The brown sugar and honey is so beautifully smooth. This… this has a bitterness to it that has my lips curling downward instead of upward.
Our bee is… is she going to cry?
Ah, fuck.
That’s not at all what I want to see. I was hoping for yelling. Maybe a good punch to the groin. Some sort of fight.
Notthis.
“Are you…?” The quiver in her tone has me utterly conflicted between growling and purring.
Growling because I’m disappointed. And also pissed at Laz for upsetting our pet.
And purring because… because I want to comfort her.
Fuck. A. Duck.There goes my erection.
This isnotwhat I’m into. Not at all.
“Am I?” Laz asks, his voice silky and layered with undeniable threat.
I glance at Johan, note the way his brow is pinched, and realize he’s fighting an urge similar to mine. He wants to comfort the girl.
Well, there go my plans for the night.
“How did you find me?” our omega asks, her voice so small that it takes effort not to wrap her up in a hug.
Which is asinine.
I make grown alpha males cry on the daily.
Yet the first sign of tears from this female has me wanting to drop to my knees and beg forgiveness. And I didn’t even fucking do anything.
Laz did this.
He upset our omega.
Yet he doesn’t seem to care at all, both his hands now in his pockets as he saunters toward her like he’s the king of the jet.
Which I suppose he is as the don of the Ferraro Mafia.
That won’t stop me from introducing my fist to his face when we’re alone later. He’s ruined our entire fucking night.Asshole.
“I didn’t. Johan did.” Laz glances at tech boy genius, then focuses on our omega as he pauses right in front of her. “You provided quite the challenge, princess. Have anything you’d like to say before I destroy your pretty little world?”
Her shoulders stiffen. “You’re going to take the town?”
He considers her for a moment. “It would be an appropriate punishment, wouldn’t it? You bought it withmymoney, after all.”
Laz doesn’t mean it. We’ve talked about this a thousand times. All he wants is the omega—Aurora Bianchi.
Not only did she win all of us over with her antics, but her name and birthright are an appropriate match for our pack.
The fact that she’s also our scent match is just… fate being fucking awesome.
Only, Aurora doesn’t seem to feel the same way. Her head falls. Her buzzing has all but stopped. And she’s suddenly kneeling on the floor like she’s going to weep.
God damn it.I take a step forward, ready to string Laz up by his neck and force him to fix this, when the little bee on the floor whirs to life and the sound of a cocking gun fills the air.
