I chuckle as I take another bite of a strawberry. “Not a chance. She’s out cold and Pickles is guarding that girl like his life depends on it.”
The three of us stare at one another before I point between the two of them. “Hey, don’t stop on my account. I like a good show with my snacks.”
“Horny. All of you,” Lia says breathlessly.
I toss her a playful wink. “Only for you, Sunshine.”
Her lustful scent perfumes through the room and the Alpha inside of me sits up and takes notice. Her body is calling to me, even if she doesn’t realize it.
This isn’t my moment, though.
My gaze drifts to Lia, watching the way her hips roll back against Eli, pulling a groan from him.
“I think our Omega’s getting impatient,” I say to Eli. “Why don’t you give her what she wants?”
Lia visibly shivers. “I’m so close.”
Eli watches me before he pulls out and eases back into her, earning a luscious moan that makes him clap his hand back over her mouth. And when he pulls back out of her wet warmth, only to sink back in with a delicious, sopping wet slap, I take another bite of my strawberry.
While keeping one ear trained toward the hallway, just in case.
Walker
The second my workday ends, I head for Eli’s place.
I’ve got a pot of soup riding shotgun in the passenger seat and a loaf of fresh bread tucked beside it. I figured it would be an easy dinner for everyone to enjoy.
I told myself this is all for Amber, which is mostly true. I don’t like that she’s not feeling well.
But if I’m being honest with myself, I also want an excuse to see the rest of them.
The drive through Honeysuckle Grove is quiet this time of the day. The sun hangs low over the hills, washing the town in that warm golden light that makes everything look softer than it really is.
My grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel. I shouldn’t feel this eager to see them, especially since we don’t have a clue how any of this is registering with Lia.
But I’m eager, anyway.
When I pull into Eli’s driveway, I grab the food and head up to his front door. The porch light hasn’t come on yet, which makes the front of the house feel oddly still.
I balance the pot in one arm and tuck the loaf of bread under my chin so I can knock. I don’t want to chance ringing the doorbell, in case Amber’s sleeping.
But nothing happens after I knock.
So I knock louder.
There’s no sound behind the door, though.
A crease forms between my brows. I turn and count the cars in the driveway, just to make sure they’re all here. Eli’s rundown van. Knox’s truck. Lia’s rust bucket of a vehicle that I’m going to convince her to let me replace because no Omega of mine is going to be riding around in a death mobile.
Everyone’s cars are here. So why is no one opening the door?
Worry pools in my gut. I turn back to the door and knock a little more insistently this time. Eli knows I’m coming by, there’s no reason someone shouldn’t be up to get this door. Did something happen to Amber?
Dear god, did something happen to Lia?
Fuck this knocking shit.
If something is wrong with my pack, I need to know.
