Floor to ceiling windows look out over a wooden terrace, spectacular oval pool, and the breathtaking backdrop of the mountains.
“Omega elf!” Immortal is sprawling on a gold couch like a Beta king in nothing but a long, diaphanous dressing gown that sparkles with stars. Somehow like this, with his long black hair loose around him and without his armor of clothes, he looks even more beautiful. He sits up with a grin when he sees me, and his dressing gown falls open to reveal his chest. I blush. “Surprised to see me? I’m glad that you didn’t turn into a pumpkin.”
I want to be cross but instead, I can’t help returning Immortal’s smile. “There are other ways to ask someone on a date.”
“Are there? But then, how could I do this?” Immortal grabs up my abandoned elf boot dramatically from the side of the couch like he is Prince Charming. Then he pats his lap. “We need to make sure that it fits.”
This feels like a fairytale, and I’d been certain that it had ended last night.
If I must spend my Christmas with a guest pack, then being with Immortal is better than anything that I could have dreamed, especially as he’s interested in my Alpha as well.
And my Alpha is interested in him.
Icarus may be wearing his stern face, but he can’t hide that he is as entranced by this bratty Beta rock star as I am.
Icarus crosses his arms.
My heart is light, as I stroll over to Immortal and throw myself onto his knee. It feels good to be open with affection like this, when I have spent so long having to hide.
When he tilts his head in invitation, I lick up the Beta’s neck happily.
I relish his delicious scent of rich banana pudding. It is sweet but with a wicked creaminess that makes me want to lick every inch of him to keep tasting it.
Immortal looks delighted, running his elegant fingers down my leg, before delicately pulling off my shoe.
Then he holds up the elf boot with the same level of ceremony as if it truly is a glass slipper. He slips it onto my foot, stroking along the arch of my foot, making my skin tingle.
He flicks the bell and makes it jingle.
It feels like he is weaving magic over me, claiming me, through the ritual.
“There,” Immortal murmurs, “it fits. You’re my Omega.”
“She ismyOmega,” Icarus growls, taking a step forward.
Immortal only looks up at him with a smirk. “As if I couldn’t tell that. She smells of you like you rubbed yourself all over her or… Wait, did youfuckher on the way up here? You did, didn’t you? You bloody legend.”
Icarus stares at the Beta like he has no idea who he is. “You cuss.”
“Funny that.”
“Where’s your Alpha?”
Icarus hesitates, and suddenly, nerves make me ball my hands.
I had almost forgotten that Immortal came with a pack attached.
“He’s working in his study,” Immortal replies. “He does that a lot. In fact, the muppet doesn’t know when to stop. He sleeps at his desk most nights.”
I roll my eyes. “The curse of being a billionaire.”
Icarus shakes his head. “His dad was a bastard who punished him if every file wasn’t finished on time. So, habit or trauma, yeah?”
I bite my lip. “Sorry.”
“Not your fault, love. Just give him a chance. He’ll love you, although he hatesmea lot of the time. Personality clash, yeah? He thinks that I’m a bit of a car crash waiting to happen. No idea why.”
I hide my smile.
