Fingering in the parking garage. That explained why he was covered in my omega’s scent. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry at him for having her in public like that, or horny because of how hot thinking of the scene got me.
“I’ll punish him for that,” I murmured. “Especially if you didn’t like it.”
She whimpered. “I did like it.”
He was still getting punished. I had some ideas in mind, and I shouldn’t be so enraptured by them.
“Well, since you enjoyed his kiss, that just means you’ll love mine that much more.”
A purr rumbled through me and I grabbed her hips, forcing her over to straddle me. Her thighs were around my hips, her slick making a mess. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down so we were chest to chest, her forearms braced on either side of my head.
Her pupils were heavily dilated.
This kiss was going to be enough to necessitate another orgasm for my little omega.
I didn’t know how to make this a perfect first kiss between us. Going slow might have been a good start, but I couldn’t. Not when she was right there, reacting to my purr and my presence.
Our lips crashed together in a kiss I’d been desperately waiting for. She mewled against my lips, letting my tongue stroke hers. I tasted and teased and made it the best kiss of my life—and hopefully the best of hers. I didn’t let up on my focus until she was whimpering, need spiking in the bond.
Then I made her come again and let her slump beside me, our lips finally breaking apart. I could stay like this with her forever, bodies sharing heat under the cool air of the AC.
Her stomach grumbled as she pressed against me and I sighed. Cuddling would have to wait. I couldn’t leave her hungry, nor could I avoid my responsibilities any longer.
We wouldn’t end up with the pack her father wanted her mated to, but I’d need to start digging now if we had any hope of unravelling this chaos before all hell broke loose.
“I’ll get you some food,” I said, pressing a kiss to her temple and hauling myself out of bed.
She mumbled something about getting up, but followed it with a yawn.
“Sleep some more. You need it after yesterday.”
“So do you,” she protested.
Her head was already resting on the pillow, cradling it under her arm as her eyelids fluttered shut.
TWENTY-SEVEN
KIARA
I hid in the master suite for as long as possible, even after I’d woken up from another short nap.
How was I supposed to face Ambrose after that?
I’d stabbed him, and now it was obvious I was aroused by him, which was absurd. My whines had been clear desperation for him, and I hadn’t been shy with showing off my assets.
My bondmate didn’t bring me the food she’d promised to get—I assumed it was to draw me out to the living space. There were things to talk about. She’d gotten arrested because of me, and I had no clue what we were going to do about my father.
I’d thought ahead to getting a dark bond from someone relatively powerful.
Beyond that?
I guess I’d just assumed my mate would deal with it, and I hadn’t thought I’d be worried about my mate’s safety in the situation. Originally, I wasn’t anticipatinglikingthe person who bonded me.
Peeking my head around the corner and into the kitchen revealed that only one person was present in the room. He was the one I wasn’t sure how to act around, because he didn’t like me much: Mercury.
His lean body relaxed against the counter, a mug cupped in both hands as he stared off into space. He didn’t notice me, giving me plenty of time to observe.
The man had long auburn hair that hit the middle of his back, but it was secured in two French braids. They were smoothed with some kind of gel, ensuring that he didn’t have flyaways or frizz and could look extremely put together.
