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“I know how to fucking prepare a meal. I don’t need your damn tips.” I crack my knuckles and move past him, getting into his face while I do so. “Also, tell Arsenio that if he doesn’t fix my damn room, I will fuck up his belongings.”
“Damn. What did I miss? You gotta stop giving me shit to do. He’s fucking being his suave self. He didn’t say anything, but I could smell her lust all over him.” Enzo flares his nostrils. “Drives me nuts.”
He’s not wrong. It wasn’t just her lust on him either. I could smell her slick from a mile away. It’s all over the damn cushions still, too. Maybe that’s another reason why I couldn’t sleep. My damn hard-on won’t chill out. I hate how much I want what Arsenio already managed to get. But I’d be setting a terrible example. We can’t do this. It would be unfair to all of us to even consider Kinsey as a prospect.
“Get used to it. I couldn’t get anyone to deal me suppressants. They think I want to set them up with one of the Pack Regimes.” I smack my brother on his cheek. “Maybe you can try, Enzo. Your reputation precedes you.”
Enzo growls at me and slams his palm into my chest, smashing my back to the doorframe. Should I have left my scent on him? No. But I can’t help it. I want Kinsey to know that we’re a pack, and I’m our leader despite the three of us being manifested into the order of the alphas.
Enzo goes for my gut next, and I trip him and lunge over him, jogging toward the elevator that’ll take me to the kitchen. We haven’t stocked up Kinsey’s fridge yet, and Enzo would probably clear it out anyway, because he uses food as a damn excuse to visit her.
Chef Bronson has a tray prepared when I enter the kitchen, knowing that I like to eat in my room, but I’m a shitty cook. I look over the meal and nod my head. “Do you have any muffins? Some fruit?” I never ask for anything like this, and the chef furrows his brows quizzically before strolling to the glass cabinet with several different pastries already made.
“You must be in a good mood, Prince Wilder. Why don’t you try one of my chocolate croissants too?” The chef wraps the pastries in paper and sets them on the tray. He quickly adds cut-up fruit to a bowl and plops it on. “Anything else I can do for you, your majesty?”
I shake my head. “This will do. Thank you.”
I don’t wait for him to respond. Striding through the swinging door, I climb the stairs, feeling as if I need to burn some energy before I reach Kinsey. What is up with me? Everything is bound to catch up with me, but all I can think about is getting to her room before she opens her eyes. I know if I don’t make it and have to knock, she might ignore me and not let me in. If I come bearing breakfast, she might at least hesitate before attacking. Though I wouldn’t resist her if she chooses to use her mouth as a weapon.
I thrash my head, knocking the thoughts out of my mind. I need to keep my shit together. She really got to me, and she barely even did anything. Fucking Arsenio set me up. He’s lucky he’s currently hiding like the coward he is, knowing well enough that I’ll prove my strength and knock him down a notch.
I stand in front of Holly’s old room, glad that Kinsey stays here now. It helps get me in control, because it’s easier to kill a boner with the lingering scent of my sister. If the others wouldn’t resist the thought, I’d keep the two of them in a room together. That would really cement anything from happening.
But there’s only so much I can do. I don’t want to push away my brothers because of this, so I just need to be careful. Staying strong together ensures our plan will work.
I heave a breath and quietly knock my knuckles to the door. If she complains about me intruding, I’ll just bring up surveillance from the hallway. We have cameras hiding everywhere outside of our personal spaces, though I’m pretty damn sure I might put one in my room to catch my brothers or Kinsey fucking with my things to throw in their faces. We’re the only ones with access to the security feeds, so I could get away with it.
I sneak my way into the suite, trying to be as quiet as possible as I click the door closed. Damn. I don’t know if Kinsey purposefully touched every damn surface in this room or what, but Holly’s scent has vanished completely. It’s only on the door.
My dick hardens as I spot Kinsey fast asleep in the middle of the queen bed. She rolled herself in the blankets, turning into a burrito that I just want to unwrap and devour. It’s almost as good as ripping off her clothes, seeing her exposed and bare.
Goddamn it, Wilder. Get your mind in order. You can’t think this way.
I growl with the thought and step forward, tightening my fingers on the tray. I should wake her. I mean, I really fucking need to wake her up, but there’s something about the quiet comfort of her dreaming and not trying to bust my balls that gets to me in a good way. I imagine what it would be like to lay beside her, enveloping her in my arms, just feeling the heat of her body, the fragrance of her hair, listening to her soft breathing, and her heart beating.
And then I see it. She stole one of my favorite fucking pillows. It’s not in her bed, but she tucked it in the corner of the room beneath the desk with what I’m nearly certain is one of Enzo’s shirts. It was the one she was wearing on her first night here.
She’s really going to make it hard on me.
I stride toward the corner of the suite, my eyes locked on my pillow, but I don’t notice the decorative pillows she tossed on the floor beside the bed. I stumble, yelling out. I hold the tray of food for dear life, flipping and managing to keep it from spilling on the floor. I hit my back hard and growl.
Kinsey screams, her voice ringing through the air. “What the fuck! What the actual fuck! Why are you here?” She scrambles from her bed, showing off the fact that she only wears a T-shirt and panties, the lacy thong showing off her perfectly smooth ass. And now I can’t stop looking. She is so damn sexy without even trying. Her bedhead makes me want to grab her hair and bend her over. I can imagine her pouty mouth bobbing over my cock. And her scent? God, I want to bury my face between her thighs and taste her sweet slick. My muscles ripple thinking about it. My cock throbs.
I don’t even have a chance to prepare myself before she grabs one of the decorative pillows and smacks me in the face a couple of times.
“You asshole! You scared me. What the hell are you doing in my room?” She pauses and meets my gaze, standing over me. Her tits keep the shirt away from her stomach, showing off the underside of them, the perfect shape to bury my face between.
I grab the pillow from her and push up on one hand, shaking the tray with the other. “I brought you breakfast, brat. Instead of attacking me, why don’t you take your damn food? I knocked. It’s not my fault if you didn’t hear it.” I narrow my eyes at her, wishing she wouldn’t step away, stealing the incredible view before me.
She taps me with her foot a lot more gently than I expect. “You’re full of shit. Where are your brothers? You shouldn’t be the one here.”
I can’t stop the wicked smile from crossing my face. The others were too damn chickenshit to tell her how we all agreed to split up her week. Maybe that’ll give me an advantage, because I know I’m on her shit list, where I must remain. It’s the only way to handle the situation. She needs to hate me, so she doesn’t come on to me. My resistance is pulled tight and being tested constantly.
“They didn’t tell you? Of course, they didn’t. The fucking cowards. We’ve divided your week into shifts. They each took two days, and I have the remaining one. You have them so fucking wrapped around your finger that I need to make sure you remember your place here. You’re in our care only because they’re too nice to do what needs to be done.” The words burn on my tongue, watching her eyes gloss over. I’m a fucking asshole. I know I’m an asshole, but a lot depends on my behavior.
She sets the tray of food down, grabs a pillow, and swings it again, clobbering me upside the head. I stumble in surprise, the force of her anger nearly knocking my head off. And damn, do I like her feistiness.
“Get out! Get out, or I will fucking kick you in your balls. You’re not wanted here. You’re an asshole, and I didn’t agree to any of that. Now get out!” She points at the door, her face reddening.
