“And have we impacted your salon in any negative way so far?” Luc asks, voice a little too sweet and smug, because he knows too well what the answer to that is, so he answers it for me. “No...” He shakes his head just to drill it home.
“But...” I start, then wet my lips and try again. “But itmight—”
“And I might get hit by a car tomorrow. The point is, Revea…” He leans in, thumb now brushing my hip. “You just listed all these qualities that I think you thought would be off-putting, but they’re the opposite, at least for us. You think we want an omega who doesn’t have goals and aspirations? You think we’re the type of alphas to stop you running a business?”
I think the questions are rhetorical, but I find myself shaking my head when he does.
“No,” he confirms with a smirk before continuing with, “And you just said you find us attractive, which means you’re interested, which means you’ve given us the green light.”
“What?” I frown. “I can find you attractive and not want you.”
God, that sounded weak.
The way they both glance at each other only confirms it. Then Val edges a little closer, and I don’t move an inch.
“If you want us to chase, we’ll chase.” His voice rumbles with a kindling growl. “But we’re not patient men, Revea.” His fingers brush the edge of my thigh. “And we’re very good at catching.”
Oh fuck.
How have we ended up here? I was firing them, and now they’re touching me, talking about chasing, and suddenly… that’s all I want. My omega’s taking over, peering out at these two powerful alphas who’ve practically promised themselves to us.
“You like that idea, omega?” Val’s voice dips into a low rumble, and my body betrays me by letting out a soft sound I don’t think I’veeverproduced.
Their eyes darken, a deep growl sounding from both as their fingers clench around my thigh and hip.
The pressure of their touch jolts through me, sharp enough to finally cut through the omega haze.
This isn’t happening.
I bare my teeth, growling back in warning.
But it doesn’t deter them; instead, Luc uses the moment to lean in and inhale.
My growl sputters out.
I freeze.
Then he whispers in my ear, “I wanna scent you so badly, omega.”
But when the heat of his breath touches my throat, I react on instinct. Fingers delving into my pouch.
With the blade of my shears against Luc’s throat, I lower my voice to snarl. “No, alphas.”
All movement and sounds stop.
“This is my salon. My place of work. There will be no scenting or chasing here. Understood?”
I press firmly on my shears; it’s only the side of them, they’re not open, just the blunt edge, but I pray it works. Because I know I won’t be able to go through with hurting Luc, and if they keep touching me...
Slowly, Luc pulls away, and my shears follow him until our eyes meet.
I frown.
He looks...
“You might want to put them down, trouble,” Val murmurs.
I didn’t realise I’d edged myself over to his side when I got the shears out. Now my shoulders are against his chest, and his mouth is right by my ear.
