I haven’t slept until noon since I was a teenager, but the Alpha scents and unbelievable cuddles really knocked me out cold.
Things are starting to get very real. Unless I get all my thoughts out, I’m never going to be able to sort through them. Which means I need to see my best friend. Urgently. Thank fuck for Fantasy Fae Night at Haze.
We get to dress up, wear masks, and ditch Beau’s tracker. Apollo hacked the burner Scott uses to text Hudson, as well as track his location. It’ll look like we’re at the hotel for another night, and no one will know but us.
We have all night. We’ll be safe at Haze, and I know Beau is excited about this. A chance to taste the freedom he’s never had, without worrying that Scott will strike back.
“Almost ready? The Alphas should be back soon,” Beau calls out from the bathroom, sounding nervous. Glad it’s not just me then.
“Yeah!” I holler, finishing my makeup with a clear lip gloss.
Hudson left to grab masks for the Alphas, since that was the only thing Thor forgot. Apollo’s sandalwood heaven and Hudson’s apple spice deliciousness have saturated my room all damn day. Hours later and it hasn’t faded.
I can’t get them out of my head. Out of my veins. Out of my bone marrow. They’re sinking their claws in, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do about it. I’m playing a dangerous game I don’t know the rules of, and I’m not going to survive if I lose.
Beau is a client. Sweet, caring, achingly lonely. He's unreasonably attractive and completely off-limits…at least, he's off-limits if my bosses ask. My heart has other ideas.
Thor is my friend. My favorite co-worker…my longest crush. Sexy, stoic, strong. Controlled and professional. If I can just get one little sniff of his scent before this is all over, I will thank the universe for its mercy and die happy. Even better if he confesses he’s always liked me too, and I’m not the only one that feels the connection.
Apollo looks at me with the kind of violence in his eyes I see in the mirror. I feel at home when he’s near. Which is bonkers, given that we just freaking met. His scent is so calming, even though the Alpha himself is a raging storm.
Then there's Hudson. He’s still a wild card, but when he looks at me now? Holy heavens above, it's like he got amnesia and woke up one day thinking I’m his wife. I swear, this morning, he had the same look in his eyes that Apollo had while following me on my walk. The one where he confessed to nearly kidnapping me. Like he wants to put me in his pocket and keep me there forever.
“How do I look? Be honest,” Beau says from behind me, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I spin around to face the Omega in my doorway.
Of fucking course.
Is it hot in here, or did I just go into heat from looking at Beau dressed as a fae prince?
“Oh, no…you can’t wear that.”
And I can’t take my eyes off of him as I swallow down all the dirty thoughts rising up in my mind.
Beau is sexy when he’s wearing a hoodie and jeans, but right now? Fuck me, I think I’m going to pass out from a lack of oxygen to my brain.
“I look stupid, don’t I?” he murmurs, looking down at his body, cheeks pink, only making him more endearing.
I’m genuinely unable to speak as he drags his hand down his chest and over his abdomen. Over his happy trail of brown hair that leads to the treasure.
I must have been a very bad person in a past life to deserve this kind of slow torture.
If I dropped to my knees, would I be able to taste his real flavor as it spills down my throat?
Maybe I look silly, fanning myself like this hotel isn’t set to sixty-eight, but I’m sweating. This is the first time I’ve seen the outfit he had Thor bring, and honestly that’s probably for the best. We’re on a time crunch, and now is not the time to beg him to fuck my mouth.
Have I always been this horny?
No. This is a new level of desperation I’ve never experienced before.
The brown leather collar around his throat is thick, with a smaller golden chain hanging off of it. It’s a tease, drawing your eye to his unmarked neck. I swallow hard, throat tight. Let me show you what else an Omega can do, Beaumont… More like Mount Beau.
Oh, it’s going to be a long night.
His chest sparkles in the light from the glitter he applied. The diamond studs of his nipple rings hold my attention for sixty-nine solid seconds. He blushes when he realizes what’s got me frozen in place.
“I was fifteen, and a lot more rebellious back then.” Beau crosses his arms, hiding the nipple rings from my view.
“Who the fuck pierced a fifteen-year-old's nipples!?” I gasp, horrified by the thought.
