Page 8 of Perfectly Yours

Macon asked me to be here but he’s obviously protective of his Omega. Yet, Savin is silently asking for a kiss and I’m standing with a naked Omega pressed against me, his half-naked Alpha a few steps away. “This is weird,” I finally say, trying hard to keep my eyes focused on Savin’s face. A giggle peels from his lips as he catches on, disappearing into the living room for something more acceptable.

“I don’t expect you to stay, Ellie. This… wasn’t planned.”

I shrug, knowing that my break for fresh air is long over. I should return to the party but my heart hurts for the men I barely know. “It’s fine. He’s okay, though?”

“For now, I suppose.”

“So, you just wanted me for my scent? Because it eases the pain? How does that even work?”

I nearly miss the flash of anger that clouds his expression. It reminds me of how my sister looked when I mentioned I was just a Beta. Preemptively, I take a step back not wanting to anger a man that could derail my entire career and I don’t mean the one in the club. “You think I just scoop up outsiders for Savin? Ellie, fuck, I can see how you’d see it that way but I’m not his pimp. Truly. I’m his husband and sometimes we share a night with a third. I didn’t ask you here to placate his pain and I’d be lying if I said it was just for him.” He steps up to me, caging me in against the wall. “The question is whether or not you want to stay.”

For several seconds, it’s just the sound of our heavy breathing, Macon leaning closer until his lips brush against mine. One of his hands moves to my side, the heat of it bleeding through my clothes. My back arches toward him, a gasp tearing from my throat just as his hand moves north, his thumb flicking the metal through my nipple.

In this room, I’m not here with the famous Astor couple. It’s just Macon and Savin.

“Stay or go, Ellie?” He purrs.

Staying is the wrong decision but it’s all I want. “Stay,” I grunt before smashing my lips to his.

Chapter six

ELLIE

Macon’s hands move to the back of my thighs as he hoists me up around his waist, moving us into the open area. I cling to him as he kisses me, dominating the embrace. He’s both too much and not enough as I drown in his scent, and I squash the nasty voice in my head telling me I’m just like the other girls I work with.

This means something.

It has to.

“Not fair. I just put on clothes,” Savin whines. “Let’s play a game.” I come up for air, twisting to see Savin dressed again, marginally. He’s stuffed back into his suit pants and shirt but nothing is buttoned and his hair is even messier than before. His scent is muted, the muscles in his jaw pulling tight every so often, warning me that his pain hasn’t completely disappeared with my presence.

I’m not sure what compels me to tap Macon’s chest to put me down so I can approach Savin. “It still hurts?” I reach up to brush my fingers across his cheek, similar to the way he did to me before. He grabs my wrist, pressing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

His lips linger there, almost as if he’s savoring my scent. His shoulders collapse, his eyes fluttering closed. “I didn’t want you to see that, Ellie. Don’t worry about it.”

I reach up with my other hand, fingering through his dirty blonde strands. They’re much softer than I would have thought, Savin leaning into my touch. He seems to draw comfort from me being here which is one of the main reasons I’m staying. Unfortunately, the nasty voice in my head tells me that maybe Macon isn’t entirely on board with how frugal I’m being with my touches. “I am worrying. Your pain feels… I can feel your discomfort.”

Savin tenses against me and I feel like I’ve ruined the moment when he releases me and puts several inches of distance between us.

“What can I do, Savin?” Am I overstepping? Probably. But it’s the least I can do when I’ve been invited to their space. I twist around to catch Macon’s expression, confused when he shoots me a warm smile as if he’s comfortable with me being wrapped around his Omega. They mentioned that they bring in a third every now and then but I didn’t know how true that was.

Savin clears his throat, drawing my attention back to his needy self. “I need a distraction.”

I snort. “That’s what your Alpha is for. But you did mention playing a game. Strip poker? What? I know the ultimate goal is to get me naked but I’m going to make you work for it.” I pop out my hip, raising an eyebrow in jest, wondering if these two will take the bait. It’s been so easy to forget that these two are a famous duo, that paparazzi could be standing out in the hallway, waiting for a scoop. In here, it just feels like I’m spending a night with two men who have already started clawing out a place in my heart. When neither of them answers, I place a quick kiss on Savin’s lips and turn to Macon. “You don’t want to put on a shirt? Are you that confident?”

“I am.” Simple, to the point, and that honeyed rasp to his words has me pressing my thighs together. As if he knows what’s running through my head, his lips quirk in a deviant smile, Macon having no shame as he reaches down to adjust himself in his pants. I felt that piece of equipment against me and it’s no joke. I will be feeling every inch of him tomorrow for sure.

Savin giddily drags me to the small square kitchen table and I survey the hotel room, realizing that it’s still very much out of my price range. The hotel rooms I stay in consist of a bedroom and a mini kitchen. This seems like a two-bedroom apartment just by the open layout of the kitchen and living room. It’s nearly the size of the one I share with Carleen.

“Sit,” Savin orders. “I always lose but I’m not mad about getting fucked into the-” Savin hisses, biting his lip for a moment and then continues as if nothing happened. “the wall.” He disappears down the hall and into one of the bedrooms, leaving me a little lost. Am I supposed to react?

Macon drops into a seat beside me, pulling my chair to face him. “Ellie, sweetheart, I’m going to ask something of you that might be a little difficult.” I fist my hands on my thighs, concerned. He grabs my hands, his touch gentle and inviting until he’s able to slip his fingers into my palms. Macon mutters ‘good girl’ and I’m not sure I was supposed to hear it. My face warms against my will, the Alpha clocking my reaction but not addressing it. “Savin’s been dealing with this for a few years now. It’s nothing new. He hides it well for the cameras but only because they’d make something out of it. I know it hurts to see him like this but I need you to ignore it. Ignore the little hisses of pain, the jaw tightening, and the way his hands curl into fists every so often. He doesn’t want to be coddled and he doesn’t want to draw attention to it.”

My heart breaks for Savin, knowing that he’s dealing with so much. The news never reports this side of his struggle. Everyone knows he quit acting for health reasons but I always thought it was stress or an incident that was thrown under the rug. To know that he’s fighting every day just to be seen as normal shows me how strong he is.

Not to mention how loving Macon is to stay with him, through thick and thin, regardless of what society would think. I’ve always thought these two were beautiful but they’re beautiful all the way down to their souls.

I nod, accepting Macon’s request. “Anything that can help him?” I ask, squeezing Macon’s hands to let him know that I’m okay with this.

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