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Reese blows out a breath. “It’s all right,” he says quietly. “Just lie here with me for a while.”
We lie together in silence for ten or fifteen minutes. His breathing is calm and even, as if being inside of me is nothing to get worked up about.
Meanwhile, my thoughts are all over the place. They jump from giddy happiness to be this close to Reese, to anger at what happened to him, to sadness that I was part of it, to guilt.
Finally, with a sigh, Reese pulls free. There’s a juicy sound as his cock comes out of me. Then without a word, he gets out of the bed, zips his jeans, and leaves.
Chapter Twelve
~Reese~
What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I’ve spent the last ten years thinking Arlo betrayed me. But his version of the story… it makes way more sense. Of course he would protect his brother. Raleigh had been all he had in the world. His mother was a mess, an addict and a victim of her own pack. And his father… well, we didn’t even know which pack member had actually sired him, and no one was ever interested in stepping up into that role. The Cassa family had been terrible from the start. I’m guessing things didn’t get better after Raleigh died.
I storm into my room, intending to take a shower, but before I can, the five-minute-warning alarm rings, signaling that we’re about to go on air. Good fucking thing I got out of Arlo’s room before the cameras turned on. That would have made for great tv, the prison-trade alpha sneaking out of the cameraman’s room. It would probably also mean we were both fired.
I groan as I throw the door to my room open again, and then startle to find Haven standing in front of me, her hand raised as if she planned to knock on my door.
“Oh,” she says, her cheeks blushing beautifully. I grit my teeth against the urge to fuck her up against the wall.
She’s wearing a light pink skirt that I can tell will swish around her hips as she moves. She’s paired it with a black tee-shirt with a scoop neck that highlights those gorgeous tits, and that same black choker decorates her throat.
All it would take would be one rough yank to pull that shirt over her head. I could pull down her bra, and those beauties would be revealed to me, ready to be palmed, teased, sucked, and satisfied. I’d leave the choker on.
I let my eyes wander down over the rest of her. She’s barefoot, which for some reason turns me on more than anything else. It makes her seem ethereal; like she wandered into my world from a dream. Her toenails are painted light pink.
I can tell the moment she smells Arlo on me. Her eyes go wide, and her whole body flushes. I expect her expression to twist into disgust, or at the very least confusion, but instead her pupils dilate, her breath coming in little pants.
She’s fucking turned on.
In my peripheral vision, I can see Arlo moving to his camera in the corner. Between Haven and Arlo, the smell in the room is like taking a sip of lemonade on the shore of a rocky cliff during a lightning storm. Sweet and comforting, dangerous and wild, combined to create the most delicious fucking smell I could ever have imagined.
“Hello,” he says without looking up at me. His cheeks are as pink as Haven’s, and I’m on the edge of rutting them both until they beg for mercy. He holds up his phone. “Derek just texted.”
“He pissed that I punched you?”
Arlo cracks a smile that makes my heart ache. He looks just like his younger self when he does that. Makes me want to lean in and kiss him tenderly. I shake the thought away. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Nah, he was happy for the entertainment. He wanted us to know that there’s a pack arriving soon to meet Haven.”
“Oh,” Haven says, sucking in a breath. “First one.”
“You nervous?” I ask.
“A little,” she says with a shrug. “But… failure flats and all, I’m assuming they know I’m not the pick of the litter.”
I growl and step closer to her. “You are a beautiful woman, Haven.”
“It’s not that — I like myself well enough,” she says with a dismissive gesture. “But for an omega? I’m no one’s first choice. So yeah, I’m a little nervous.” The one-minute-warning goes off. Her expression turns vulnerable. “Are you… sticking around?” she asks.
“Do you want me to?” I can’t keep the raw tone out of my voice.
“Always good to have moral support.”
“Then I’ll stay. I’ll even open the door when they get here.”
“Maybe that’s not the best idea,” Haven says quickly.
I grin at her. “What’s the matter? Feral alpha like me gonna cramp your style?”
