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Oh, dear.
I should not be here.
I should not be here.I should not be here.
I was in a back row of bookshelves, and I’d shifted a few of the books out of the way for a view down the next aisle. No one would catch me here. No one would even expect anyone to be here in the first place.
I’d been watching for a good while, listening in on their quiet conversation. They mostly spoke about Arkology, which didn’t help me get any insight into Eric as a person—which is what I’d come for.
Iabsolutelyhadn’t intended to be spying as things got heated. Though it definitely explained why they’d picked a spot in the back of the library, where there was as much dust visible as books on some of the higher shelves.
“You really want to do this right now?” Roxy asked.
“You said…” Eric’s voice became muffled, as if he was pressing his lips against her. “Of all of us,Iwas the one that needed the most attention. Tell me why?”
I heard Roxy let out a breath that sounded half exasperated, half humorous. “You like hearing me say it?”
“I do.”
“You’ve definitely got the least stable hormones,” Roxy told him.
His laugh was low and he dragged her closer on the desk. I bit my lip.
Okay. Time to leave. Just… absolutely quietly. I couldnotget caught now.
Instead, the ridge of the shelf dug harder into my cheek as I tried to see exactly where his hands were wandering.
“Ever since you let slipyouwouldn’t mind getting caught, I haven’t been able to get this out of my head.” Eric’s voice was low. “I want anyone to be able to walk in on us. That’s what you like, right?”
I shrank, pulse racing.
Did that mean she wouldn’t mind if I stayed?
Oh, pull yourself together, Shatter. Absolutely not.
Leave.
Now.
Why hadn’tI left?
Why hadn’t I looked away?
Instead, I was pressed up against the heavy oak bookshelves, with a vision of Eric’s back as he lifted Roxy onto the table. Roxy’s next words were quiet enough that I didn’t hear, but then I saw Eric fumbling for her skirt, lifting it.
Okay. Okay. Enough. Really, definitely time to go.
Why was it so hard to move? I forced myself a step back, but Eric’s scent of passion fruit tangled with the smell of wood and old pages, an edge of lust to it that made my chest tight.
Oh, but…
I wrung my fingers.
Mine.
He was mine.
Being around alphas as much as I had in the last few weeks had settled some of my more vicious instincts that had arisen now I was off all the suppressants, but this possessiveness was vengeant. My grip on the bookshelf was white knuckled, my eyes wide, and my body just didn’t want to leave.
