I sit up and tuck myself back into my pants as Noah replies, “It’s not intentional.” His tone and expression remind me of a wounded puppy dog. “I’m sorry.”
“Ugh,” Lark groans. “Just… just go away. Please. I… I want to be alone.”
“Okay, little bee,” Noah says, sounding crestfallen. “But if you need anything, like more coffee, or food even, let me know. I’ll get whatever you want.”
He starts to move around her but pauses as she says, “How about my freedom? Can you give me that?”
My eyebrow glides upward as I wait to hear how he’ll respond to that.
“In time, I think you’ll find that the three of us can provide you with a freedom you never even knew existed.” It’s a thoughtful response that’s underlined with innuendo, and he utters it with sincerity because he means every word.
That’s the thing about Noah—he doesn’t lie. He can deflect, and potentially withhold the truth, but anything he does say is spoken with honesty.
An assassin with morals, as he once told a mark.
“That’s not what I meant,” Lark huffs back at him.
“I know, little bee.” He gives her an indulgent smile. “But I think you know exactly what I meant.” He grabs her hips and lifts her out of his way so he can vacate the room.
It wasn’t necessary. He could have moved around her. However, Noah obviously wanted to touch her. I understand, as I feel the same way.
She releases an adorable little growl and grabs the door.
Noah bends, picks up the shirt, and tosses it onto the floor inside the bedroom just before she slams it shut. His lips turn up, and he waggles his brows our way as the omega inside releases a roar of fury.
Then he casually grabs the knob to hold it shut when she tries to open it.
More growling sounds from behind the wood, making my dick throb against my partially undone zipper. “Can you imagine how that’ll feel while throat-fucking her?” I ask, groaning as my tip leaks with cum. “I wonder how loud we can make her scream.”
“I’m all for finding out,” Noah replies. “But Laz decided to create a rule without discussing it with the pack.”
“So, what? You’re going to lock me in here now?!” Lark shouts through the door.
“It’s for your comfort, little bee.” Noah’s voice vibrates with his purr. “Just enjoy the scents and have fun. There’s a vibratorin the nightstand if you need it. No dildos or knots, though. If you want those, you’ll need to ask nicely.”
Something shatters against the door.
By the scent, I suspect it’s the coffee mug.
Noah looks down, his brow furrowing. “Well, that’s just wasteful, Aurora. But I’ll brew you another cup for later.”
He releases the doorknob and heads to the bar area, where Laz is standing.
The two square off as Laz refuses to move, his hands holding two glasses of water.
“I respect you as our pack leader,boss, but no more rules without a group discussion,” Noah tells him flatly. “And I’m licking her pussy first.”
“I thought we decided that was up to her?” Laz counters.
Noah grins. “Oh, it is. I’m just letting you know that I’m the one she’s going to invite into the nest first. So I’ll be tasting that sweet, honeyed slick before either of you is even considered.”
My lips twitch as the door to the bedroom opens and the shirt is tossed back out into the cabin. “In your dreams,Noah Dragon,” she snarls, clearly having heard his proclamation. “None of you are having my slick. Oreverbeing invited into my nest.”
Her gaze meets mine as her nostrils flare, and a hint of uncertainty flashes in her brown irises.
Then she slams the door shut, and the sound of a lock echoes through the cabin.
“Hmm, seems Ms. Bianchi hasn’t chosen any of us yet,” Laz muses. He lifts one of his glasses toward Noah and adds, “May the best alpha win.” He takes a sip before sauntering toward me and handing me the other glass.
