All females are invited to enjoy an evening of revelry and relaxation.
A special dinner will be served in the garden, followed by dessert and a film.
I fold it and give it back to her. “Isn't that nice.”
“Is it?” she asks.
I shrug and lay down on her bed. “Are you going to change your shirt?”
She looks down at it then back up at me. “Yes.”
“I wouldn't,” I tell her, fluffing her pillow behind my head. “Put on a bra, though. As previously discussed, your tits are very distracting.”
“You're an ass.”
I close my eyes. “Go ahead. I won't peek.”
She huffs and pulls open a drawer and I listen to her decide whether or not she's going to change into a shirt of her own or keep wearing Drew's. After last night, her scent is different. Or I'm processing it differently. It isn't bad, it just makes me want to rub my nose.
“Are you going tonight?” I ask. “For the evening of revelry and relaxation?”
“Why do you care?”
It's my job to care, but I won't tell her that. Cross is going to claim her and then she's going to be my responsibility. We haven't discussed it because it's not how things usually work in packs. Usually, the Alpha protects and sees to the needs of his Luna. I know Cross will do those things, but I will also do them. It feels right. She can dislike me if she wants to, she can even hate me, but she will be my Luna.
“It could be fun,” I urge.
“I'm done,” she says. “I know you don't know me very well, but trust me when I say that the idea of sitting around in a garden eating weird food and watching anything with a bunch of catty bitches doesn't thrill me.”
This feels like... There's no other way to say it. “You know I like women, right?”
She looks at me, brows drawn, nose wrinkled. “And?”
“It's just,” I pause, maybe I'm reading something into it that isn't there. “I'm not usually on this end of these conversations.”
“I don't know what you mean,” she says, lips still pursed. “And no, I'm probably not going to the special dinner for females. I'll probably go for a walk around the grounds and then go to bed.”
“I mean, I'm only attracted to Cross, no other males. If I'm going to casually fuck, I like women.”
Somehow her face screws up into an even more confused-sarcastic combo. “Good for you. Now get out of my room.”
Yeah, but now I'm staying. “Does that bother you?”
“Which part?” she asks. “Wanting to casually fuck women or wanting to fuck Cross?”
I open my mouth but the answer is frozen inside. I initially wanted to know whether or not it bothered her for Cross and I to continue our relationship, but now I'm curious; not that I expect her to care who I fuck or how casually I do it. “Both. Either.”
She sighs and shoves my feet over before sitting down on the bed. “I don't care about Drew. You have a whole history with him, and I barely have a present tense with him. I don't know what our future will look like, but I don't want to be miserable. I've been miserable for the past few years and I'm sick of it. If you want to fuck Drew and he wants to fuck you, you can both go fuck each other until your dicks fall off. Preferably after we've produced an heir.”
“And what about the women?” I ask.
“Who you fuck is none of my business.”
Well, doesn't that just feel like a slap. And why do I care what her opinion is about it? “We've shared. In the past.”
Her eyes narrow to slits. “Good for you.”
“Last night was sharing.”
