Page 94 of Heat & Deceit
I’m still struggling with how to answer when the doorbell rings, the sound faint this deep inside the mansion. Rome stays where he’s at for a moment, almost like he’d rather linger here with me, but eventually, slowly, regretfully, he pulls away, and his hands leave my wrists. His absence is a visceral hurt, and my entire body mourns the loss of his touch.
“We should probably go before Javier gets grumpy,” I say. It’s the excuse I need to flee this conversation. This man.
I gently return the bowl I was holding to the shelf and turn, gasping when I find Rome right in front of me. I tip my head back. Our gazes collide, and his nostrils flare, blue eyes crackling with heat.
“Will you tell me your story someday?” he asks, reaching to cup my cheek with his hand.
“What makes you think I have a story to tell?”
His thumb traces over my lips, almost ghosting over them. “Your eyes speak to me.”
I swallow and glance away. “This isn’t right.”
“Says who?”
“You’re my boss.”
“Mmm.” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip again. “And that bothers you?”
I shrug. “I’m not who you guys need.” That’s the truth. I may be an omega, but these guys are far too rich for a low-pack omega like me.
“Rome!” Javier’s shout carries into the little room, and I jump away from Rome like we’ve been caught making out.
“We should go.” I begin to leave, and Rome trails after me, face contemplative.
Before we reach the dining room, he says, “You don’t know what we need.”
My stomach flips and my core clenches.
We’re toeing a line, and I’m afraid, if we cross it, these alphas will never forgive me once they learn the truth. I think they’d be able to forgive me hiding as a beta, but they wouldn’t be so forward and open with their desires if they knew Nova’s sordid past.
* * *
Randal and Amara leave after dinner without saying goodbye. I don’t realize they’re not coming back until it’s too late, and before I can make my escape, Lycus plops into the seat next to me. His forearm brushes against mine, and my blood sings in approval. I press my lips together as he leans into my space.
“Everyone else left before dessert.” He pouts. “Do you like hot fudge sundaes?”
“Who doesn’t?”
He gives me a look. “You’d be surprised. Brownies?”
So long as I’m not the one baking them.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He stands and disappears for a moment, returning with a brownie and ice cream in a giant bowl, topped with the creamiest hot fudge I’ve ever seen. It’s such a big portion, I start to tell Lycus there’s no way I can eat all of that, but he sets the plate in the middle of the table. There are four spoons. Lycus, Rome, and Javier reach for theirs, and I sit frozen, gaze bouncing between them. They’re only offering to share a dessert, not propositioning me. It’s not like I’ll find myself stuck on Lycus’s knot if I take a bite.
Though, at this point, I really wouldn’t mind a knot.
Like a slumbering beast who’s been jarred awake, pure, white-hot heat and need unfurl inside me. My cunt pulses, begging to be locked to an alpha, and warm slick coats my panties. A soft whine slips past my lips. All three of them whip their heads in my direction, and in sync, they inhale, scenting my slick.
Scenting my lies.
Scenting the need.
Scenting my heat.
I grip the table, curling in on myself as a vicious cramp rips through my middle. My body is furious, pissed. Angry at me for denying what nature wants, what nature demands. I need knots. I want to suck and fuck and lick and take until I’m covered in their cum. Fuck, I’m so horny.
