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I spin around, my grin still firmly in place, and plant my ass between Seraphina’s thick, inviting thighs right there on the floor. The dean may be rolling her eyes at my antics, but I couldn’t care less right now. It’s as if it’s a holiday morning, and I’m a child giddy with excitement.
“According to Devlin, you are a scent match,” the dean says, her hands folded on the enormous table before her, which seems to dwarf her. “Because of this, I can’t assign you any bodyguards other than these two numbskulls.”
“I knew I liked you.” I wag my finger playfully at the dean, my charm on full display and my carefree attitude firmly in place.
Ignoring my antics, the dean continues, “Not only that, but Devlin spiked your preheat. It’s out of my hands.” She raises her hands in the air, clearly exasperated. “According to omega law?—”
“Fuck omega law,” Seraphina interrupts, her tone fiery, and she sits up straight, her legs tensing around me in a way that makes my heart race.
Ah, perfection.
Max, our loyal guardian, hides another smile, and I can’t help but appreciate his patience and support.
“Seraphina,” the dean scolds, unimpressed by her outburst, “that is not omega-like.”
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” she argues, her frustration evident. Even her little nose turns red. “I just need…” She looks around the room, a thoughtful frown on her perfect, flushed face. “I don’t know, a gun maybe?”
Oh, she is just adorable.
She slaps her hands on her thighs and stands, the movement graceful and confident. I don’t think she even realizes it, but I can scent her arousal, and oh man… I can barely contain my enthusiasm as she swings a leg over my head without skipping a beat.
She smells like lunch.
“That,” she announces to the entire room, her voice commanding attention, “is exactly what I need.” Spinning around, she slaps her palms on the top of the dean’s desk, and the dean simply blinks at her, seemingly unfazed, as though she has dealt with Seraphina’s outbursts on more than one occasion.
“Sugarplum.” Max steps closer to her, attempting to soothe her with a term of endearment.
Seraphina wags a finger in his face, her fiery spirit refusing to be tamed. “Don’t you sugarplum me.”
I look over my shoulder at Ashton and mouth, “Sugarplum?” He raises an eyebrow in response. I guess it’s no better than molasses munchkin.
“I’m just saying,before you jump into needing a gun,” Max continues, gently grabbing her wrists and placing a soft kiss on each inner wrist, immediately disarming Seraphina, “let the twins shadow you.”
I can hear her teeth grinding from here, and I can’t help but anticipate the adventure that awaits us all.
“We will keep Avery in line,” Devlin assures Seraphina. Still, instead of calming her, it elicits a soft whimper. The sound islike a seductive melody, sending a jolt of desire through me. My gods, it’s the sexiest little sound I’ve ever heard, and it makes my body react in ways I can’t control. My heart quickens, and my senses sharpen, focused on the captivating omega before us.
“No,” she protests, turning to Devlin, who takes a cautious step closer. “No.” She jumps behind the dean’s imposing figure, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. I can’t help but think this is going swimmingly. “You smell.”
Devlin rolls his lips into his mouth to stifle a laugh at her playful insult, then slides a hand down his face, likely to hide his amusement.
“What will it take to get you out of this room?” Ashton asks, holding his hands up as he steps to my right, attempting to diffuse the situation.
I watch as Seraphina’s face wrinkles up in thought. “Chicken nuggets.”
I can’t contain my laughter, and it bursts out of me, a full-on belly laugh that nearly startles every single one of us. “That’s all?” Tears stream down my face as I wipe them away. I push off the floor to stand before the dean and, more importantly, my mate. “Baby, you can have all the chicken nuggets you want if you’ll let me take you home right now.”
She eyes me with suspicion, her little nose wrinkling up. “Wait, you will take me home?” Her face falls at that, and I can see the disappointment in her eyes.
She really thought we’d just pick her up and whisk her away? Never. “Yep, I even got cat treats.” All she ever talked about was how she was going to adopt all the cats she could and give them fish names. She found it hilarious.
“You got cat treats?” She’s on the verge of tears now, and Max shoots me a warning glare.
Panicked, I try to appease her. “I got a cat tower too.”
Sobs burst out of my tiny, curvy woman, and before I know it, she rushes toward me so hard that I barely have time to plant my feet and catch her. Her nose burrows into my neck, and one leg wraps around mine. Fuck, she smells like sugar just before it caramelizes, and she’s marking me.
I want to say,Mark me up, baby, but I restrain myself. Instead, I kiss her forehead gently. “Did you find Tuna?”
