“Where’s Elias?” My question blurted from me, nerves roaring forward. Was Sinclair makingmenervous?
The quirk of his lips told me he was well aware, and I wanted to smack both of us. Him for his smugness, and me for my horny Omega instinct. I lifted my legs to curl them under my ass, tugging the blanket tighter around my waist.
The side of my hand brushed against my legs, and it prickled on my palm. “Do you have a razor? I have to shave.”
“Shave?” His eyebrow went up. “I don’t know. I’ll have to inspect.”
He caught my ankle and forced it out from under my thigh while at the same time pushing me onto my back as he leaned forward and over me.
I gasped, staring up at his face hovering a few inches over mine.
He delved under the blanket twisted around my calf and slid his palm upward, opposite the hair growth.
“Hmmm.” His honey-brown eyes glinted with mischief. “Maybe I want to try youau natural.” His hand traveled higher to my hip, his thumb pressing into the crease of my thigh.
My thoughts had become a scrambled mess under his touch and sudden proximity.
I whipped my head toward the creak of the door.
“Well.” Kyan cleared his throat, eyebrows raised with a pointed look at Sinclair. I rolled my head to the Alpha still hovering over me. A tic started up in Sinclair’s cheek.
“Sin, you need to contact someone for me,” Kyan mumbled, distractedly looking over his shoulder.
Sinclair’s lips thinned. “We’ll continue this later.” With those parting words, he rolled off the bed, taking his heat with him.
“There’s paperwork I have to get done,” Kyan announced and, without compunction, left on Sinclair’s heels, leaving the door cracked.
“Don’t forget to bring a razor to my room!”
I didn’t get a response. I huffed, tossing my limbs out like a starfish.
They kept running off like the devil was on their heels. If I wasn’t taking a shower every day, I’d be sniffing myself to see whether I stank.
As soon as their footsteps fully retreated, I stood, shuffling to the doorway. I poked my head out. A big part of me was hoping they hadn’t really left, so we could?—
Stop being obsessive.
I straightened, shaking my head at myself, and hurried to the room I was staying in like my ass was on fire.
Chapter 19
Icouldn’t sleep a wink. Tossing for the millionth time forced me to sit up and shove the blanket down.
These last two days had been incredibly . . . pleasant. Every single second of them. I thought it would be the opposite, since Sinclair and Elias had showed up, but I was glad I was wrong.
Having them so near made my stomach swirl. They’d infected my thoughts relentlessly. I rolled onto my stomach and groaned. All the fucking had left me parched.
After sliding off the bed, I slipped my feet into my sandals and shuffled out of the room, stifling a yawn.
Today had given me such whiplash. How could they be so mercurial? Could they just fucking decide whether they wanted me or not?
In my line of work, I’d encountered plenty of people from all stations and seasons in life. Greymont Pack lit up all my warning buttons.
Dangerous, powerful, angry womanizers . . . the type who cared about nothing except themselves. Any Omega would be miserableafterthem.
Then why couldn’t I stop thinking about the what-ifs?
I rubbed both my temples.
