Page 88 of Knot Their Starlet

I cling to him once more.

“You never answered my question,” I murmur. “Will you—will you really be okay if it takes me a long time to find alphas I feel safe around?”

He offers me another one of his soft smiles.

“If I get to do stuff like this,” he says, gesturing to the hot pot and nodding back down at me, “it isn’t really what I’d call waiting around.”

“Do you do this often?” I let out a soft huff of laughter, my own lips quirking up into a smile. “Woo girls with pretty words and hot pot?”

“No,” he chuckles.

“I must be lucky then,” I hum, reaching out and dipping a piece of meat in the spicy broth for him. He waits patiently before I feed him the bite.

It gives me an excuse to stare intently at his face, watching the hard planes of his jaw move with every bite.

“How exactly will this work?”

“If you need me, or even if you just want me, I’ll be there. Whatever you need. Cuddles, kisses, more.”

My mind instantly locks onto the more. It’s been a while since anything more has been remotely good.

I’m sure lots of other relationships get the way Ezra and mine got five years in. The sex was quick and perfunctory and purely to get each other off. And even then, he never put in the effort to get me there half the time. I was usually the one to finish myself off.

It didn’t help that he wasn’t the most attentive alpha during my heats, meaning I never really wanted to go off my suppressants any more than strictly necessary to keep myself healthy, which was once a year.

Would my heat be different if there were more people there to tend to me?

Leo’s one of the most attentive people I’ve ever met. Would that sort of attitude transfer to the bedroom?

“You’re thinking an awful lot in there,” Leo murmurs, his voice pitched low. A shiver runs down my spine from his breath against the shell of my ear.

“You can tell?” I gasp, my fist clenching into the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, gently running his thumb between my brows. “It’s written across your face. It’s cute.”

I swear, I can feel my ears turning pink right now. I’m blushing so hard.

“Okay,” I say, clearing my throat. “So basically, you’re at my beck and call.”

My mouth goes dry as my mind immediately jumps to Beck. Will he be okay with this?

“At your service,” he says with a grin.

“We should... we should keep things between us for now. I don’t want to jeopardize things for Beck and the contract.”

“That makes sense.”

“Do you think he’ll be upset? If he hears about us?”

“Not at all,” Leo says with a shake of his head. “That’s not something you’ve got to worry about. I promise.”

“Okay,” I whisper, my gaze dropping down to his lips.

He cradles the back of my neck, his thumb angling my jaw upwards before he leans down and kisses me again.

It’s just as good as the first time.

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