That taken care of, Genesis’s thoughts returned to Pack Rossi. She needed to be an adult about this, and that meant communicating her needs and intentions honestly. She would tell them her concerns and be clear about what she wanted—whatever the fuck that was. It would be fine.
Maybe she’d start with the sex after all.
At half past six, Genesis started to second guess herself.
She stood in her kitchenette, chopping cucumbers and trying to listen to an audiobook, instead of oscillating between staring at the clock and the mirror. She’d invited Pack Rossi to the cottage for a meal, appeasing Chef Marco by asking him to handle bread and dessert. He’d promised to make both from scratch.
Genesis was a good cook, and she usually found it calming. Today, however, she couldn’t seem to settle down. Her stomach was full of butterflies, her imagination running wild with lewd fantasies. She felt like a teenager.
Again, she found herself in front of the mirror, fretting over her appearance. She’d dressed in her sexiest bra and panty set, stilettos, a frilly apron, and her new cowboy hat. While Genesis knew Pack Rossi would like what they saw, she wasn’t sure if she was doing too much. During her limited sexual history, she’d never actively tried to seduce anyone. Did people only do stuff like this in porn and romcoms? Should she be more subtle and slip into a little black dress?
Genesis jumped at the sound of a timer, then scampered back to the kitchenette. The pasta sauce was thickening nicely and everything else was ready to plate. She’d asked the guys to bring a white wine to pair with the meal, mostly because she thought a little liquid courage would come in handy that evening. Maybe she should’ve had some sent over early to take the edge off.
Avery was right. She was a fucking wreck.
But at least she could own it. So what if she was anxious and excited and too horny for her own damn good? She looked and felt sexy. Furthermore, she was taking chances in her personal life, and that was a big deal. That was growth. Genesis straightened her posture, taking a few deep breaths before turning back to her meal.
She skipped her audiobook back a chapter and made herself focus on the story and the task at hand. The book was a steamyromance novel—perfect to get herself in an amorous mood, had she needed any assistance in that department. It was easy to get lost in the story while she finished throwing together a salad and putting the finishing touches on the main course. She set her little table, tidied up some of the cooking mess, and gave herself one last once over. Everything was ready.
Genesis was ready.
Or so she thought, until there was a firm knock on the cottage door. The butterflies in Genesis’s stomach rioted. Heart pounding, she squared her shoulders and opened the door for her temporary alphas.
Chapter twelve
Luke
Genesis opened the door, and Luke forgot every single word he’d ever known. Lando and Gabe were either equally stunned into silence or they’d died on the spot—Luke didn’t know or give a fuck which. He couldn’t spare them a glance to find out.
Genesis goddamn Sexpot Valentine stood in front of him wearing the cowboy hat he’d given her and not much else. Black lace and animal print lingerie. Sky-high stilettos. A frilly little apron that provided just enough cover to add to the allure of what was underneath. Luke couldn’t speak. The silence stretched on for a long moment.
“I gasp as he rips open my blouse, freeing my breasts in one swift movement. I want to be angry, but instead I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe. My pussy is weeping–”
“Shit, let me turn that off.” Genesis’s skin flushed with embarrassment as she turned away. Luke liked the way sheblushed, the way it made her beautiful skin glow pink, just like her ass had when he’d spanked her. He wanted to see every inch of her body flushed with excitement.
She moved faster in her high heels than should’ve been possible, scurrying across the kitchen to grab her phone and stop what must’ve been an audiobook. Luke still couldn’t move, enthralled by the sight of Genesis’s plush ass stretching the fabric of her panties so perfectly that they must’ve been designed with her ass in mind. She turned back toward them, a shy smile playing about her pouty lips.
Lando was, of course, the first to regain his composure. He strolled into the cottage with his typical self-assured grace, as if he wasn’t sporting a third leg like the rest of them.
“Marco sent tiramisu, but I see something much sweeter I’d like to eat. You look ravishing, Genesis my dear.”
Genesis’s smile grew more confident as Lando set the dessert on the counter before giving her a lingering kiss on the cheek. Luke didn’t understand how his pack leader could be that close to the omega without devouring her. Luke wanted to lift her onto the counter and fuck her brains out.
“Marco also sent fresh bread,” Gabe said, setting the basket on the dining table. “I’m going to say hello from over here because I don’t trust myself to wait for dessert if I get any closer to you.”
Genesis chuckled throatily, then turned her coquettish gaze on Luke. A jolt of electricity shot through him as he met those big brown doe eyes. He realized he was the only member of the pack still lingering in the doorway instead of taking a seat at the table. He scowled and stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind him.
“I’m not coming over there either, Buttercup, because I’d rut you on the kitchen floor and then our dinner would get cold,” Luke growled, stalking to the table without looking at the omega again. “Not that I give a freeze-dried fuck, but I know Lando isn’tgoing to miss the opportunity to get his rocks off by delaying the fun. I will never understand the goddamn appeal of edging, especially not when Genesis looks like she needs to be stuffed full of cock A-S-A-fucking-P.”
Luke heard Genesis suck in a sharp breath. Gabe snorted a laugh while Lando gave Luke one of his longsuffering looks. The smell of jasmine and honeyed oranges overtook the aroma of dinner, making Luke’s mouth water.
“Genesis cooked for us. It would be rude not to eat the meal while it’s hot,” Lando admonished, unfolding his napkin and arranging it neatly on his lap. “I trust that once we’ve enjoyed her cooking, she’ll be amenable to being our second course.”
Luke’s attention snapped back to Genesis, who’d let out a little whimper before biting her lip to smother the sound. She’d almost reached the table, a steaming plate in each hand. Luke could see the slick glistening on her thick thighs, and the only thing restraining him from grabbing her and licking them clean was the chance that she’d hurt herself if she dropped the hot food.
“Yeah, I think I’m open to that,” Genesis said breathily, quickly setting plates in front of Luke and Lando, and hurrying back to the kitchenette. “It’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.”
Luke tensed. That was very close to a “we need to talk” and that worried him. Was she done with them already? Maybe they’d come on too strong or he’d been a little too rough. Or maybe she’d decided she’d prefer a temporary pack closer to her age. Luke clenched his fists beneath the table.
