Page 16 of Heat Hesitation

Sully scratches his thick, square jaw, following Enzo's careful, controlled movements before returning to me.

"Omega—"

"Ophelia," I correct.

He smiles, but it's with his teeth and not at all warm. "I need to know you're not going to do something stupid tonight."

"Like what?"

"Take off or something equally as desperate. I don't know why you hid for a year, but I meant what I said earlier. We will find you."

"You didn't last time," I shrug, keeping the hurt out of my voice. It's not like I wanted them to find me, but they clearly knew Asher found his scent-match and they didn't exactly go to 'the ends of the earth' as he threatened, to track me down. There might be a million people living in Arrow Cove but did they even try?

Sully's giving me a predatory look, unruffled, which is good because if he could hear my mercurial inner monologue and how many times I've gone back and forth in my head in the last half hour, wanting to nest and let the four of them rut me into heaven, and wanting them to leave and never come back, he'd think I was insane.

"If I say I'll behave like a good little omega, will you go?"

"If you say you'll behave, and I believe you, then yes."

"What I do and don't do is none of your business."

"I'll leave you for the evening if you promise you won't take off."

"Where am I going to go?" I laugh, waving my hand around. "Does it look like I've got the resources to bail?"

Sully looks around, taking in my apartment once more. "You have resources now," is all he says.

I almost argue back, but my words disappear when Enzo sits on the couch beside me. Leaning in, closer and closer, I angle my head away, but it only exposes my neck further.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, so close his inhale causes goosebumps to erupt along my neck, a chill flushing across my skin. His sharp eucalyptus and mint scent wake my senses, and I feel it zap like a shot of electricity between my legs, my clit suddenly aching. I squeeze my legs together, unable to hide my desire. I'm not wearing any slick-wicks, and my perfume bursts into the air around us, causing both alphas to moan.

I may smell like scent-blocker, but I can't hide the perfume when slick floods out of me like that.

Enzo pulls away, his face a blank mask once more. My omega desperately wants to whimper he pulled away but I somehow hold my ground.

Sully's deep, throaty laugh pulls my attention away from Enzo.

"What the hell is so funny?" I try to snap, but the question sounds breathy and wanton.

"I just realized something." He begins to loosen his bowtie, reminding me how out of place these men in their fancy suits are in my C-Block apartment. I'm worried and simultaneously thrilled he might be about to strip out of his tux, but it turns out he was just giving himself some room to breathe because he walks toward my front door, Enzo joining him.

"And what's that?"

Sully pins me with a glare. "I just realized… you're perfect. You're fucking perfect for us," he states, like it's a fact. I don't know what he's talking about since I'm sitting on my shitty frayed couch, drenched with plastic scent, horny and wet from my not-mates.

Sully glances over at his brother, who's watching me with unveiled interest. "You are so fucked, Omega."

He laughs on his way out my door, and Enzo, with one last heavy look in my direction, pulls the door shut behind them.

Somehow, like our drive away from the OFA, the silence is deafening.

Chapter 7

Enzo

My brothers argued the entire drive home, which I ignored. At some point, Asher asked me a direct question or two, but my mind was back in that filthy apartment with the most fascinating creature I'd ever seen.

When we return to the estate, I pause by the door leading down into the gym on the lower level, accessible from both inside the main house and outside next to the garage through a wooden door obscured by vines.

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