“My life.” Lionzio leans in and kisses Icarus like the sealing of a deal.
Icarus reaches up to run his hand through Lionzio’s neat hair, mussing it, before pulling him into a deeper kiss.
When they break apart, both Alphas are breathing hard and staring into each other’s eyes as if searching to read each other’s souls.
“I trust that you will protect us,” Icarus murmurs.
Lionzio’s face lights up.
He dives in to kiss Icarus more firmly. “Thank you.”
Excitement rushes through me, but along with it, fear.
What will happen at the ball? How will this complicate the heist?
Yet this gives me a chance to rescue Hatton.
When Icarus catches my gaze, I can tell that he is already scheming how to turn this to our advantage.
“That’s my Christmas Eve worked out then. I’ll requisition the study to work on the outfits; I want them to be a surprise. They can be courting gifts.” Piper settles me against his chest in the bath. “We built you an amazing nest earlier, while Icarus was hand feeding you those muffins from the basket.” Suddenly, his purring falters. “We hope that you like it.”
“She’ll bloody love it, darling.” Zero spins on his stool to face us. “I’ve had a lot of practice creating nests for Piper but never with this type of amazing luxury.”
I frown. “Why not? Isn’t Lion a billionaire? Why wouldn’t he give you good bedding?”
Zero’s shoulders hunch.
Silence.
Icarus exchanges a glance with me.
What’s the mystery? They seem to treat Piper well. They’ve told us multiple times that he’s the boss.
Why wouldn’t they let him have good nests?
“He’s not the pampered type of Omega who cares about things like that,” Lionzio replies with a carefully blank expression. “He’s always working. He runs a coffee shop and all his focus is on that. Maybe I should have paid more attention to his needs.”
“You should,” Icarus’ voice is low and rumbling. “From now on,wewill.”
“Yes, sir,” Lionzio immediately replies.
Zero snatches up a pair of black silk pajama bottoms from the marble side underneath the mirror and saunters to Icarus. “Here. You can borrow Lion’s. You should just about be able to squeeze into them. You do look much…bigger.”
Lionzio glares at him. “Are you sure that you want to go there?”
“Or you could simply sleep naked like me.” Laughing, Zero slides his hands to Icarus’ trousers, before the Alpha can stop him.
My torn panties fall out of Icarus’ pocket onto the bathroom floor.
Shit, I’d forgotten about them.
Everyone stares at the panties.
I redden.
Zero chuckles. “Kinky.”
He stoops to pick up my panties, strolling to sit on the edge of the bath and dangle them in front of me.
