He’s a car crash but in the best way.
“I’m feeling connected to your Alpha already.” Icarus’ eyes narrow, as he studies the state of the room. “Have you been drinking this early in the morning? Eating cold pizza for breakfast?”
“Do you want some?” Immortal leans forward and snatches up a slice of cold pepperoni pizza. He holds it up like there is a chance in hell that he may actually hand feed my Alpha. I giggle at the image. Immortal wiggles the pizza, encouragingly. “It’s bloody good.”
When Icarus shakes his head, Immortal shrugs, before offering the pizza to me.
I feel happy and fuzzy like I always do when someone hand feeds me. I also haven’t had pizza for three years. So, cold or not, I munch happily on the slice.
Immortal smiles. “There you go, love. Told you that it was good.”
“Someone needs to take you in hand.” Icarus tilts his head.
“Many have tried. Many have failed.”
Icarus’ smile is dangerous, as he prowls forward and leans over the Beta. “Lucky that my name isn’tmanythen.”
Immortal shouldn’t challenge my Alpha. He doesn’t know that not only is Icarus a brat tamer, but he can handle a pack that is one hundred strong.
He can manage me.
Yet I’m confused.
Immortal is nothing like his image of the good Beta. He’s the swaggering bad boy opposite, in fact.
“Ehm, about that.” Immortal appears to be finding it hard to breathe, when Icarus does no more than reaches out and touches him lightly under the chin. He swallows. “My name isn’t Immortal. I mean, that’s the name the bastards who more or less owned and raised me in the Idols’ training camp forced me to be called. My real name is Zero. I don’t let everyone know that but, you know, I’d prefer you to seemeand not the fake singer identity that I’ve needed to live by for a decade. So, if you are interested in getting to know me, then this Beta cusses, drinks beer, and is kinky as fuck. Sorry, I’m not a good Beta, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
Icarus grips the Beta’s chin more harshly. “What makes you think that I am agoodAlpha?”
Immortal’s — Zero’s — eyes widen.
I nuzzle against him. “Or that I’m a good Omega?”
“I am both scared and turned on right now,” Zero whispers.
“Perfect.” Icarus turns Zero’s head, until the Beta is facing me.
I lean in on cue and lightly kiss Zero. I slip my hand inside his dressing gown, caressing down his cool chest.
Then he yelps into the kiss, as Icarus fists his hand in Zero’s long hair and tugs. Icarus drags the Beta around to kiss him.
Zero melts, caught between us like hunted prey.
I thrill with the sensation of courting this strong, talented Beta, and for the first time possibly in my life, feeling like I am the one in control.
Icarus’ cheeks are flushed. He looks just as turned on by willingly surrendering his power.
“Well, that was quick work, even for you, stella mia,” a commanding voice says disapprovingly from the doorway.
When a powerful orange espresso scent floods the room, my eyes widen in shock.
Could it really be…?
My stunning scent match.
“Your Alpha, I presume?” Icarus protectively stands, placing himself between the new Alpha and Zero and me.
He’s still hiding that he’s injured and protecting me regardless.
