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“Really really.”
Guess we’ve all been doing our fair share of ostrich-ing and avoiding the last few weeks.
Jonah lifts my ankles off his lap and rises from the couch. “And there’s only one way to find out, Willa.” He crosses the room, dragging one of the island stools with him, sets it back where it belongs, and sits facing us. “Go on,” he says, miming unzipping a jacket. “Get busy. I’ll be right here if you need grounding.”
I’m about to object when Rafe presses a finger to my lips. “It’s the only way to know for sure, Will. It’ll put all our minds at ease.”
I give him a little nod, and Rafe’s eyes go feral with fiery desire.
For me.
And even though it’s been weeks of my stupid head getting in the way, that fiery looks still makes me absolutely crazy.
Chapter7
Just Omega Things
Rafe cups my cheek,holding me still as his gaze devours every square inch of my face.
“You’re—you’re OK with Jonah just watching?” I mumble as a last ditch effort to get out of this, which is so fucking stupid because Idowant to fuck my mates.
But Idon’twant that sadistic genie to give me deer instead of dollars. Frustration instead of release.
Dildos instead of dicks.
Rafe shrugs, his hand traveling from my cheek to my throat. I swallow against the light pressure, keenly aware that his hand stretches the full circumference of my neck. Just one squeeze and Rafe could break me.
He wouldn’t.
But he could.
He lets out a long sigh, green eyes growing darker. “Willa, I’d fuck you in front of the whole pack if it came down to it.”
I cast a quick glance to Jonah, who gives me an encouraging thumbs up, right before he mashes his fingertips together and sways his hands back and forth like they’re making out.
He adds a few wet kissing noises for extra effect.
Rafe glances over me to glare at Jonah. “No commentary needed, Captain Pubes, or you can wait outside.”
I can’t help but smile as Jonah winks at me, but Rafe’s hands move down my body to my hips, pressing in greedily as he lifts me up and turns me until I face him. Our eyes lock as Rafe digs his fingers into the curve of my hip until I suck in a sharp gasp.
Now he’s the one smiling.
Not just any smile, though. This is the same slight upward quirk as when he tells me to come for him.
The moment I make that connection, my cheeks and ears go hot and my pulse quickens, thumping like big, tribal drums in my ears.
“There you are, lovely.” Rafe tucks an errant lock of hair behind my ear, and my middle goes wiggly with butterflies and the promise of a good rut. I lower my gaze, intentionally focusing on the blooming sensations within me and not on everything that might go wrong.
“Willa?”
I lift my gaze, meeting Rafe’s. “Hm?”
“Do you want this?”
I nod.
“I need you to say it, Will.”
