She shrugs. "I just think that he gets to the point and is very logical about the situation. Would've made a great doctor, if I'm honest."
I frown.
What does that mean exactly? Does she agree that Shade is incredible? Handsome? The most fuckable Beta to ever live?
Because he is!
But she shouldn’t think that.
She laughs and flicks a stray hair off my forehead. “Stand down, Omega. I don't like him that way.”
I bat her hand away, grumbling.
“I’m not about to throw myself between a hormonal Omega and her mates. That’s how you lose fingers. Besides, Jason is incredible, but trust me, one of him is more than enough to get the job done. Multiply him and I’d never walk straight again.”
I blink rapidly and the haze of irrational Omega possessiveness fades away as quickly as it arrived.
I fuss with my sleeve and give Everlyn an apologetic smile. “I guess I was a giant cockblock when I was staying with you, wasn’t I?”
A wicked glint flashes in her eyes. “Don't take it personally. You're a nice roommate, but I’m glad those soldiers spirited you away to their lair. Hearing you moaning for them in your sleep and smelling your slick wasn't really my cup of tea.”
I never thought too hard about the fact that my enhanced hearing didn’t pick up nighttime couple activities between my friends. I mean, I’m glad I didn’t, but I also feel guilty for coming between them for so long. It stands as a testament of how good of friends they are and I feel a rush of affection for my Beta companions. I truly would have been lost without them this last few months.
Everlyn opens her mouth to say something else, only to suck in a breath through her teeth.
“What the fuck is that?”
She pushes my head to the side and peers down at my throat.
“Sweet rut. Looks like something tried to gnaw your neck off.”
I prod the sore flesh and cringe. When I looked in the cracked bathroom mirror this morning, the bite mark Blaze gave me was almost healed except for some bruising in the shape of his teeth. I assumed it would be gone by the time I got here. I guess it was worse than I thought.
“This is some freaky Alpha sex shit, isn’t it?”
I murmur, “It’s some freakyBlazeshit.”
“The crazy one, right?”
Just how much did Shade tell her? Does she know how far gone Blaze is these days? For some reason I feel protective of Blaze, and I don’t want Everlyn thinking badly of him.
“He just got a little carried away last night.”
“Mhm.” She straightens, giving my healing mark one last look over and seems to decide the mark doesn’t need any medical attention. Then a smirk slides over her features. “Carried away doing what exactly, Sparks?”
I peer at her through my lashes and give her a weak smile. “Team bonding?”
“Yay!” she claps her hands together and bounces on the balls of her feet. “My intervention worked. I’m like a match maker, but for fucked up Packs.”
“Oh gee, you have my undying thanks for throwing me into a pit of wolves.” I intone sarcastically.
She waves me off. “You know what I mean. Now tell me,” she flops down beside me, and gathers my hands in hers solemnly, “just how hard did you get railed?”
“Everlyn!”
“You can tell me, I’m a doctor.”
“I didn’t — I mean, we didn’t… it wasn’t like it was with Viper.”
