“No!” I shout. “I’ve never done that with anyone!” God, ugh, why am I yelling? “Noah, I’m saying…” Fuck, I don’t even knowwhatI was saying.
This alpha is certifiably insane.
And confusing.
And hot.
And… and…Is he purring?I gape at him, then swoon as I realize that, yes, he is indeed purring for me.
He also has a really goofy grin on his face. “See, little bee? I love you.”
I just… I just stare. Because how am I supposed to even begin to respond to that? One second he’s talking about chopping off dicks, then confessing his love in the next, and lastly emitting that hypnotic sound from his chest.
Yeah, I’m screwed.
How was I ever meant to say no to this pack? Why did I ever want to?
“Even though I really want to say the words, I won’t ask you to marry me again yet. I’ll get a nice ring first. Maybe some flowers or chocolate. Then I’ll do it.”
“I don’t need a ring,” I mumble. There’s no point in commenting on anything else, so I don’t.
“I’ll also take you somewhere really nice,” he adds, ignoring my comment. “Like on a proper date. Oh!” He looks at Lazarus, who is lounging alongside me with an arm tucked beneath his head.
Then he shifts his focus to the male lying longways across the bed near my feet. He currently has his head propped up on his hand, his naked form stretched out like he’s waiting to be drawn on a canvas.
“Let’s go out and show our pet a good time,” he says, sounding boyish and hopeful. “Maybe a picnic at the park? Or one of those posh places Laz fancies?” He turns thoughtful. “Iwouldn’t mind going for a swim. We could fly down to the islands for a day or five?”
I gape at him. “How about a movie?”
His nose wrinkles. “You want us to buy a theater?” He glances at Lazarus. “Our girl wants a theater chain. You and tech boy genius should get to work.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I sputter, a bit floored by his interpretation.
“Noah doesn’t know how to do normal,” Johan murmurs, his hand finding my ankle through the blankets and giving it a little squeeze. “He would give you the world if he could. As in, the entire planet.”
“We’re not acquiring a movie chain, and we can’t fly to the Caribbean right now,” Lazarus says, his tone underlined with finality. “Stefano’s people reached out this morning, and he’s demanding to know what happened to his brother. We need to address it and get to the bottom of why Johan was targeted.”
I look down at the hacker lounging near my legs. I can’t believe he slept there all night.
Or however long we slept, anyway.
He looks rumpled, his hair a mess on his head. Something tells me that’s not his usual state of appearance. He seems too organized for it. But I like seeing him like this—vulnerable and unkempt.
I suspect I look the same since I’m naked under the sheets. But I don’t feel exposed or nervous by it. Just… comfortable.
Which is a little crazy, given that I have three alphas in bed with me.
Three virile alphas.
Three scent-match alphas.
Three very dominant alphas.
My tummy does a somersault, my mind wandering as Noah responds to Lazarus. I don’t catch the words, too focused on my thoughts to hear him.
Johan’s ice-blue eyes capture mine, his lashes thick and abundant. I’m not sure which way I prefer him—with or without glasses. He looks good as both versions.
Handsome.
