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I clean myself up, washing away the tear marks, and hope that the redness fades by the time I head downstairs. I change clothes, so that I can be more comfortable. I pull on a large jumper and pair it with shorts and some knee-length socks. I quickly tie my hair up into a ponytail and hope that the others aren’t upset at me when I join them for hibernating all afternoon. I’ve been on the phone with George for nearly an hour, and it’s given me so much time to collect my thoughts, but it means I’ve not been around my men.
Cevon and I need to talk, more just so I can reassure him that I expect nothing of him when it comes to my heat.
And then my pack and I need to talk, so that we can all air our feelings. I’m sure Atticus and Cevon are going to love that, but it’s the way it needs to be.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Micah says, beaming at me as I come down the stairs. He closes the door behind him, having just gotten in from work.
I jump off the bottom step, and he laughs as he swings me around in a tight hug. I kiss him, showing him exactly how much I’ve missed him today, and he grins breathlessly as he pulls away.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs, kissing my nose softly. “How were your appointments? I texted you, but you must have blocked my number.”
“I would never,” I gasp, and he laughs.
“I’m teasing.”
I nod as he places me down on the floor. “The first was a bust, but the second went well. Kat is going to call tomorrow with my test results, but there’s a lot of information. I want to steal Cevon before dinner, but then I want to talk to everyone about it.”
As I’ve been talking. he takes his shoes off and hangs his coat up. Micah takes my hand in his before leading me through to the living room.
Orson jumps up as we enter and smiles at me. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I reply, squeezing Micah’s hand before heading to Orson’s side for a hug. “David’s grateful you’ve been the one chatting with him.”
Orson snorts and kisses me deeply.
“Knock it off,” Cevon groans, glaring at us. “He can’t be that good a kisser. Your moans sound fake.”
Orson growls, pulling away from me, and blocks me from Cevon’s sight. “If I want to kiss my mate in our fucking living room, I can. Piss off with the jealousy. There’s no place for it here.”
And to my surprise, Cevon is actually jealous. I didn’t scent it over Orson’s citrusy scent—the lemon stronger than the lime today—and his strong aroma of love, but it’s there.
My eyes widen as I creep around Orson.
“You’re jealous?”
Cevon glares at me, a pout appearing on his plump coral lips. “No.”
“He’s very in denial,” Micah says, laughing. “I’m going to grab a drink, and then we can make some progress on this jigsaw before dinner if you fancy it, pretty girl?”
Without breaking eye contact with Cevon, I reply to my cheerful tiger mate. “Of course, Romeo. Can you grab me some water, please?”
He nods as Cevon continues to glare at me. He has terrible control over his emotions and seems to think that he’s better at holding a poker face than what he really is.
A low buzzing sound comes from the kitchen, and Orson sighs and kisses my temple before jogging through. Something must be done—I wonder if it’s the brownies that Fin said he was making.
I don’t bother asking, and, instead, I walk towards Cevon. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, his eyes swirling with green as I advance towards him. Unconsciously, he spreads his legs, and I step in between them as his head tilts up.
“You’re jealous.” I don’t phrase it like a question as I reach out to trail my finger down his cheek. I clearly misperceived his interest in me. He wants a physical connection. Holy shit. “What do you have to be jealous over?”
“You’ve never kissed me the way you kissed him,” Cevon snarls, and, with that, his control seems to snap. His eyes are the most expressive part of him, and, right now, they’re pure black as he tugs me into his lap.
“I think that’s more your fault than mine,” I say, a little breathless at the intensity that’s radiating off of this Alpha lion.
“How’s this for a kiss,” he hisses before grabbing me by the nape and pressing our foreheads together. His lips brush against mine, hesitantly at first, before he fully gives in.
This kiss? It’s a kiss between two mates who have fought through hell to get to this point.
It’s a kiss full of desire, and love, and just a tad bit of psychotic, murderous rage.
