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“Because it will.” Rune bellows from the kitchen. “Get in here.”
“Fun.” Kylian sighs. “I’m not so sure about that.”
Cian grabs Kylian by one arm and hauls him in but smiles shyly at me. “Come on, I have an apron I can tie for you if you want.”
I take my time crossing over to him, still wary of alphas, though it’s getting hard to stay so when this one is smiling sweetly at me. “You don’t have to do that.”
“No,” he says softly, “I don’t. But I want to. I most definitely want to.”
I trail him into the kitchen. He backs up each step I take, making it even easier to approach because he reads my caution and he’s giving me the space I need.
And then I’m in the kitchen, taking in the spacious room with just about every kitchen equipment a person could dream of. Rune is gathering ingredients from a massive, double stainless-steel refrigerator and placing them on a white marble island. Kylian is leaning against a counter, watching me. And Cian—
“Everleigh?”
I glance to my right. A white apron dangles from two of Cian’s fingers.
“Turn around,” he softly orders.
What is it with these alphas giving me soft orders that make me eager to respond when Lawrence had to bark at me and even then a part of me wanted to rebel?
It’s not the omega in me that wants to obey Cian. It’s the woman.
I turn.
Cian takes his time approaching.
His breath is hot on the nape of my neck as he steps up behind me and brushes my hair over my shoulder. He slips the apron over my head, grips the strings, and pulls them together.
It’s an apron. All he’s doing is tying an apron around my waist. There is nothing inherently arousing in such a boring action.
And yet…
My breath catches when the cotton pulls on my breasts, the material rubbing over my nipples. Maybe Cian’s citrus and sweet licorice scent that I’m sucking into my lungs like I need it to exist might have something to do with my arousal flaring to life.
“Too tight?” Cian whispers into my ear.
My eyes snag on Kylian’s focused steel-gray stare. He’s still leaning on the counter, arms folded, interest stirring in his gaze.
I shake my head as I fumble to find my words.
Cian tugs a little more. “You sure?”
His voice is surprisingly husky for a guy tying an apron.
I finally locate the words I was hunting for before. “It’s fine. Thank you.”
Kylian’s eyes flash.
Good boy. Say it.
He’s thinking it. And now, so am I.
“If you’ve finished tying the same apron string five times, can you let Everleigh go so we can start cooking?” Rune drawls from the counter, impatience stamped across his face.
Five times?
I peer over my shoulder at Cian.
