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My gaze found Umbra who was pinning us both with beautiful sandstorm eyes.
“Ransom, Umbra, and I,” Dusk murmured, still kissing along my neck. “We would take you out looking like that and show you off to the world—ourShatter Kingsman, and everyone would know the power you have.” He drew back up so his lips were a breath from mine, each word a warm feather. “And then we’d come home and worship you like our queen until the sun rose.”
He inhaled the whine I let out as he kissed me again, insistent for another moment. Then he drew back, catching my lip between his teeth before releasing me.
I was almost breathless as he took me in with those bright yellow eyes that seemed to see everything. That promised to keep wanting me, even when he shouldn't.
I just… didn’t understand. It hadn’t fallen apart yet, and that was the most confusing thing. I was waiting for him to confess that all these moments were a cruel joke.
That moment never came and it was shaking me to my foundation.
I was trying to cling to what I’d known from day one, that he was preying on my most vulnerable need with each praise he offered. But he’d done it so many times that it was starting to become difficult to keep my walls up. To remember that he’d stolen everything from me, and convince myself that I didn’t want him stealing more.
“So…” I tried to compose myself. “The dress is good?”
“The dress is stunning,” he told me. “But if you go to a study session like that, Roxy may think you’re going to propose to her.”
“Oh. Okay.” Right. I guess that wasn’t what I wanted. At least I hadn’t totally fucked up this time. If Dusk had seen the state of me in Omega Studies, he probably wouldn’t have kissed me like that. “I’ll go change?—”
“Here.” He unhooked his black zip-up jacket from beside the door and tossed it to me, then nudged my lace-up boots in my direction. I’d intended to wear thigh-highs.
“But… they don’t match?” It was much more a question than a statement.
“They tone it down. It’ll look cute.”
I stared down at the jacket with narrowed eyes. I didn’t have anything like it in my nest.
Dammit.
My suspicions were confirmed as I shrugged the midnight opium jacket on and caught the mischievous smirk on his face that might have well have spelled out:and now you smell like me.
The study room Roxy had mentioned was on the first floor of the housing building, so it didn’t take me long to find it. I got there early, then hid around the corner until I saw Roxy enter. Last time I’d been early it hadn’t gone right, so I waited. Roxy was so popular, so it would be better to have one of the other omegas arrive before me so she didn’t think I was obsessed.
It was quiet down this hallway, which seemed dedicated to study or meeting rooms. The walls were made of rustic brick, and the floors were hardwood. There was a faint aroma of flowers from occasional vases, with a subtle hint of coffee coming from the machines in the front lobby.
No one came. Not even when the clock hanging on the brick wall said six o’clock on the dot.
I waited, suddenly anxious about being late. I didn’t want to betoolate.
I glanced back at the clock: thirty-six seconds past.
Still no one.
Damn.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
Better to wait for the others, but I didn’t want her to think I was rude…
Maybe just a bit longer.
At two minutes and forty-nine seconds, I cracked. That was quite enough. I hurried to the door and knocked, then cracked it open.
Inside the private study room was a spacious central wooden desk, illuminated by warm overhead lights. Surrounding the desk were six chairs with fabric upholstery in neutral browns. Roxy sat in one of the chairs, her silky black hair tied up in a high ponytail. She was still wearing her uniform from earlier in the day, which made me more anxious.
“Right on time,” she said, pretty emerald eyes looking up at me from her laptop. I didn’t have one of those, though Dusk had offered. There was a whole lot of learning to be done to figure them out, and I wasn’t ready for that.
Uh.
