Page 154 of Sweetheart: Part Two


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“I have plans,” she said.

“And those would be?”

“Do you want me, Ebony?” she asked.

“You know the answer to that.”

“I want to hear you say it.” She’d changed. She was more confident around me than she had been before. That made me feel good. A little burst of pride in my chest, because it was a claim of a sort, too.

I could feed that.

I wantedmoreof that. “I want you,” I told her.

“And what would you do to make that happen?” she asked.

I cocked my head, examining her and unable to dispel a rush of hope.

Wouldshe let me?

“What would you like me to do?” I asked. This wasn’t coming for free, I could see that by the twinkling mischief in her eyes, but she didn’t know how much I would be willing to give if it meant I could take her on my bed like this.

She was fucking mine.

It grated every day that I couldn’t bite her. And even in this, the rules were different. I couldn’t, like I did with most things in life, take what I wanted without asking. There would be nothing left of what we had. And it would hurt her.

I couldn’t hurt her.

It was a new set of rules that were slowly—awkwardly—twisting into existence for me. It was of the same flavour as what I had with my pack, but so much more intense.

Vex slipped to the edge of the bed, so her legs were dangling on either side of mine. She looked up at me with those beautiful golden eyes, a half smile still curving plush lips that were now tantalisingly close to my crotch.

“I want to see you on your knees like I was for your brother.”

VEX

I didn’tbelieveit was going to work, but it felt… fun. And I wanted to see what would happen.

Ebony’s jaw clenched as he gazed down at me.

He was a specimen, dusky skin and rippling muscle vanishing into white sweatpants.Who could even pull off white sweatpants?

Fuck me.

He was the type of man who just… gave off power no matter what he did, it had been that way since the first moment I’d met him.

And so my mouth went dry with shock as he sank to his knees before me. Perfect and statuesque, he placed his palms on his lap and dropped his gaze just like I had.

“Is that what you want from me, Little Omega?” The sultry husk to his voice set my hairs on end as I picked my jaw up off the floor.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to hide my spiking arousal that I knew he’d catch in my scent. Instead, I got to my feet and did a repeat of what I’d done the first time I was in his room.

Ebony needed clear communication and boundaries. Give him that, and there was nothing for me to worry about. And creating a complete mess of his room—that was the first step of the message I was about to send.

When I was done, and his room was a tip, I sank back down onto the bed beside him. Then I lifted my phone and shot off a few texts to Rook.

Me: Come and fuck me in Ebony’s room.

There was a pause.

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