“Do you want me to keep coming to see you, blondie?” he asks, a smirk on his face.
“Yes. I think I’d like that.”
“You’ll let Cillian know if you change your mind about the suppressants?”
I consider it even now. I mean, before, the reason was that Declan was a stranger, although he’s not anymore—I just came on his lap. But something holds me back. I’m not sure what it is that draws me to these two men, but there’s a hint of danger there that has me wary.
I should be trying to find a white picket fence and simple men to hide away from my past with. But I just can’t help how they draw me in.
“I’ll let you know. They should be ready any day now.”
“Text Cillian and let him know when it’s ready, I’ll escort you.”
I smile at that and shake my head.
“So it’s safe to say you’ll be watching me?”
“Aye. Someone will always be watching you.”
I lick my lips, not knowing how I feel about the possessiveness of it. Wasn’t that exactly what I was running from?
“Let’s head downstairs,” he suggests.
He cuddled me for long enough, although I could have sat on his lap all night long, or we could have done more. I wonder if Cillian gave him strict parameters or not. The idea kind of pisses me off, but then I remind myself that he allowed me to spend time with Declan in his absence.
I get off of his lap, and he tugs my dress over my thighs as I grab my heels, putting them back on. My panties are soaking wet, and I can’t wait to get a change of clothes, but being uncomfortable is a near constant when it comes to being an Omega. I can handle making it back to my room.
The wet spot on Declan’s pants is obscene, and I blush.
“You do fine work,” he jokes, which makes me laugh.
God, when was the last time I enjoyed myself so easily with someone?
He doesn’t bother cleaning the spot at all as he takes my hand, and we head down the main hall. We get a few looks from some of the patrons, but Declan either ignores them or gives them an icy glare.
Once we’re in front of the apartment entrance, he cups my chin and gives me a soft kiss.
“See you soon, blondie.”
Two days of no Declan or Cillian makes me feel embarrassingly desperate and needy. I have multiple fantasies of having both of them at the same time, and yet it does nothing to curb this endless need.
I’m on the cusp of asking Declan for help and begging Cillian to come home. I miss his scent more than I’ve ever missed anything in my life. Maybe it’s some sort of hysteria I’m having? Latching on to the first Alpha, who shows me attention after my dad’s passing. That has to be it. There’s no way I have a scent match, and he just so happened to stroll in here on my first night. Our scents are just compatible, and I’m extremely attracted to him. That’s it, there’s no other explanation needed.
I decide to take the night off because there’s no way I can go back up there all dressed up and have my heart broken if neither shows up.
My head is a mess, and all I want to do is crawl into a ball and not leave this bed all day. I consider doing just that when there’s a knock on my door. Begrudgingly, I wrap the soft pink blanket I ordered a few days ago around myself and answer it.
It’s Roger, and he’s holding a matte black box with a velvet black ribbon.
“Just arrived for you,” he notifies, holding it out.
“Thanks, Roger.”
“You doing okay, hun?” he asks, peeking over my shoulder at my messy-ass room.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you.”
I take the box and shut the door as he leaves before sitting on my bed. There’s a card on top of the box with my name in apretty script font. My finger glides under the tab, and I pull out the gold-foiled greeting card.
