Pix scowls. “That is a revolting way to say best friend.”
“Meg is her best friend,” Kota and I say back instantly.
Pix gasps in outrage. “How dare you?”
I like this omega, but I suspect we’re only seeing the part of him that he’s allowing us to see. He’s carefully taking in our space and the way we are arranging ourselves around her.
“Pix, go away,” Bonnie mutters. “I need to sleep, and Kota has promised me lasagna.”
“Yeah, I’m getting in on that.”
“No, go harass Roseland.”
Pix sighs heavily. “He went home.”
Her eyes open, and she narrows a glare on her friend. “Did you seduce the poor detective?”
Pix suddenly transforms, relaxing and getting an air of pure sexuality. “Me?”
“Yes, you!”
“Maybe a little bit, but he made it so easy,” Pix protests.
“Pix! For fuck’s sake,” Bonnie growls and sits up. “This is going to bite you on the ass, you mark my words.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go let Clan Sanderson know you are safe, then I will pop back in for food later. Go to sleep, you grumpy bitch.”
“Whore.”
Pix winks at her. “Why charge what I can give away for free.”
Bonnie throws her head back and laughs.
Rory gathers her up and takes her into the bedroom, and everything just goes quiet. Dakota finishes assembling the lasagna and flops down on the couch.
In less than a minute, he bursts up and starts pacing.
“What?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like we’re waiting for something to happen. Maybe it’s Vale’s panic, but it just feels, I’m not sure. Like we missed something.”
His anxiety bleeds into the air and into me. “Okay, let’s do a quick run-through and make sure we’re prepared.”
Dakota looks at me with relief.
Together, we go through the house, checking all our supplies and hidden weapons. We lock down the house, checking every single entrance and exit.
For three hours, we prepare everything.
Just in case.
Bonnie
Everything is all very…cozy. For four days, we exist in this house they bought, fucking, arguing over who will do the dishes, and just talking. I keep thinking I’m going to get bored of them or annoyed with them, but it doesn’t happen. They dote on me. They worship me in their own way.
I don’t trust it, and I don’t trust them, but I don’t have much of a choice anymore. I’ve got bonds. I swore I would never have bonds, and look at me now.
The worst part is when I fall into these daydreams. It’s easy enough to do. I’m standing there watching one of them, and then the next thing I know, I’m caught in a swoony day dream that has my slick flowing and all of them staring at me like I’m a smorgasbord. I don’t even know how it happens, but I end up with a ball of warm, happy arousal in my gut and this playful, psychotic giggle on my lips.
