I bet their hatesex would be spectacular.
Yet part of me wishes that Zero knew Lionzio watched over him at night.
Lionzio hasn’t mentioned what he told me either. I’m glad that he felt able to open up. I have the sense that he finds it hard to talk with the others about it. Perhaps, with anyone else at all.
Maybe with how he was shaped in that mafia family, he believes that it would make him weak. In fact, he doesn’t need to be as physically strong as Icarus in order to be one of the strongest Alphas I have met.
He did escape the hell of the world he was sold into, and just like me, he did it by allowing himself tolookweak.
Thattakes strength.
I hope Zero at least appreciates that it was Lionzio who gifted him this date with me by shepherding the rest of the pack out to the official Christmas Eve breakfast down in the hotel’s grand dining room, despite Piper’s protests.
“Someone needs to stay here and keep our new Omega company. We’ll only be swarmed by your fans, stella mia, so you may as well be the one to remain with her,” Lionzio said casually. Yet by the way that his pale gaze met mine and softened, I was sure that he was giving me a chance to have time to be alone with Zero and become closer to him after the trauma of the night. “Call it the cost of fame.”
I take a bite out of the strawberry, delighting in the sweet combination of flavors. When the juices drip down my lips onto my chin, Zero swoops in and licks them off, before kissing my lips.
I suck the final piece of strawberry into my mouth, along with his fingers, giving them a teasing lick.
He shivers, watching me with dilated pupils.
Zero is wearing a fluffy white shirt with nothing underneath it, which he has left unbuttoned, revealing his silky chest. The shirt is decorated with small, glittering silver stars.
At least it’s more than he slept in.
Perhaps, Zero is forced into such ornate outfits to perform that he loves barely dressing when he is alone.
He threw me a matching shirt this morning, which although freshly laundered, still smelled faintly of his sweet banana pudding scent. I willingly changed into it. It’s long enough to cover to my knees, which is lucky, since I have no panties to wear.
Zero smiled widely when he saw me in his shirt.
So, Betas can be possessive too.
I snuggle closer on his lap. He loops his arm around me, resting his back against the upholstered, snowflake decorated headboard of the bed.
The nest is a tangled mess of clothes and cushions.
I have set Roar at the head of the bed like he is the King, however, and Lionzio has been sure to pull the velvet bedding over me to keep me warm.
Snow is driven against the balcony window in light flurries, as the soft morning light streams across the black and white chessboard tiles on the floor and antique furniture.
It feels warm and cozy to be cuddled like this.
I can’t remember the last time that I slept in this late and then lazed around without having to get up and work. I have never been hand fed in bed like this.
I wouldn’t want it every day but knowing that someone thinks that I am worthy of being treated like this makes me purr.
Icarus made up the excuse that he had to get back to work because it was Christmas Eve. It’s true, but theworkisn’t only about the hotel but taking it over.
Excitement rushes through me.
This could be the best or worse Christmas of my life.
Zero raises the champagne to his plush lips, and my purr deepens, as I watch him tip back his head, the long line of his gorgeous throat, and as he swallows.
His eyes dance as they meet mine.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
