I wouldn't.
I couldn’t.
My walls flew up as I considered what existed between him and me; it was far from a relationship. After my last mate tried to kill me, I swore off all romantic involvement. I never wanted that kind of connection with anyone again.
Daze was just… Daze. The Knotty Sideshow’s most talented aerialist and my roommate—for lack of a better word. Sure, we fucked. Or rather, I fucked him, taking off the edge of sexual frustration that hit from time to time. But that was it.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
“How long has it been since Bobbitt joined the sideshow?” he thought aloud, running a hand through his rainbow hair as he paced the length of the trailer again. “It wasn’t long after I did. A few years at least. We could use a new face around here…”
A new face.I scoffed.As if Hallow would allow that.
Zero would probably scare her off.
Besides, our performance was flawless; there was no reason to bring on any new troupe members.
If it’s not broken, don’t add fuckable women to the mix.
Or however the saying went…
“What do you think?” He paused by the window again.
I slammed the book shut and set it aside.
What did I think? I thought I was tired of listening to him ramble on about this woman.
Arina.
A flicker of jealousy sparked in my chest, and I ran my tongue over my teeth.
I’d never been jealous before. Never had a reason to.
But now…
The foreign feeling tingled in my chest as I watched him, despite my attempts to swallow it down. I hated it. I hatedher, and I’d never even laid eyes on her.
I wanted him to shut the fuck up, but I couldn’t say that. I could show him though.
The easiest way to fix his persistent commentary was to put something in his mouth. That would at least solve it for a little while.
With a huff, I shoved to my feet, and Daze froze. I made my way over to him with slow strides, sensing the acceleration of his heartbeat as I towered over him. Daze wasn’t small for a beta, but I was still a head taller than him. Broader, stronger. I loved that despite the strength of his muscular frame, he was still delicate beneath me.
His breath stuttered as I reached for his jaw, dragging my knuckle along it and lifting his chin. His dark brown eyes met mine, and my gaze burned into his until he let out a shallow breath.
I trailed my hand lower, my fingers teasing over his shoulder and across his chest. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, stirring heat low in my stomach.
He always responded so beautifully,perfectly.
“N-night,” he murmured, swallowing hard.
The corner of my mouth lifted in a smirk. He knew all too well where this was going, and the air thickened between us with anticipation.
On your knees,I thought, wishing he could read my mind. Not that he needed to. Daze always seemed to know what I was thinking, better than anyone else.
I glanced down, gesturing to the floor, and he slowly dropped to his knees without a word.
