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I kissed her lips. “We are going to talk and fuck later. As much as we want. But first, we must go down for dinner.”
“Dinner? I don’t want vegetables. And what alpha would rather eat vegetables than knot their omega?”
Pax’s smirk caught my attention.
“What a needy omega…” he chuckled. “Your heat will start soon. And we are going to rut you through it. My bite is going right next to Jack’s. How does that sound?”
“Yes, now.” Her scent. Sweet goddess! “Why do I need to go to dinner?”
“Because you need your strength for your heat.”
“I’m fat. I’m going to be just fine.”
“Fat?” I frowned.
“Is there something wrong with fat?” She snapped. “I’m not like Viola or Iris or tiny like Polly. I know it isn’t fashionable… To be big.”
“You are voluptuous. Forget the serpent tempting Eve, it was the other way around. Your curves make an alpha hard.”
“Trix?” Her eyes darted to me. “You are perfect as you are. And we will worship your body. All its curves make our cocks fat with the need to rut you.”
“Oh… Could…” She frowned. “We got sidetracked because of my heat brain. But we need to talk about the future.”
“We are your future.”
“I said I… Oh you are infuriating. There is more to mating than rutting and knots and slick. There are—“
“Things we can discuss later.”
“Let’s go down to dinner.” Pax took the waistcoat and jacket from her arms, dressing her like she was a child.
I opened the door, amused at her indignant expression as Pax marched her out. I caught up and kept pace on her other side.
“What is on the paper, Trix?” I asked. If I’d had any doubts about the content, they disappeared as the heat flooded her cheeks. “Omega…”
She handed it over to Pax.
“Good omega. What a good little Vixen.” Pax smiled. His scent jumped and he handed it to me. I smoothed out the scrap of paper. A mess of lines, some heavy, others so fine I might have missed them if I hadn’t been looking so closely. Three figures emerged, easily identified.
“You drew this a while ago,” I observed. “You certainly didn’t have time to draw it since this afternoon.”
She mumbled something.
“Say that clearly, Trix.”
“I wanted you to know that I’ve been thinking about this for a while!” She shouted.
“Very good. Now. Let’s go down for dinner.”
“But.”
“Food, then knots.”
Instead of going to the drawing room and then the dining room, we were ushered into the breakfast parlour and immediately seated. Pax said something to Trix as he slid back her chair which resulted in two bright spots of colour to bloom on her cheeks. I felt my lips twitch into my first smile since she’d run off.
The only persons who seemed to know what happened were our hosts. Viola kept grinning at us then whispering into Orley’s ear—an odd staging, since he kept having to bend down to hear her. She might be tall for an omega, but Orley still towered over her. But, as the evening progressed and Pax and I refused to speak to any but Trix, the others began to take note. In particular Stimpson, who glared at us from across the table, a fact Pax was quick to note and hiss under his breath threats to turn the slippery alpha into a feast for worms.
“If he says a word… looks at anyone wrong,” his growl drew out one of my own. Not because of Stimpson, but because my mate pressed close, her scent faintly bitter.
