I’ve never wanted to be a mafia bride. A toy. A pretty jewel left on a pedestal to be looked at and only touched when the alphas desire it.
Yet these males haven’t made me feel that way at all.
It’s still early, I remind myself.And they did leave for three days…
That’s something I can’t forget.
Yes, Lazarus apologized. Yes, they had a good reason. But that doesn’t change what happened.
And it doesn’t mean it won’t happen again.
That’s not how I want to live my life.
“What’s bothering you?” Noah asks, his nose rubbing mine. “Talk to me, little bee. I can practically hear that mind of yours buzzing.”
I startle, surprised that he noticed. Maybe… maybe he could sense the distraction in our kiss? I frown at that idea.
Mostly because I don’t want him to thinkheis the issue. Because he’s not. Not really, anyway.
Which makes me feel like I owe him an explanation. I don’t want him to think he’s done anything wrong, as he hasn’t.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “It’s not anything you’ve done. I… I’m just confused.”
He pulls back to stare down at me, his brow furrowing. “What are you confused about? Talk to me. Please.”
“Us,” Lazarus murmurs. “Talk to us. Unless you would like Johan and me to leave?”
I glance at him, see the concern in his features, and nearly groan aloud.
Actually, no, Idogroan.
Because this is so complicated.
And stupid.
Well, not stupid. Just… just complex?
“Maybe we should try having coffee and some food first,” Johan suggests, his words like a beacon of hope that I instantly cling to.
“Yes,” I say, emphasizing my need. “Yes, coffee. Yes.”
Noah’s expression doesn’t change.
But Lazarus’s smooths out as he nods. “We’ll arrange it for you.” He grabs Noah by the shoulder and shoves him off me. “You and I are going to go dance in the gym for a bit.”
Noah glowers at him. “If you fucking touch me one more time while I’m with my ome?—”
“Our,” Lazarus growls at him, the possession in his tone making my thighs clench. “She’souromega, Noah. Not yours. Not mine.Ours.”
“Fuck you,boss. I know what she is tous.” The words leave him on a rumble, his growl rivaling Lazarus’s and causing slick to pour out of me.
Whyyyy is this so hot?I want to moan out loud.
All I want to do is submit to them both. Go up on all fours and beg them to fuck me.
Which is precisely the problem!
This isn’t the life I desired.
