“Anyway, we digress. Back to the crown… because it seemed so important at the time. And I guess in a way it was.”
“Why?”
“Because it was a crown made of heartache.”
“Jesus, I can see now why you three are so manipulative. Your mother was a master. That’s some heavy shit to unload onto three little dudes.”
My mouth falls open in shock, until she rolls her eyes at me. “Finish telling me my story, Ramses.”
“The crown was important,” I argue. To me it was. It seems even more relevant after meeting her.
“Debatable,” she waves me on. “Let’s keep going… we’re getting to the good part. Hopefully your mother also gave you some clues as to how to defeat the villain.”
I glare at Heidi, making her smirk, and I get a flash of me holding her down and kissing that smirk off her bratty face. Her brown eyes glitter in challenge like she also knows exactly where my mind went. Instead, I grab her, and we both fall to the bed. “You’re not taking this seriously.”
“No, I am,” she insists. “I disassociate with humour. You should know that.”
“Strangely, my mother left out what a handful you’d be.”
Heidi laughs again before nodding at me to go on.
“Anyway, the crown was a sign we’d know our mate. Mom would go on and on about all these challenges we’d have to face, but she was adamant there was no obstacle that would be thrown in our path to keep us apart because we were destined to each other.”
As soon as I say that I see another twinkle in her eye, and Heidi leans up, resting her head on her hand. “Do you think your mom would say drugging me was an obstacle?”
Heidi falls backwards as she dissolves into hysterics.
I move instinctively, without thought and end up lying over her, her hands restrained in one of mine while my other hand is over her smart mouth.
ChapterForty
HEIDI
As he lies over me, he makes himself heavier. And like I said when I am comfortable with the people I’m around, I sometimes deal with serious discussions with humour. And by the feel my body is finding a new way for us to cope, or maybe it’s just to remind Ramses what they’ve been missing out with by screwing up.
Instead of second guessing myself or my motivation, I lick his palm turning our afternoon of confessions on its head.
“Put your tongue away, Heidi.” His voice is deep and rumbly, his green eyes lose their vibrancy as his Alpha becomes more assertive in their bond.
I shouldn’t push him since he’s skating the edge of his control, but at the same time he deserves it.
This time when I lick his palm, I’m not being playful when my tongue sucks between his closed fingers. His eyes dilate before he snaps them shut, cracking his neck, trying really hard to ignore the way I’m teasing him.
But the truth of his story, his confessions, has me dealing with a lot too. My thoughts are a complete whirlpool. And probably because it is Ramses and I went from a feast to a famine in terms of sex after our time together, he’s got me hot and wound up, like I’m flirting with the start of a heat spike.
“Tell me to go,” he says, without moving his hand from my face. If anything, his palm gets heavier.
I shake my head. “No.” I talk around his hand. One of my hands slips free of his hold and I ply his fingers up. “Can your Alpha deal with us having sex without me promising you anything? Or before I hear the rest of this do I need to pop into the bathroom to stress-relieve myself.”
“He’d have a harder time knowing you were doing that.”
“Don’t read anything more than me being an Omega dealing with an overload from an Alpha that ticks all her buttons, except for him being a bit of a twat.”
“A bit of a twat is better than I was expecting,” he bites back. The cords in his neck muscles are pretty telling of how happy his Alpha is right now.
I don’t feel bad. Everyone deals differently, and anyway I figure he and his brothers owe me about a million orgasms.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
