Okay, nevermind.He totally would lock me right out, which would be disappointing but well within Nolan’s rights considering I still made him uncomfortable with my flirting. Oh well. Even if I couldn’t feel what he felt, my objective would be complete: my purely selfish interest in them strengthening their bond.
I wanted to feel Nolan.
If his bond with Oswald was strong enough, I would be able to. Ozzy and I had been bound together for so long, it would be impossible for me not to feel things he felt, whether those were his own feelings or those of his mate. Knowing Nolan’s emotions would give me more leverage to get him to bond with me. He was amiable to the idea, so I had to make him see we would fit together. All of us, as a convoluted pack.
“That won’t be necessary,” Nolan said softly.
I grinned, but didn’t goad him. Pushing my luck would only make him take it back.
“I hope you enjoy yourselves,” I said. “Do we have to do anything with this body, or do you have people for that? Disposal was always my least favourite part.”
Waving a hand toward the body, I murmured a few spells regardless. Only simple ones to remove all evidence of our involvement. My blood had been splattered across the deceased vampire’s body, after all. “Clement will be able to take care of it,” Nolan said.
Clement had probably heard most of our conversation, but I trusted him. If Nolan did, I did. I wasn’t sure when I’d decided Nolan was trustworthy, but it was some time between when I’d kissed him during my heat and when Oswald had claimed him in a frenzy. Stepping out into the hall, I grinned at him. “We’ve made a bit of a mess,” I said apologetically. “I did a quick clean up, but Nolan says you’re the guy for the job.”
Grunting, Clement pushed his body off the wall where he’d been leaning. “I heard how messy you were. I’m surprised Amabella watched for as long as she did. The woman prefers quick and clean, not whatever the fuck you three are into.”
“Are you judging me?”
“Absolutely.”
I laughed.
Maybe I deserved to be judged. We’d done some terrible things to the vampire in there, and there were only a few lines I wouldn’t cross when someone threatened me. Or when someone threatened my mates. My protection now extended to them. None of them especially needed protection except maybe Caspian, which kind of made me want to protect them all the more. I doubted anyone had ever done it before.
Fuck.If I kept thinking like this, I was going to start rationalizing Shan’s overprotectiveness and that simply wouldn’t do.
Clement slid past me and into the room to take a peek at what we’d done and what he would have to clean up. Ozzy and Nolan came over shortly after, their hands linked. Since Oswald had woken up in a human form, they’d barely stopped touching except when Ozzy had been by my side during my near-death experience.
“Enjoy fucking,” I said, turning toward the nearest stairwell.
“We can walk you back,” Nolan said.
“Nope. Enjoy fucking. Take the elevator.”
The way he flushed, I wondered if they had caught a moment together, but not in a supply closet. Smirking, I vanished through the door before they could argue further. Not that Ozzy was going to let Nolan speak again. He was fucking ravenous for him. I could feel it through the bond and see it in his eyes, and I couldn’t wait until I could be in the middle of that sandwich.
* * *
I brought a giant container of meat and salad up to the suite, wondering if it would be enough for three hungry Alphas who had been worn out by a fuck ton of sex. If it wasn’t, they could get their own damn food. I’d already gotten disapproving looks from people in the cafeteria, though no one had been brave enough to stop me.
Arousal was slamming into me through my bond with Oswald, both of us keeping the channels wide open instead of shutting the doors as we typically did. It was making me horny, but my mates needed food before sex.
Or so I thought.
The second I walked through the doors I caught Shan and Caspian’s scents, heavy with arousal, and found Cas between Shan’s legs where he sat on the couch. Shan had his cock in the other man’s mouth, letting him gently suckle on it. He looked over his shoulder at me as I came in.
“Didn’t Caspian have enough orgasms this morning?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
Shan thrust up into Caspian’s mouth, hand in his hair, putting on a show now I was watching. “He’s not having an orgasm. I am.”
“Ah, yeah. Denial. The kink that’s only fun for you.”
“You’ll see how fun it can be when I deny you.”
Fun. Sure. More like torture, but I could be into that.
“I brought food for when you’re done. I’m going to bring some to Emmett.”
