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I swallow down another whine and shake my head. “Nothing. Sorry, I’m still getting used to being… this.”
Swift pulls back and looks down at me with his gold eyes while Logan moves closer, one dark red brow arched. “This?”
I wave a hand while Swift ducks his head and slides his nose along my neck, just like he did in the coffee shop yesterday. I feel him smile against my skin as goosebumps erupt in his wake.
“Being an omega. I don’t quite have the grasp on the instincts yet.” I wince and meet Maddox’s dark gaze. He has his hands curled around the edge of the island, knuckles white like he’s physically holding himself back from me. “I don’t usually whine like that. Actually, I’ve never whined like that before yesterday. I’ll try to stop.”
“You shouldn’t stop yourself,” Logan says, dropping back onto the couch. “If your instincts tell you to do something, do it.”
My nose wrinkles. It’s a good thought in theory, but my instincts can’t be trusted right now. Especially since I currently want to drop on all fours, shove my ass in their direction and beg for their cocks, knots and bites.
Not what I need to do today. At all.
“Aren’t most instincts of a newly presented alpha or omega a little wacky to start?”
The red head looks at me considering my question. I like that he does that, takes his time to think about it before answering. “Not all newly presented designations. But you’re right, you just revealed yesterday, so it might be a little too soon to totally trust your instincts.”
Relief flows through me at his agreement. I didn’t realize until now that a part of me was feeling guilty for not immediately embracing my omeganess. But until I feel more balanced, I probably shouldn’t make any more big decisions, like bonding with the rest of the pack.
Swift pulls back and tucks a stray stand of hair behind my ear, before trailing his eyes over my body, his gaze reverent.
“I love your shirt, Cherrybomb,” he murmurs, eyes glued to my chest. I look down. If you think I’m too much, go find less. I love this shirt too. And it felt apt this morning in light of Maddox’s reaction to my arrival last night. Swift lifts his oddly colored eyes to me and grins. “I want one. Then we can match.”
Half of my mouth quirks up. I can’t help it. “I’ll order you one.”
Swift chuckles like he thinks I’m adorable. “No, you won’t. Tell me where you got it so we can be twinsies.”
I shake my head at him and eye the rest of the pack. They’re eyeing me right back.
Maddox still looks pissed. “You planning on going somewhere, trouble?” He asks before taking a sip from a mug of what I can only assume is coffee. I want to ask if I can have a cup, but then I also don’t want to ask him for anything.
So I move to the couch and sit down to pull on my shoes and socks. “I need to run an errand.” I’ll grab a coffee while I’m out, too. And breakfast.
“An errand.” How can he sound mad over those two words?
“Yes,” I say, tying my laces. “It shouldn’t take too long.” Well, it might take all day. I don’t know. Depends on how I’m feeling when I’m done. I might want to hide from these men, keep a little distance. Maybe I’ll hit a movie or two. It’s been a while since I’ve done that. Gone to a theater.
“You’re a newly revealed omega that smells fucking decadent as hell and has recently bonded into my pack. Do you honestly think I’m going to let you just walk around the city alone?”
I scowl and stand up, sliding my palms down my thighs. “Well, I don’t really see how you’re going to stop me.”
Half his mouth curls into a smirk. “Believe me, it wouldn’t take much.”
Swift steps between us, blocking my view of the asshole alpha. “What do you need, Cherrybomb? We can have someone get it for you.” He holds out a giant cup to me. A cappuccino complete with a foam heart on top.
I blink down at it and then up at the alpha in front of me. “Did you make that for me?”
He beams. “I did. I noticed you were drinking it at the cafe yesterday. Took a stab in the dark,” he grins when my cheeks flush at that seemingly innocuous statement as memories of what he did to me last night flood my brain. "And assumed it’s what you like to drink in the morning.” The smile falls from his lips. “It is what you like, right, Cherry? Fuck. It isn’t. I’ll make you something else. I should have asked.”
I curl my fingers around his wrist before he takes it away. “No! This is perfect. I love cappuccinos. They’re my favorite. Thank you, Swift.” That he paid enough attention to me yesterday to remember what I like shouldn’t make my heart throb the way it is, but it does.
No clue why.
I take the cup and cradle it in my hands, breathing in the aroma and the steam. Swift watches as I take a sip, gold eyes intent as I swallow and give a happy moan, then flick the foam from my upper lip with the tip of my tongue.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I mutter, before looking up and finding Logan, Maddox and Swift’s eyes on me. I swear I see a flicker of desire in Maddox’s eyes before he scowls and looks away from me.
Not surprising, I guess, given that I was just moaning like I was orgasming from a sip of coffee.
