“Okay,” I say, but all I can think about is how cute he looks with his curly hair falling over his forehead. How much I want to feel it between my fingers, brush it to the side so I can see his brown eyes better.
He’s saying something else.
“Yes,” I answer, though I missed the question.
“Great! We have the fire going in the living room, so we’ll do it in there,” he says and leads me downstairs.
I join Cato where he’s sprawled on the couch. He seamlessly curls around me as I sit.
Orion hands me a stick with marshmallows speared on it. Ah, Henri must have asked if I wanted to do s’mores before dinner.
I focus on toasting my marshmallows rather than giving into the urge to admire my alphas.
Cato loads my graham crackers with several chocolate bars and helps me slide my marshmallows onto them when they’re ready.
The evening should feel cozy and sweet, their delicious scents swirling around me, but it’s a tease. A glimpse of what Icouldhave, if things were different.
I anxiously eat my s’more and jump up to make another to keep myself busy. I grab the bag of marshmallows, accidentally flinging some on the floor.
Henri is already there cleaning up, but I bend over to help.
A growl sounds behind me, startling me into falling forward onto my hands and knees. My sweatshirt slides down, cool air hitting my back.
Charm and Henri take my arms and help me up.
“Are you alright?” Henri asks.
“I’m fine,” I say, brushing myself off.
Magnus is avoiding looking at me. Was he the one who growled when I bent over? He’s hunched over, forearms on his thighs, covering his lap. His scent is stronger than it was, spicy gingerbread making my nose tingle.
I blink and Magnus’s surprised face is in front of mine, and then my tongue in his mouth, hands tangled in his hair. His hard cock presses against my core through the thin fabric of my shorts.
Now he’s kissing me back, his hands on my ass, pulling me closer. Magnus’s body rumbles under mine with a pleased purr.
He hooks his fingers under my waistband and tugs my shorts down. I’m panting, pussy wet and ready for him.
I let out a squeal as I’m suddenly yanked off him, and Magnus is left with my shorts dangling from his hand.
Orion sets me on my feet, but blocks me from reaching Magnus.
Without him beneath me, reality slowly bleeds back in, and I cover my face with my hands.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I know we’re not allowed to be together, but I like you so much I—I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, please just forget this happened,” I say into my hands.
Orion rubs my back comfortingly.
“It’s okay, Hestia. I enjoyed—it didn’t upset me,” Magnus says.
After all my planning, I’m ruining everything. Sleeping with my bosses now would ruin their lives.
I can’t hear what they’re saying over the buzzing in my ears. No, not buzzing, it’s whining, and it’s coming from me.
My chest is tight. Is this heartbreak?
Did they reject me?
They pulled me off, pushed me away.
