He stops pacing and looks at me. Goddammit, I already hate it when he looks at me like he is now. His grey eyes are literally drilling through me, and I want to apologise and beg for his forgiveness, but as weird as it is, that’s not what he wants. He wants answers, details, facts, figures, things to analyse because that’s a hell of a lot easier than dealing with his warring emotions.
“Come on, Noah, it’s me. We agreed to be honest with each other, and besides this moment right now, I’ve always done right by you.”
“You never told me you’re an omega. Not once. In any of our conversations.”
“Correct. I didn’t. But don’t think you’re special, Noah, none of my clients know. Well, that’s not true, Bailey Henderson knows.”
“And Lincoln.”
“Yeah, as of about fifteen minutes ago. Plus, I haven’t signed him yet. Much like you, he’s really fucking stubborn and obstinate.” I grin at him as I walk off. Not because I’m being difficult, but if Noah comes with me, I think he might get more of the details he needs to feel better. I might be wrong, but I doubt it.
14
LENNON
Iget just past the door before he pounces.
He snags the back of my shirt to stop my getaway and holds me from going forward. Leaning into me from behind, Noah, sexy as fuck Teo, hums wicked dirty shit in my ear, eventually finding his voice.
“Are you purposely trying to rile me up by walking around smelling like a woman I want?”
“Jesus, Noah. A little unexpected, but I like it.” I turn around and pretty much purr at him. But honestly, being here with them is like catnip for my omega side.
He takes a moment to look at me again before his nostrils flare wide. His head tips to the side. “Exactly what were you doing with Lincoln and Gabriel?”
“You want all the details?” I wink at him.
“I want to know why you smell like them, so yes.”
“All the details?” I press as I move into his space more. The heat that rolls off him makes his peppery spice even more enticing.
“You know I say what I mean. Stop playing games.”
I chuckle because, you know, we’re on a different swing of his moods at the moment, and I really want to keep the pendulum where it is now. A naked Noah Teo with a stethoscope pretending to do lots of internal examinations has been a fantasy of mine since the day I decided to make him a client.
“Well, first up, after Lincoln drank a bottle of wine with me, he stuck his fingers in my pussy, made me come before he took me to bed and then did the same thing using his tongue while I gagged on his dick. Then I was doing yoga, and well, you know how Gabriel and I kissed before the ferry, well we’ve got this crazy chemistry going on. I was doing downward facing dog and he told me we were fucking, then proceeded to be a man of his word. Except he didn’t close the door and all of a sudden Lincoln joined us. I sucked him off while Gabe knotted me. What else do you need to know?” I ask sweetly, my voice dropping low as I try for seductive sex kitten.
“And you let me sleep on the lounge and watch fucking hockey while that was going on? I thought we were friends!”
“Technically speaking, we still are. And if we cross that line, Noah, I think it makes us lovers not friends.”
“Honestly, Lennon,” he growls my name into my ear, clouding me with his peppery scent, and I have to clench my thighs together because of the way it makes me feel. “Do better.”
He stomps past me, leaving me cackling like a witch.
“Better like, you want to join, or better like, don’t tell you?”
He picks his foot up and does one almighty stomp down again, the thud echoes through the whole of Lincoln’s house. “I swear to fucking god, Lennon, don’t push me.”
“Don’t pull me, Noah, and we’ve got a deal.” I laugh as I rush past him, my fluffy socks making it near impossible to escape with my dignity, and I skid out. Ares thinks I’m mucking around and joins in the fun, bouncing everywhere like a kitten. Except he’s the size of a Shetland pony.
I race towards the kitchen with my dog thinking we’re playing cat and mouse and Noah looking like he’s swallowed his tongue. And while it might not be the time for fun, it sounds like it’s the time to properly introduce ourselves and figure some important things out. But honestly, since I arrived here, I don’t feel like myself. Instead of getting serious, I go all out and hide from Ares behind a sofa chair.
For a dog, he’s actually really good at this game, but his claws tapping on this hard floor give him away. I wait until he twists his head around the corner before I climb over the chair and hightail it out the room. And then it’s on. Ares is racing a million miles an hour after me, making these stupid noises and drooling like a fountain. I’ll be cleaning Lincoln’s house for hours after our impromptu game.
We dart from room to room, hiding from each other, and I’m not keeping track of where we are, more focused on entertaining my dog, but I end up in the room Valak’s using. It’s so easy to know it’s his. There’s not one thing out of place, and already it reeks of him. With nowhere to hide, it makes sense that I leap under the covers of his bed. And good grief, if I thought his room smelt like him, it has nothing on how intense his scent is in his bed. His unique and delicious scent makes my head swim and my mouth water. It also makes me forget I’m meant to be playing a game with Ares, and before I can move an inch, I get the wind knocked out of me when Ares leaps on top of me and squashes me.
Whenever he wins, he snuffles and licks my face like he’s gloating about his victory, and we end up in the biggest snuggle, the both of us lying with our head on Valak’s precision-made bed, which now looks like a bomb detonated.
