“You’ve put a lot on the line to keep to your routine.”
She finally turned to me. I swallowed, my throat dry as I scrambled for the glass of water I had beside me. A few gulps later and she was right in front of me, glaring down.
“Wouldn’t it be more suspicious if I hadn’t come?” I asked.
“Maybe. But you knew you were going to get hit on here. You spend your time banging any beta who will spread her legs. Did you seriously think I was going to stand by and watch someone rub themselves all over you?”
“I was getting rid of her.”
“Then why do you smell like honeysuckle and apples?”
I inhaled sharply. Olanda’s scent was everywhere, but Leighton’s was so much stronger. “It will fade.”
“You shouldn’t smell like it in the first fucking place. Stand up.”
It felt like her words pulled me up by a string on the top of my head. We ended up chest to chest, mere inches separating us.
The bulge in my pants was so thick it brushed against her, just like her breasts brushed against my chest. Her hand came around the back of my neck and she pulled my head closer until her lips were even with my ear.
“For the record, I’m furious I have to do this.”
Vanilla cream created a halo around my head the next second when she brushed her chin against my neck.
A scent mark.
She’d marked me like I’d marked her.
It was almost enough to have me coming in my pants—which was an absurd reaction. This shouldn’t be this arousing, but with her…
I moaned. She moved back. “My mother is going to hear about this little stunt, so you’d better fucking find something to shut her down. Got it?”
I would do literally anything she asked in that moment. My head bobbed and she sighed. She was back in the booth beside Kiara before I could process what had happened.
Honeysuckle and apples were only a memory.
There was only Leighton and an oppressive need to go jerk off in the washroom.
Mercury shoved me back down onto the couch before I could make my move to leave, though. He placed his empty wine glass on the table beside us and sat down with one leg crossed casually over the other. “No way,” he said. “You get to suffer.”
“I didn’t realize you were such a fucking sadist,” I grumbled. “I thought you swung the other way.”
He rolled his eyes, staring at the women on their date with the Ashby pack. “I don’t take pleasure in it, but you deserve some pain in your life.”
“Asshole,” I grumbled under my breath.
Regardless, I didn’t try to argue. I let my head spin and my senses absorb Leighton’s claim, watching the two of them with a fixation usually reserved for short-lived hobbies.
There would be nothing short-lived about my obsession with them. It would never end.
I already knew that.
THIRTY-SEVEN
LEIGHTON
The Ashby pack didn’t say a word about the incident with Dash. I couldn’t tell if my aura scared them off, or if they really didn’t give a fuck.
Could be either.
