As if I wasn’t already feeling hot and flustered, I get to watch Shayne leave Harper staring after him intensely, as another burst of his deliciously sweet and spicy scent fills the air.
Jay closes the door, and I take in a deep breath.
I have a feeling today is going to test me.
Whether or not I have two new mates claimed by the end of it, I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
Chapter One-Hundred-Four
Harper
Omegas don’t usually need to be the ones to take charge, but I can tell by the way our one and only female mate is making Jay feel that I’m going to have to do something. He wants to strip off and claim her like the savage he is, marking her before she gets a chance to think it over. But he’s trying to make sure she’s not moving faster than she wants to, when clearly, all she can think about is how good it would feel to have our marks on her throat.
I guess he doesn’t know that second part for sure.
He’s not the one who can feel her desire as if it’s his own.
So, it looks like making a move is on me, and I’ll be honest, I’ve already used my best tactics.
This whole suite is doused with the scent of my perfume.
Despite the fact I’ve only been in here for a few minutes, this place already smells like my nest.
That’s usually enough to make my mates attend to me.
Unfortunately, Robin probably doesn’t understand why I’m so triggered, and Jay is ignoring the urge to cater to my needs.
Meanwhile my pants feel ready to burst open, and my slick is coming in thick and fast.
Robin is standing a few feet away from me, pensively eyeing my Beta as he shrugs out of his jacket. She’s having lusty feelings for sure. Her desire spikes when she sees he’s just as muscular as he looked under the jacket.
“Anyone for a game of strip poker?” I ask, attempting to address the elephant in the room with some good humor.
It goes down like a lead balloon.
Jay scowls at me, and Robin’s cheeks get even redder than they already were.
“Well, if we’re not going to get naked, I’m going to need the rest of that chocolate bar,” I tell Jay, deciding that consoling myself is probably for the best, at least until I can come up with a better plan than making silly jokes.
“Chocolate bar?” Robin asks, a hint of hope in her voice.
“You like chocolate?” I ask.
“I … I think so. I haven’t had any in a long time. I don’t remember what it’s like.”
Oh my God. I almost forgot where she came from.
My dick deflates instantly.
Here I am, with nothing but claiming on my mind, and the woman we came here to meet doesn’t even remember what chocolate is like. She was treated like a slave before she was rescued. Her own wants and needs were ignored. Guilt floods through me.
All I want now is to help her get anything and everything she’s ever wanted.
“Well, then, you need to try this. It’s the best chocolate I’ve had in ages.”
I hold my hand out to Jay, and he looks at me for a second before he puts his jacket over the chair in front of him. “I have more in my bag. Give me a second.”
He has more … I knew he was holding out on me!
