And that’s all I need to let go.
My orgasm hits me and I come so hard I fear my knees will buckle. Killian’s hands grip my waist, holding me steady while I empty my release into our sweet girl. With my eyes shut tight, I can only hear Beth moan with glee as she’s filled to the brim.
Once my pleasure finally subsides, I open my eyes.
Beth looks dazed, her features slack with hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her beautiful brown eyes meet mine and she smiles, ever so sweetly.
I’m so unworthy of having such a beauty beneath me.
“You did so good.” Killian kisses Beth’s shoulder. He’s still struggling to catch his breath too. “Such a good girl.”
Beth’s already flushed face burns a darker red, and her smile grows.
“Better?” I ask our sweet girl, and she gives me a happy little nod.
I have a feeling our wild omega won’t be running off again.
In The Kitchen
Beth
The early morningsun streams through the living room window, bathing everything in a buttery orange glow. The kitchen is quiet. Everyone else is asleep.
Or at least I assume they are.
I left Killian and Basil in my nest. The pair were still passed out. I can’t blame them after our long night of sex and snuggles. I should probably be in bed too, but I’m too restless. It’s like I woke up with bees vibrating beneath my skin. I thought briefly of checking on Tristan and Jeremy, but it felt rude to just walk into the alpha’s room without being invited first. I’d be pretty upset if he did that to my nest.
I open the fridge and take out a carton of orange juice. The cool air fans across my face and I lean into it. This big machine is so weird. I mean, how does it create the cold? I understand creating heat—I’ve built many fires over the years—but how do you make cold?
Just then, Jeremy breezes around the corner. He looks cheerful as always in his pale blue pajama pants and soft white T-shirt. His hair is a wild mess and his eyes brighten when he sees me. “Good morning.” He smiles widely.
I immediately duck my head, feeling deeply ashamed for what happened last night. I’m so lucky no one got killed or seriously hurt…at least I think no one got hurt. I’m still not sure what happened to Tristan.
“Do you want some coffee?” Jeremy asks as he pulls a mug out of the cupboard. I’ve never had coffee, but I don’t care for the smell. It’s too sharp. Acidic.
“No, thank you.” I hold up the orange juice, showing him what I plan to drink.
Jeremy hands me a short glass, before turning to the machine that makes his coffee. I pour my drink, then stare at the side of the beta’s face. I want to apologize, but I’m scared it won't sound sincere. After all, I stabbed Tristan, tried to attack Killian, and I’ve demanded to leave this place multiple times since the moment I arrived.
He probably thinks I’m an awful person.
“How’s Tristan?” I ask, deciding to start there.
“Tristan?” Jeremy gives me a curious look as he dumps two scoops of what looks like crushed brown rocks into the machine.
“Killian mentioned that something happened to Tristan last night.” I squeeze my glass with both hands. “I don’t remember much. What happened to him?”
Jeremy’s expression brightens, and he smiles as if suddenly remembering. “Oh, he’s fine.” But his words come out weirdly stiff, making me think that’s not completely true.
I want to challenge the beta and insist he tell me, but I’m not in a position to demand anything. In fact, I probably shouldn't be allowed to leave my room. I glance down at my orange juice,and the first thought that pops into my head is to question if I’ll be allowed to eat today.
I know that’s stupid—this pack doesn’t do things like that—but I can’t help it. It’s like my body is programmed to think the worst.
Deciding to get what I can into my stomachjust in case, I tip the glass and guzzle the whole thing in one go.
“Wow.” Jeremy laughs. “Thirsty?”
I nod, then pour myself another glass. But just before I can down it, Tristan appears around the corner. He looks tired—eyes puffy and shoulders curling inward. He looks like he didn’t sleep a wink last night.
