Page 57 of The Packaged Deal

Her eyes drift to my lips, and I become acutely aware of where I’m sitting, of her between my legs. My temperature soars, and I feel my panties grow wet.

Please, oh, please, want me.

Kandi’s eyes lift to mine, and then she leans forward. Her lips touch mine in a soft brush. Inquisitive, gentle magic. I melt completely, falling into her, my mouth parting, inviting her in. She moans and grips my back, pulling me closer. Her tongue traces my lips, and then pushes into my mouth. I’m going to die. I’m going to die so happy. Yes, if there were any doubts, they’re gone.

Her kiss, the taste, the feel of her in my arms, it’s exactly what’s been missing in my life. I wrap my arms around her neck and shift my hips, rolling them towards her. Pleasure coils inside me, an aching need.

Kandi breaks away, and reluctantly, I pull back, too. I search her face for regret or something that might give me some indication of where this is going.

To my relief, there’s nothing but a small, contented smile.

“Was that okay?” I ask.

“It was perfect.”

“Okay,” I say in a small voice. My cheeks burn, and I blush, looking down. “This is a bit awkward now.”

“That’s only because we need to do it more,” Kandi purrs.

My heart jumps into an unnatural speed. I pull back from her, wincing at the wetness soaking my panties. My heat is going to be really bad next week. I can feel it growing inside of me, being triggered by their proximity.

“I just need to go to the loo.”

“Good! Then we need to have a meeting about all this nonsense,” Sven shouts out cheerfully.

My head snaps in his direction. “It's not nonsense!”

“This can’t happen again!” Sven retorts.

I’m irate, shouting at the alpha from different rooms, but more so because he’s vetoing my decisions.

“Oh, it’s going to happen again!” I snarl. I shove off Kandi’s lap, giving her a regretful look, and jog into the kitchen.

“It’s not. It’s messy and inappropriate.”

“It's romantic, and that’s what mates do for their pack,” I snarl at him. “And whether you like me, accept me, or never see me again, you will always be mine, Sven, and I’m never, ever giving you up.”

He stands there, his chest heaving, glowering at me.

“Are you sure you want someone like me?” Sven asks in an almost silent tone.

“Yes. I want you. I want him. And I want her.” I march towards him and poke him in the chest. “And if I want to give you romance, you’ll accept my romance, and say thank you, and just be nice.”

Sven narrows his eyes. He reaches out, pulls open a drawer, and grabs a small box from inside.

“What’s that?”

“Your gift.”

He’s never going to be boring, I decide while I stare at his closed-off expression.

sixteen

Jade

Ihum as I open the box. My eyes widen when I find a pretty purple-handled knife.

“Is this for the carrots?” I ask innocently.

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