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“You should be…” he murmurs and sits up, leaning towards me and putting his arm over my shoulder. His nose drops to my hair and inhales deeply. The hairs all over my body stand on end, and I get this shivery, light feeling that stops me from breathing deeply and locks me in place, frozen between shoving him away and struggling out of his hold. Except I’m not scared…I just like it a lot. And I don’t want to.
“What are you doing?” I sound breathless.
“Testing how fucking awful this is going to be,” He murmurs and presses even closer.
“Touching me is awful?” I ask with an arched brow, desperately trying to pull back from the sensual cliff he’s trying to push me over.
He nods his head slowly. “Fucking disgusting. I might need a shower.”
I snort, and his eyes lift to mine. I see the dancing laughter in his gaze. “Lukas,” I murmur and lift a hand to his cheek. I lean in and smile when his pupils widen. “I think I might throw up in your pretty car if you keep your hands on me.”
“Sacrifices must be made.” His lips brush my cheek, and then he sits up, moving back into his corner of the car.
“Enough.” Darion growls out, and I snap out of my daze. “Come on, princess, you’re with us this morning.” There is nothing nice about the way Darion calls me princess.
“Uh, no. I have things to do,” I protest.
“Not today, you don’t.” Darion looks at his watch. “We’re busy all day.”
“I have to…” I look around, trying to come up with an idea, any idea, “do stuff.”
Darion slams the car to a stop and twists around in the seat. “You just signed a contract, did you not?”
I jerk my head in a nod. I’m not afraid, but he is intense.
“Sit back, be quiet, and get used to the idea of spending today with us.” Darion turns around and maneuvers the car back into traffic.
Seb’s hair is this deep gold colour, and the beard he’s sporting makes him look rough. A viking or a lumberjack. As opposed to Darion’s near perfect image, and Lukas’ alternative, in your face style.
I take this moment to really notice them.
Darion’s hair is dark brown, almost black, but when the light hits his hair, it turns this warm colour that is intriguing.
“What was that sigh?” Darion asks. “Another complaint?”
“You have hair the same colour as my pet cat, and I was thinking I’m glad she died before we fell into ruin. I’m sure my mother would have considered eating her.”
Darion blinks. His mouth opens and closes twice before he shakes his head and turns up the music.
Seb’s scent is almost overpowering in the enclosed space. And my mouth waters until I wind the window down a bit. I’ve always known I loved that scent, but today, the scent of rain and heat reminds me of growing up, of being safe, better days. It lulls me into a false sense of security.
I shift my weight and glance out the window.
Did I take my suppressant yesterday? I frantically think back until I remember taking it. My relief is short-lived because I can smell raspberries and vanilla in the space. I wind the window down even further.
“Where are we going?” I ask to distract them.
Seb studies me in silence and nods his head towards the giant mall we are approaching. “You need clothes and things.”
My cheeks redden, and I slump down in the seat. “I do not need your charity.”
“You’re our omega, and you need to dress the part. Consider it a uniform.” Darion says in a bored voice.
“What's wrong with my clothes?” I snap.
“You look hot as fuck, sweets, but not up to scratch. It’s a minor upgrade.” Lukas says with dancing eyes.
But my mind’s gone because he said I was hot as fuck and called me sweets, and now I just want to climb across the seat and curl up on his lap. What. The. Fuck?
