Page 103 of Fight

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I murmur, staring up at her as if she’s the sun. She smiles sleepily at me, and I can’t fucking stand it.

Pulling her down, I kiss her thoroughly, my tongue swiping over hers. She tastes like apples and spices, and her moan goes straight to my already hard cock. Her thighs straddle me, her core rocking over my erection.

“Fuck,” I groan as the door to the apartment opens. “There’s nothing I want to do other than continue this, but I woke you up for another purpose, I swear.”

Giggling, she pushes up to a sitting position, and I swear white lights burst over my eyesight.

“I swear to God, Bluebell,” I groan. She’s sitting on my Goddamned cock, which is already straining in my boxers and weeping. “Baby, you’re enough to tempt a saint, and I’ve never been accused of being that.”

Augustine pops his head into the room, smirking as he sees us.

“Shift your weight, Sweetheart,” he says, green eyes sparkling with mischief. Glaring at him, I drop my head back, fisting my hands as the naughty omega does exactly that.

“Cerenity,” I groan. “Please, you’re killing me here.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” she says sweetly, climbing off me.

She practically skips to the bathroom as I struggle to remember how to breathe, and also tamp down my urge to chase her down.

“You alright there, big guy?” Augustine asks, snickering.

“Not even a little. Fuck, my dick hates me so much,” I grunt, struggling to sit up.

“Then don’t start things you don’t have time to finish,” he teases me. “Cere, I’m going to get coffee and breakfast started.”

“Okay!” she says, voice muffled, and I wonder if she’s brushing her teeth.

Even the thought of that makes me hard. I’m so fucked.

Standing, I get dressed and follow Augustine out to the kitchen. My gun is back in my holster, and I rake my hands through my hair, putting it up into a makeshift bun.

“Are you going to feed her before you tell her?” I ask, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Yep,” he grunts, getting started.

Well, that’s what I’d do too, so I can’t complain. I have no idea how she’ll take this. All I can hope is that we’ll be able to keep her safe from whoever is angry Xavier failed.

CERENITY

I think I’m okay? Lying between Jasper and Tommy while we watch a movie tonight, I’m not really sure. My feet are draped over Tommy and I’m against Jasper’s chest. Auggie told me all about how he found Xavier this morning, and that there may be someone out there who was calling the shots with my past employee.

Xavier was with me for a long time, but I feel a little numb about his death.

He called me a whore over this relationship, or whatever you can call what I have now. Omegas are known to pack up with more than one alpha or beta because heats can be so intense. They also often have more than one scent match. What are you going to tell biology, sorry that’s one too many?

Bigotry like that doesn’t usually happen in our society, which is why I’m so taken back by Xavier.

Augustine went to work to oversee the club tonight, and Gabe went with him to fill in for security. They both suggested I hang out at home, and I accepted. I feel bad that Gabriel went to work tonight, but once he decided to jump in, he couldn’t be dissuaded.

As Tommy’s hand slowly begins to run up my calf, I have to admit that I may have been played.

“You’re not watching, Tiny,” Jasper growls into my ear. My body shivers as his voice rumbles through my body, and I fucking perfume.

I may not think I’m feeling the effects of my oncoming heat, but my libido is greedy.

“Fuck, baby. I’m trying to be so good,” Jas groans, kissing up my neck. The bruises are fading faster than I expected, and light makeup is enough to cover them. I feel sexy again, and more in control. Now that I’m not pretending not to scent him, I can breathe him in.

The alpha smells like fresh laundry and a cold winter’s breeze, and it’s absolutely unique to him. I can’t get enough. As soon as I can turn my face, I scent mark him as I rub my nose against his neck.

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