Page 87 of Trick Knot Treat

Oh, god.

I whine, and his eyes snap up; he doesn’t stop eating, though. He just winks at me, and I let out a low moan.

He finishes in seven minutes, lets out a massive burp and pats his belly. “What’s for dessert?”

Um, me, Mr Alpha, me, please.

“You said that out loud,” Zaire whispers.

I close my eyes. Mortified. But when I look for Felix, he looks worse than I do. Jace leans against him, whispering in his ear. Felix’s chest heaves up and down. His eyes are almost black but fixed on Clint.

I slap my hands to my face, covering my eyes.

“What are you doing?” Clint asks.

“If I can’t see you, then I can’t be embarrassed.”

“Okay, sure. But let’s get behind closed doors, and then I will show you and Lix how good I can eat. There’s always room for dessert.”

I gasp, and Zaire has to grab me when my knees collapse.

“Did you hear that?” I whimper.

“I did. He’s got no class, and he lacks the finer skills in life,” Jace mutters crossly. “Stop it. Not here.”

“I don’t need to do it better to do a mind-blowing job.”

I whimper.

“You do remember this is all going on social media, and people will see it. If we could kindly stop talking about eating your omegas, the PG audience would be grateful.”

“Fine, what about hide the sausage?”

“Suck the lollipop,” Jace suggests.

“Ooh, good one,” Clint winks at me, and I think I might just die.

“Make him stop doing that,” I whisper to someone, anyone.

Sofia stares at them with a bland expression. “We all liked you better when you weren’t talking.”

“We liked you better when you remembered how to have fun!” Clint shoots back. “You’re all old and fuddy duddy now.”

“FUDDY DUDDY?” Sofia inhales, inflating herself as her expression turns dark. “I still know how to have fun.”

“Suuure.”

I nudge Felix.

“It’s all right, Sofia, we all know that having a pack has turned you into a responsible adult,” Jace says, joining in the goading.

I gape at them; it’s like a volleyball match, and Sofia has no chance.

“I am not!”

I snicker.

“Go away.”