He doesn’t say another word as he reaches up, pushing his hand into my hair, and pulls me into him. Our lips touch, and he’s hesitant at first but matches my rhythm, kissing me back easily. When my tongue caresses his, he moans into my mouth. He feels so damn good.
When I break away from the kiss, Benson looks a little dazed.
“Bedtime?” I ask, grinning as I glance at both alphas. “Good night!” I squeak, hustling out of the cozy den and toward the stairs. My plan to nestle down in the den went out the window the moment both alphas started to flood the room with their desire. The couch would not have survived the slick…
I think this might have been exactly what we needed. I know we’ll be able to get through the wedding now. Everyone will think we’re trying to jump in each other's pants every chance we get.
Hell, maybe we will be…
Chapter Twelve
“You really don’t have to help me, you know,” I say to Nick as I open my apartment door, glancing at the alpha, smiling when he lifts his brow.
“I know,” he replies as I open the door and step inside.
I tried to argue that I could handle driving myself here, but Nick insisted on giving me a ride and helping me pack up. It’s cute though, and I like the way he keeps touching me. Physical and emotional intimacy is something I’ve struggled with since Kai left me, but ever since I scent-marked the alphas, things have felt different between us—easier, lighter.
It’s comfortable. I don’t flinch away from them or resist their affection.
“You look more relaxed this morning,” Nick comments, and I toss my keys on my counter.
“I feel more relaxed too,” I confess. “Come on, let's make this quick, before Kai shows up or something equally unpleasant.”
We haven’t even been here for half an hour when someone knocks on my apartment door. I’m confused for all of five seconds until I realize exactly who’s out there. Who else could it be?
I haven't seen the beta since yesterday at the charity event, and I really don’t want to right now. Is he going to rub his donation in my face? Flaunt his money a little more?
“Don’t answer that!” I yell, but Nick’s already pulling the door open, and I don’t have to see Kai to know he’s there.
“Kai,” Nick says bluntly, confirming my worst fears as he tilts his head before glancing over at me. “Something you need?”
“Nick,” I can practicallyhearthe smirk that’s on Kai’s stupid face. Motherfucker. I stomp to the door, yanking it out of Nick’s hold, and swing it open fully to glare at the beta.
Oh shit.
Fuck me, and fuck him.
He’s fucking shirtless in just light gray sweat shorts. Who shows up at someone else’s door half fucking naked? The audacity of this man is unmatched.
“Objectifying me, Sweet Plum? Very naughty.” Kai’s damn smirk makes me want to slam the door in his face; instead, I slide in against Nick’s body and wrap my arms around the alpha.
“No. I was just surprised to see you.” I shrug, feigning a lack of care for his arrival by rubbing my cheek against Nick’s chest. “My alpha was just helping me pack my stuff, since I’ll be staying with them for a while.”
When I say ‘my alpha,’ Nick’s chest rumbles with a low growl, his hold on me tightening. It doesn’t matter what our agreement is; he’s still an alpha, and saying things like that will always rile up an alpha’s instincts.
“I bet.” Kai’s stupid fucking smirk is still firmly in place, and I dig my nails into Nick’s side to prevent myself from catching an attempted murder charge.
“Why are you here?” I ask through gritted teeth and a clearly fake smile.
His scent hits me then, stronger and heavier than I remember it ever being, and as it soaks into my system, I shiveragainst Nick. Why the fuck is Kai’s beta scent so damn potent to me? Other betas have muted scents, especially compared to alphas and even other omegas. Not Kai’s though.
The man smells like a fragrance bottle got knocked over and soaked into everything, clogging up the whole room with the scent for weeks. Memories of my one and only heat flood my mind, and I shove the pain to the back of my head, along with the mental image of clinging to Kai’s forgotten shirt on my bedroom floor as my fever consumed me and the cramps made my life a living hell.
That was two days after he left me.
Fuck.
Put it in the box. Light the box on fire, and bury the box in hell.
