“Right. Bloodcurdling screams because of a clown. Got it.”
I glare. “You obviously have never been chased through a funhouse by a clown with an ax. It’s pretty fucking terrifying.”
"Well, if your boyfriend can sleep through your ‘ax-murdering clown’ screams, he can probably sleep through thesound of us fucking. That knot I offered could help you relax,” he says with a wink and a cocky smirk, reminding me that he’s a possible enemy once again. One that smells like a warm pie fresh out of the oven, smothered in ice cream, but no less a possible problem.
Hopefully Apollo has spoken to Declan already. I want answers.
I need to get rid of Hudson so I can grab the earpiece and ask. I need to scare him off, or at least convince him I need to be alone.
“You think you could make me scream that loud?” I tsk, but my scent blooms around us, reacting to his strong pheromones. I can’t help taking in a deep breath of him. His pupils blow, and his hand freezes against my head.
“Too bad you’ll never get to hear it. I save my screams of pleasure for Beau.” I’m not ready to make my escape yet. He’s watching me too closely.
“Do you? Interesting…”
I ignore his comment, pretending nothing he says matters to me.
“You know what I think is odd, Dream?” he asks, tilting his head down.
“Climbing into my bed in the middle of the night instead of waking up my boyfriend to come comfort me?” I offer before letting out a long sigh. “Scared the big bad Beta will beat you up for waking him?” I taunt.
“Nope.” He completely ignores my attempt to bait him, smirking. “What I find odd, Omega, is that when I met you yesterday, you were riding Beau like a cowgirl at a rodeo without a care in the world, not even when you had an audience," Hudson murmurs softly.
“What can I say? I like to have fun with my boyfriend.” I shrug. “I don’t see how that’s odd. We’d been drinking and wanted to mess around.”
I’m not wearing a bra, and the nightgown is pretty revealing, but Hudson hasn’t lowered his eyes to my chest once since I’ve been awake. Maybe he doesn’t like boobs. Or maybe he doesn’t like mine?
There’s no way it’s because he’s being respectful, is there?
Shit. Maybe…
“See, I would find that easier to believe, but since then, you two haven’t even kissed. Almost like you’re uncomfortable with PDA, but that wouldn’t make sense considering how we met.” Hudson’s voice is low, but the way he says this has hairs on the back of my neck rising.
He’s too fucking observant. Beau and I haven’t kissed yet, but only because I am a stranger to that man. I didn’t think he would be comfortable with me kissing him when we haven’t even talked about it. Fuck, that was a mistake, and I didn’t realize Hudson was paying such close attention.
“I said I like having fun. I never said I needed kisses to come.” I roll my eyes. He’s still smirking, and I want to bite his lip until he stops grinning and starts growling.
“So you don’t kiss your boyfriend?”
“I never said that. You’re the one obsessing over what I need to get off. Maybe I don’t enjoy kissing.” My words are casual, tone flat, but my heart is pounding too hard in my chest. I concentrate on keeping my breathing even so I don’t completely give my anxiety away.
“Maybe not, but there’s just one more thing bothering me, Omega.” He pushes a strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“And that is?” I lift my brow. “The way I choose to get off isn’t really your problem, so maybe you should figure out how tobe less bothered by me, Alpha.” I challenge, but once again he ignores my attempts to deflect, smirking.
Hudson pushes his fingers into my hair and holds tight. My eyes go wide, and I consider using my little knife ring from Apollo to stab him in the neck. Too messy, of course, but it would be effective.
“Well, go on, then. Enlighten me, Hudson, since you’re obviously not going to shut up about it until you do. Tell me what’s bothering you.” I let out a sigh, relaxing my body as much as I can before letting my eyes fall shut.
Taking my eyes off of a predator tells him, ‘I don’t see you as a threat.’
Hopefully.
“Your scent. The first hint of desire you’ve let off since I met you was just now in this bed with me, Dream. Not for Beau,” Hudson growls, sending a chill across my skin. “But you already know that, don’t you, little Omega?”
“That’s not true," I argue, getting defensive. He’s got me cornered. Clearly he was paying a lot more attention to us than I realized.
“Certainly nothing like what I walked into in that hotel room, but that wasn’tallyou, was it? You had help from some enhancers. Ones that fuck with pheromones and desire.”
