The nap is a bald faced lie, but I say it as if it’s not. Maybe if I give him one truth, he’ll miss the rest.
“Your scent changes when you lie,” he growls.
“For fuck’s sake,” I sigh. “I have things to do, and none of them involve you. Go finish your run.”
Placing the mug in the sink so I can come back to wash it once he’s gone, I glare pointedly toward my front door.
“I’m getting to know my omega,” he says, winking. “Maybe I’m not ready to go—Oh, fuck! Okay, okay!”
I have the knife in my hand, brow raised as I wait for him to make the right choice.
“What a good little alpha,” I croon. “Maybe you can be trained.”
Kyren’s eyes hood as his Adam’s apple bobs as he gazes at me.
“Princess, you’re taunting me,” he rasps. “I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
Turning, he walks through the house as I follow him. I can’t help but perfume as I trail behind Kyren. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s right.
I’m really not ready for anything he’s insinuating, and I’m not sure I want anything to do with him either.
“Words don’t mean much to me,” I say as he pulls open the door.
“I don’t plan to win you over with words,” he says, winking as he inhales deeply.
Kyren hesitates for a second before dropping to his knees in front of me and burying his face in my crotch, despite the knife in my hand.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I gasp.
“No,” he grumbles. “You smell so good. I’ve never eaten pussy before, but I swear I’d learn for you.”
My jaw drops because it’s such a random statement.
“Kyren,” I hiss. “You can’t just say that to people.”
“Well I certainly hope not,” he mumbles, looking up at me with his face still pressed against me.
Ugh, I should have thrown on more clothes before coming down.
“I’m not a slut, Silva,” he says. This is the most insane interaction I’ve ever had. His large hands are wrapped around my bare thighs, and I bite my lip hard.
“I never said you were,” I rasp. “The door is open, it’s cold, and ravaging me is not on the table.”
Testing him, I glide the kitchen knife up his throat slowly. He arches his back slightly, but otherwise shows no other reaction other than a low groan. No, that’s a lie. His pupils are blown out and he licks his lips as if I’m the sexiest female omega he’s ever seen.
“Are you sure?” he whispers.
Frowning, I press on his throat harder, watching as a bead of blood bubbles up along his skin.
A harsh beep and squeal of a siren pulls my attention up, and I see that it’s Syrus. He’s already climbing out, and my lips are curling in pleasure.
“See. That’s the goddamned look I’m talking about,” Kyren groans.
Remembering the alpha on his knees in front of me, I look back down at him.
“That’s a look you have to earn,” I tell him seriously. “Syrus doesn’t push, works at his own pace, and we’ve known each other for years. There’s a rapport there that you can’t rush.”
Syrus’ boots stomp up the stairs and he leans into the door frame, his gaze taking in the scene in front of him.
