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We obviously allneed showers before we go down for dinner. But somewhere between shower number one and the post-fucking-my-brains-loose shower, all our suitcases appeared in the living space.
Sheesh, I hope somehow someone had magicked the bags into the suite. No one who wasn’t a part of it needed to hear or see what went down here.
Don’t get me wrong, I plan on getting railed like that as often as possible…
But it makes me extremely self-conscious to think that someone might have been here while it was happening.
Yes, I know it’s stupid. Sex shouldn’t embarrass me. I’m a Pack Alpha’s omega, for crying out loud.
But my brain is stupid sometimes. It convinced me the reason I couldn’t be with Rafe was because I didn’t deserve to be a real omega, so I mean, this really isn’t such a stretch.
We’d done really debauched things in a stranger’s guest suite. Likereallykinky shit.
Jonah and Rafe showered before me—I noodled for quite sometime afterward—and now as the thick foamy suds rinse down my torso, I can’t help but get in my head about what just happened.
What if, despite the sprawling space, we were loud enough for others to hear? Like, through the ventilation ducts or with vampire super-hearing.
I don’t know if vampires have super hearing, but I’m intent on spiraling so, logic doesn’t really play into it.
What if we offended them?
What if they can smell us? I’m quite fond of our mingled scents—caramel, coffee, and woodsy sweetness—but what if they can smell our heightened pheromones and are as disgusted by us as I had been by their death scent?
“You doing alright in there, Will?” Rafe asks through the door.
Nope. “Yeah. I’ll be out in a sec.”
“OK. Hurry, though, or we’ll be late for dinner.”
Yeah. I also couldn’t wrap my head around eating vampire food. What did dead things know about cooking?
Basically, I’m not looking forward to any of this.
Which is exactly the opposite of how I pictured this. I thought Rafe would be the uncomfortable one and Jonah and I would have to drag him along.
Turns out, I’m the drama this time.
But I dry off, get dressed, and put my “mate of the Pack Alpha” hat back on. It’s a new thing, being able to slip into this role to hide how uneasy I feel, but I’m taking full advantage of it.
I get in a few deep breaths before the three of us head down.
Rory meets us at the bottom of the stairs, and I can’t help but search his face for signs that he’d heard or seen or scented what we’d been doing. His expression gives nothing away, but that does little to ease my mind. What kind of security guard/butler would he be without a good poker face?
“Change of plans, folks. The Vampire Queen wants tonight’s meal in the courtyard.”
Rafe, Jonah, and I all share a quick glance.
“I’m sure you’ll find the change in setting quite pleasing,” he says and leads the way.
We walk through the infinite hallways for an annoyingly long time, and I get more and more nervous before Rory finally announces our arrival.
“Just through those doors,” he says, pointing to a set of double French doors that leads outside.
Rafe opens both doors and the three of us go through together, arm-in-arm-in-arm.
Holy moly, Rory wasn’t kidding.
