
No! Let them knot you! Get all those knots! Let them take you however they want!
“Hey, Rain?” Lycus asks.
Oh, thank god. I turn around, ready to sayfuck it alland let them knot me.
“You forgot these.” He smirks and hands me the supplies I’d been grabbing before he gave me an orgasm.
“Oh. Um. Thanks.”
“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I’m begging you to leave,” he says, face lining with regret.
I’m not bothered by the request. If anything, knowing these alphas are putting my comfort before their desire to knot and mate makes it harder to leave. They’re slowing things down, doing exactly as I asked, and my heart warms.
“You’re beautiful,” Javier tells me as I pass. I bite my lip and glance at him. “I’m happy you’re back.”
“Me too,” I confess and head to the front, where I try my damndest to act like nothing’s changed.
