“I still want to know what caused that, bubbles,” Grieves says from somewhere on my right.
I shrug even though I’m sure they can’t see it. “Being tied to a chair and blindfolded isn’t exactly a pleasant experience.”
“Oh, but it can be,” Court purrs, nuzzling into my neck. Another shiver wracks my body, my low belly going hot and liquid.
“Cameras are out,” Piers murmurs. And I swear his tone is… suggestive?
“Are they?” Thayer’s hand shifts, sliding from my ankle up to the bare skin of my thigh, just below the hem of my shorts.
“We don’t know how long that will be the case,” Forsythe warns. “We need to be careful.”
I arch a brow at him, that I doubt he can make out. “Are you planning on doing something the cameras shouldn’t see?”
“Only if you’re okay with it,cor mea.”
Court groans and buries his head in the curve of my neck. “Please say you’re okay with it, pixie.”
I know it’s a bad idea. The same way I knew it was a bad idea to make matching clothes for myself in Sythe’s family tartan. I’m already so attached to them. Already fantasizing about what it would be like if they did pick me at the end of all this. If they went against the queen’s wishes and chose me instead of Isadora. I’m already far too attached to them, my little omega heart set on having them as my pack and taking this step will only make it worse. So much worse.
But… this is also the first pack that I’ve felt comfortable enough with to even consider getting physical with, the first males I’ve felt comfortable with since Frederick Bell took my autonomy and shattered my knee.
Forsythe wouldn’t do this if he wasn’t considering me. He wouldn’t blur lines he’s drawn so carefully, all in the name of protecting hearts—mine included. So maybe this is him changing his mind. Maybe the ending where I get hurt isn’t inevitable anymore.
And god, I want this. Want them.
To feel connected to them on a deeper level than what the show allows.
“I’m okay with it,” I whisper.
Episode 28: Taming of the Beasts
My agreement ends on a squeak when I’m unceremoniously dragged by my ankles until I’m laying flat on my back, blinking up at the sheets draped from the ceiling. My bowl of dessert is magically gone from my hand, along with the rest of theirs.
“No sex,” Sythe orders to a round of muttered protests from his pack. “I mean it. No sex. Not here. Not like this. Not when the lights and cameras could come back on at any moment or a production assistant could come knocking on the door.”
I battle back the disappointment because he is right. I don’t want the first time we fuck to be here. Like this. With the threat of Lulu or Marshall strolling in unannounced.
“He’s right,” Grieves grunts out. “Ren deserves more than a quick furtive fuck for our first time.”
“I mean, there’s something to be said for a furtive fuck,” I argue, even though I agree with him.
A hand pushes the hair back from my face. “Not for our first time,cor mea,” the prince says gently. “But later, during an interminably long event? You can bet your ass I’ll drag you into a closet and fuck you as furtively as you want. Send you back to the party with my cum dripping down your thighs.”
I blink at the image of that, of everyone being able to scent him on me, and knowing what we just did. “Forsythe.” I barely recognize the need dripping from my voice.
He chuckles low and deep. “Should have known you’d be filthy, Ren.”
Hands glide up my legs, caress my thighs for a moment then hook into the tops of my socks. “Can I?” Thayer asks. “Want you naked.”
I hesitate for only a second before I nod. Then realizing he can’t see me, I choke out, “Yes.”
I feel Forsythe shift away from me, feel him move to the entrance of the nest blocking it with his big body, and I have the feeling that he’s putting himself between us and the camera situated there, pointing into the fort. If the cameras do come back on, all they’ll see is his back.
It both warms my heart and forms a little crack in it. He’s all but saying he’s going to watch but not participate. Protect, but not engage.
Hands move over my body in the dark, stripping my clothes, until I’m naked and stretched out between them.
Grieves moves behind me, tugging my against his bare chest. The feel of warm skin on mine makes me moan. He chuckles against the side of my head, even as he slides a hand under my knee and pulls my leg wide, hooking it over his thigh.
