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“All right?” Arlo asks, his voice taking on a thick, husky quality. His thumbs move over my skin, and I shiver despite myself. Maybe that heat spike isn’t as gone as I had hoped.
“I’m all right,” I reply, my voice hoarser than it should be. I swallow hard, blinking up at him, and notice that his forehead looks beaded with sweat. “Areyou?” I reach up and touch his forehead in concern, finding him warm to the touch. “Arlo, are you going through a heat spike?”
“Haven,” he groans, leaning closer. His scent is almost overwhelming, and I let out a little whimper as I press against him. He shudders, and I can feel the heat coming off of him in waves. My mouth goes dry, my body responding to him as he grips me tighter.
Just then, Reese’s door opens and slams behind him. Reese’s gaze flicks over me and Arlo before narrowing as he sees Arlo’s arms around me. “Guess you’re hoping to get fired, huh?” he asks hoarsely.
Arlo lets out a very alpha-like growl as he lets me go. He staggers away, his face looking pale and sweaty.
I clasp my hands in front of myself and bite my lip. This is… well, it’s not exactly awkward. More like tense. There’s tension between Arlo and Reese, but also between me and Reese, and me and Arlo. It’s just tension for days in this fucking place.
The alarm sounds, telling us we have one minute before everything is going to start.
I clear my throat and ask, “So, what do we want to do tonight?”
Chapter Eight
~Reese~
I hesitate. I have no idea what we should do. If we start tonight with Haven in my lap, I won’t make it through the whole night without taking her into the bedroom, and I’m not sure she knows what she’s getting into if she lets me fuck her. Does she understand who I am, really?WhatI am? I doubt it. She doesn’t seem like the type to interact with a lot of rough-sex ferals. Her boyfriend was probably a well-meaning beta with a store-bought knot he could put around his cock when she needed it.
The idea of Haven being fucked by some stranger makes something hot and possessive rise in my chest, and I have to bite back a growl.
“Cards?” Haven asks hopefully.
“Sure,” I say, turning my head to look at Arlo, who has taken his place behind the camera.
I realize with no small amount of alarm that he looks sick. He’s curled over his stomach, his skin looks pale except for the bright red flush of his cheeks, and I’m pretty sure he’s sweating.
“Don’t look at the camera,” he says tiredly.
“I wasn’t,” I snap. “I was looking at you. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
Haven gives him a sympathetic look, which makes me even more suspicious. “Do you know what’s going on with him?” I ask.
Haven bites that beautiful bottom lip, and shakes her head ever so slightly.
The alarm sounds, and now we’re on-air.
“Cards, right?” Haven asks. She rounds the back of the couch and goes to the coffee table, pulling out a deck of cards. She settles herself on the couch, and pats the seat beside her. Her dress falls low over her chest, and the porcelain globes tempt me.
I narrow my eyes, moving toward her like a predator on the prowl. She notices. Her back straightens immediately, her eyes shining with arousal. Her scent grows even stronger as I stalk toward her. She blinks those big blue eyes at me, arching her back in a way that makes me want to…fuck.
“Haven,” I growl in a low rumble, as I sit down beside her.
“Yes, alpha?” she breathes.
I’m surprised to find that it bothers me, her calling me alpha. I’m reminded of every beta prison guard who panted ‘Alpha,’as I fucked them raw. I don’t want that with Haven; I don’t want her to see me that way. I want her to see me as a person, as a man worthy of desire, not a fuck toy she’ll use to take the edge off her heat. Even if that is all that I really am.
“Don’t call me alpha,” I snarl.
Her expression turns to confusion for a moment, and then I see hurt spark behind her eyes. Fuck. I should have thought this through. Why would she understand? To her, it probably sounds like I’m telling her I don’t want to beheralpha, which is far from the truth.
She recovers quickly, though, straightening her back and looking me in the eye. “What should I call you then?” she asks tartly. “Daddy?”
The room shifts. My muscles freeze. Haven seems unaware of what she’s playing at, and I wonder if she can appreciate the danger she’s in. If there was any chance she was going to get out of this house without me rutting on her like an animal, it’s gone now.
