“Are you going to yap again when I feed you?” He teases slowly, with a small tip to one side of his lips. And God it makes him look incredibly hot.
I laugh turning my head away, because otherwise I’ll be looking at him with way too much desire in my eyes, feeding his ego.
Outside, under a huge oak tree, they’ve set up a picnic rug. I mean it’s rudimentary at best but at the same time, it’s freaking amazing.
Probably due to the fact I’ve never had a real picnic. I’ve had plenty of fake ones under the supervision of a nanny and a couple of bodyguards of course. And using silverware, along with crystal decanters defeats the purpose. But their set up—complete with old blankets, mis-matched cushions, is better than any I’ve seen.
Darius’s long legs have us there in no time. Instead of being plonked on the blanket, he does a spin as he sits down. Holding me firmly in his lap.
“Stay there, little moon,” he demands. Although it’s not a bark, he does infuse it with a touch of his Alpha, making my Omega side melt under the demand.
“Should I be arguing my independence?” I ask, turning around.
Darius ignores me while he caters to me. He hands over an icy bottle of water, orange flavoured. I check-up at him, and he’s got a small tip of his lips. “Supposedly my baby bro made you lots of drinks, and then I find out my big brother has been leaving his own reminder for you for years. So, it seems only fitting that I let them keep doing their thing, because as soon as they walk off to pack up, I’m filling your mouth myself.”
“Huh?”
“Scent struck, little moon, or are you already wondering how you’ll fit my cock in your mouth.”
I leap up like I’ve been bitten on the ass by a bull ant, but Darius simply shrugs without trying to counter his words.
“It is inevitable. And you know it. That’s what this weekend is all about. I mean, imagine if we all felt this insane connection, and we all knew how good we’d be together and then you were shit in the sack, Heidi. I’m sorry, but we’d have to ask for a refund.”
My mouth falls open in horror. There’s a gathering storm inside me while all these slurs keep building. Instead of it all, he leaps up at me again, wraps me in his arms and we drop. Like another body slam from out of nowhere. But he flips us at the last minute so I’m on top of him, and the ice box is spilling over.
“You’re pretty easy to wind up.”
“You know you’re a bit of a douche, right?” I counter with a glare that doesn’t feel like a glare. It feels like a flirty smile, sounds like one too.
“Nah, I’m just me. You want me to lick your pussy better?” Darius asks seriously, before he winks at me.
This time, laughter explodes out of me. And yeah, my core burns, like he knew it would.
He’s going to be trouble. Big, bad, erring on the side of inappropriate trouble, but it’s pretty easy to already assume that shit’s going to work on me better than if he presented me with an armful of roses and a box of chocolate. I mean, that would work too, but…
My stomach rumbles, and his eyebrows pitch up, making his green eyes sparkle some more. “Point proven. You’re fucking starved for me. Admit it and I’ll feed you food before I fill you up.”
“I’m not admitting anything,” I admonish. With a big smile on my face.
Ramses appears next to us. “Let her go, Dare. She needs food.”
“Yeah, Dare, let me go.”
And surprisingly, he does. He doesn’t let me up far. Whenever I shuffle some space, he drags me back, and eventually he opens his legs wide and plonks me in the middle of the space before he crosses his legs over mine.
Kai brings out a stack of Tupperware boxes, like a veritable tower of food.
“Are you expecting guests?” I ask, stunned at how much food he’s bringing out.
“Once you taste Darius’s cooking, you’ll understand.” He grins before he looks down at how I’m being kept. “Dare, come on. You have to share.”
“I do not.” And then he ignores his brothers completely as he points out a box. “Get that one first.”
Boom, call me compliant Heidi, but without argument or thought, I reach over and fetch. Pulling it onto my lap, he pops the lid off, and my mouth is already watering as a mix of spice and lemon hits my senses.
“Oh my god.”
“Oh my, Dare,” is all I hear before I get a nip on my shoulders. But before I can say a word, he’s reaching out for a fork and then he’s lifting a small bit of food for me to try.
