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“I don’t think there’s anything else,” I finally tell Jedrik, and wait to see if he has anything to add that I might’ve missed.
“Very well done, Trouble,” he coos, the silky tone of his voice like the softest of caresses.
“So, Matthew was killed in the conservatory with the candlestick. But who did it?” I take off the rubber gloves, hopefully for the last time today, and hand them to Jedrik.
“That’s the big mystery now, isn’t it?” He stands to his feet and his eyes glint with a predatory gleam. “But it’s not something we can solve right this second.” He takes a step closer to me and I stand to my feet as well. A thrill rushes through me with the way he’s watching me.
“It’s not,” I agree with him, taking a step backward. It seems I’ve done exactly as he wanted if the smirk is anything to go by.
“You know what I can solve right now?“ he taunts, taking another step.
I match his step by moving back again. “What’s that?” My mouth suddenly becomes dry and I have to lick my lips. He traces the path my tongue takes with his eyes, tracking my every movement.
“Oh, I think you know, Trouble.” His tone is raspy and filled with innuendo.
A smile grows on my face, hoping I’m actually reading into what he’s saying correctly. I give him a teasing wink, and spin on my toes, dashing down the path the way we came.
Chapter 43
Jedrik
She’s a vixen, pure and simple. The way she flirts with me makes me feel ten years younger, like I’m back at the show for the very first time and forgot all the reasons why I started hating it in the first place.
Verity dashes down the path the way we came, and I’m hot on her heels. It’s adorable that she thinks she can outrun me. Perhaps she doesn’t think that and is simply running for my pleasure of being able to chase her. And it is my pleasure.
My cock is rock hard remembering her running for us in the woods while her heat was riding us all. The smell of her sweet honeyed perfume is still stuck in my nose days later. And yet, my desire for her has only grown to a painful extent. The thought of relieving the pressure without her left the taste of grit in my mouth. No, it has to be with my sweet omega. Nothing else can satisfy this urge.
And now I’m done waiting. I grab her by the hips and spin her until she’s facing me, and I can bend her over my shoulder. The joyous sound of her laughter makes my heart pound even harder, knowing soon enough they’ll be moans of her pleasure.
“Jedrik! Put me down,” she shrieks between her giggles.
“Hush,” I tell her, smacking her perfect ass. “If you keep screaming, you’ll catch the attention of another alpha, and I’m not in the mood to fight one of them off.”
A shudder runs through her, and I smirk knowing it was my feral words causing it. I keep one arm banded around the bend of her knees, making sure she doesn’t fall, but my other hand teases my touch along her thigh. I keep it light, running my touch in the sensitive inner area, before moving closer to the apex.
Her wiggling is my first clue that it’s working, but what really seals the deal is when she moans my name breathily.
I’m not sure what I did to find an omega that’s beyond perfect for me, but it’s about time I worship her like she deserves. Too bad I’m an impatient man and can’t wait to do it properly, though. I find the conservatory work room and practically rip the door from the hinges opening it. When I close it behind me, we’re once more plunged into darkness, but I got a good enough glimpse of the layout to make my way around the tight room.
One wall is made of shelves holding various pots and soils, probably seeds and tools too, but my attention was more focused on the waist high table on the other side. Which is where I sit Verity when I turn her right side up.
Reaching for the string hanging above us, I turn on the single hanging light bulb. Her gorgeous face is flushed from being upside down, and her eyes are sparkling with merriment. As much as I hate the danger of having a killer amongst us, I’m beyond thankful I can still find joy in life with her by my side. Being an enforcer can be a stressful job at times, and this goes to prove the peacefulness she’ll bring to my and Andrik’s life.
“What are you up to, Jed?” The shortened version of my name sounds so sweet coming from her lips.
“Oh, I think you know, Trouble. Don’t play coy with me now.” I smile at her. Admittedly, it might be more feral than I intend, but I’m so fucking worked up, she won’t be able to coax a nicer version of me to make an appearance.
A squeak slips past her parted lips, and as she licks them, I trace my eyes along the same path. Verity is my omega, and she’s about to feel exactly how much she belongs to me. I slip my hold into her hair at the back of her head and grab a handful, using it to tilt her just right.
Her eyes give away how much she loves my feral actions. “Strip your clothes, Verity. I want you spread out in front of me so I can see you.”
She gulps, but her fingers move to the hem of her shirt. I release my hold on her only long enough for her to remove it, and then I’m back to tilting her head so I can tease my lips across hers as she works to take off her pants. “Did I say to keep your underwear on?” I growl when she stops.
Another shudder rocks through her body, and she makes quick work of the remaining two garments. I take a step back when she’s completely bare—everything she has to offer on display for me and me alone.
“And here I thought you couldn’t be more beautiful than when you found the clues leading to the killer,” I muse. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. You’re the most exquisite work of art I’ve ever seen.”
The most breathtaking smile splits her lips and lights her eyes; she practically glows from it. I never thought I’d have an omega to call my own, much less have one who could look at me like that. I can’t hold myself back any longer. Within the span of a heartbeat, I’m kissing her, my tongue tasting her honeyed pears as my hands trail my touch along her sides until I’m cupping her breasts.
