Page 93 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Did he mean that?

The sincerity shining back at her from his green orbs told her all she needed to know.

Her chest ballooned with surprise, affection sneaking in somehow and reflecting in the curl of her lips.

She pulled herself on top of him, straddling his waist, and peered down at the prickly soft alpha.

“Prove it.”

After Emerson ‘proved it’ over and over again with Adra’s help, their next day off passed in a blur.

Lyric had gone on her first date ever, though no one had said it was such. But what else did you call dinner and a cute walk through the park framed by two overprotective alphas?

It was Adra’s and Emerson’s hands she held as the leaves blew past them to dance across the grass. When the chill had gotten to be too much, Adra had happily tucked her under his arm while they talked and teased each other until the hotel was back in sight.

Now, the beeping of her phone was finally waking her up, far too few hours later.

“I blame the both of you,” she murmured, stifling a yawn and shifting on the king-sized mattress.

Lyric might have upgraded them and put it on her own card. She wasn’t spending the entire weekend on the floor. Like she’d told Emerson with a smile, “I might be slumming it with the two of you, but even I have standards.”

His lips had twitched before he realized she was baiting him.

“Slumming it, huh? What do you think about that, Odd?”

Lyric gulped, heat swirling in her stomach before dropping lower at the glance they shared.

“I think she should be more specific about these standards. We wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

They’d spent the next half hour edging her, trading between packing their overnight bags and playing with her until she was ready to scream. Then they’d made her walk on shaky legs to the new room…

Where her world had been rocked over and over again.

“You’re the one who kept asking for more,” Emerson retorted.

Adra snuffled, a snore trailing off as he began to wake up, smacking his lips together.

“Can you blame me?” she returned, and rolled over into his warmth.

“Only if you don’t blame us.”

“Speaking of resting…” Adra began. “Do you always sleep so restlessly?”

Lyric’s cheeks flushed. She vaguely remembered tossing and turning as the night dragged on.

“I’m sorry. It’s the suppressants. They make me a light sleeper.”

Adra’s lips turned down. “They do? Is that the only side effect?”

With a shrug, she shuffled beneath him. “Yeah, basically.”

“Basically? What else is there?” Emerson inquired.

“It’s no big deal, they just make me a little head and body-achy sometimes. Nothing major.”

Emerson frowned, one to rival Adra’s. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“It’s okay, really. I have other medicine to help it. It’s fine.”