“Juice first, it’s good for you.”
It tastes bad.
I looked at the screen, and then at her.
“You know,” I muttered, crossing my arms, “most omegas in your condition would just drink it and behave.”
She held up the phone again.
I’m not most omegas.
I slid the glass back to her.
“Two more sips, I make whatever you want, deal?”
Her brow lowered before she furiously typed one last message.
And after a moment, she handed my phone back and crossed her arms.
ONE SIP.I want toast with honey. Please and thank you.
“Two sips,” I countered automatically.
Her eyes narrowed into pissed-off little slits, and she tapped the part where she’d typedPlease and thank you.
“Do you think being polite is going to get you your way?”
Without hesitation, she nodded.
This tiny menace actually believed she could negotiate with me. And, she wasn’t exactly wrong.
“Fine,” I muttered. “One sip. But don’t get used to it.”
Violet gave me a small smile and grabbed the glass before taking the world’s most dramatic sip and putting the cup down with a dainty tap. She then beckoned me closer with one finger.
I humored her, and she rewarded me with a kiss on the cheek.
It was barely a brush of her lips, but I felt iteverywhere.
My hands bracketed her thighs on the counter, holding me steady while my brain short-circuited. Her smile brightened, and she grabbed the phone before reminding me that she wanted her toast and honey, and now she wanted fruit too.
And, she was going to get whatever she wanted, and maybe that was her plan all along. I didn’t really mind either way.
Violet was a little sweetheart, which meant I had nothing to lose by just giving her what she wanted.
Chapter 6
Serena
Six weeks.
That’s how long it’d been since we rescued Violet and helped her through her heat. That’s how long it took her to integrate into the pack. And while things weren’t quite normal—and likely never would be again—they wereours.
And that was fine, because having two omegas was fucking awesome.
Especially because Violet was apparently a repressed nymphomaniac, and thanks to our bond, Skye felt it too.
Vinny kept her far enough away to stop her bad thoughts from infecting Skye’s head, but needs were something else entirely, and I swore to God, if that girl didn’t get cracked morning, noon, and night, she’d die.
