Page 145 of Heat & Deceit
“Is that not allowed?”
He shakes his head. “No, you’re like,smiling. You have been for the last week.”
“I have?”
“Yeah.” He gives me a once-over. “You’re getting railed,” he says with a gasp.
“Randal,” I hiss as a blush hits my face. Thank fuck I’m still using the scent-suppressing lotion. We all agreed I should continue using it for now, since my coworkers still think I’m a beta. At some point, we’ll have to find a way to explain the situation. My shirt covers the mate marks, but when the guys are around, I can’t help staring at them. I can’t help thinking about one of them bending me over the counter and—stop.
Do not think about that right now.
His eyes widen, and he grabs me, pulling me closer to whisper, “You little hussy, you’re totally getting railed. Tell me everything.”
“Um—”
“Randal,” Ly says, tone reprimanding. “Let her go.”
Randal releases me and smirks, side-eyeing the alpha. “Why? Worried I might steal your woman?”
Darkness flashes over Ly’s face, and he takes a menacing step forward. I jump in front of Randal and point at the alpha. “Don’t you even think about it.”
“Oh my god,” Randal whispers, voice filled with delight.
Ly doesn’t stop walking until my finger is pressed into his chest. “You think you can stop me?”
“He’s messing around. Don’t go all alpha rage on him. I like him.” A displeased rumble cuts through the air, and I correct myself. “As a friend. I like Randal as a friend.”
The growl dampens, and Ly’s brown eyes bore into me. His thoughts are on clear display, and I shake my head, somehow finding the restraint needed to say, “You’re making a scene.”
Ly glances around. “No one is watching.”
“Randal,” I say with emphasis.
“Won’t say a damn thing,” my friend says from behind me. “So long as you don’t hurt her, you have my word.”
“And if I hurt her?” Ly asks.
“I’ll find a way to make you regret it.” Randal shrugs. “I’ve always wondered if certain appendages would survive a trip through the coffee grinder.”
“Jesus, fuck, Randal.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, preparing to talk Ly down from showing Randal what happens when you threaten an alpha, but to my surprise, Ly bursts out laughing.
“All right, Randal. I see you.” Ly snatches me around the waist and pulls me against his body, dropping his nose to my neck and purring despite the lack of scent.
“This is like the beginning of my favorite clip porn,” Randal says on a sigh.
“Oh my god. Is this happening right now?”
“Hey!” someone shouts from the other side of the counter. All at once, the three of us look up. A camera flashes, and I blink, clearing my vision of the tiny dots dancing across it in time to catch the photographer smirking before rushing out of the shop. Ly growls and races after him.
Randal drops his arm around my shoulder. “Was that paparazzi? Bitch, are you famous now? Do they have rich friends? I could use a sugar daddy.”
“Randal.”
“Carmine.”
The bells above the door jingle, and Ly reappears, walking on storm clouds. Randal clucks and edges away from me. “Better go deal with your grumpy alpha.”
I shoot him a look but follow Ly to the back. I shut the office door, and in the next instant, he’s on me, caging me in. His lips capture mine in a punishing kiss, rough and needy. I moan and melt against him. I have no choice but to submit to him, letting his tongue ravage me until I forget all about the person with the camera.
