Page 26 of Candy & Her Saints

After all, Seven probably thinks that he’s liberal, if I’m on ABOinder.

SEVEN: You should get more sleep. Are you working too hard?

I snort.

Am I working too hard?

Yet no Alpha apart from Vito has treated me in a nurturing way before, since Mom was sent to the Institute.

The triplets were meant to but they were only teenagers themselves. They were more like babysitters from hell who drank, partied, and shoved some fries and milkshakes at Vito and me, before telling us not to come out of our room because they had the neighborhood boys over for some fun.

SWEET VENOM: I’ve only been working as hard as normal. But you’re the one who’s working right now. Do you ever stop?

SEVEN: When I’m asleep.

Worry shoots through me.

SWEET VENOM: Then you work too hard.

SEVEN: I don’t have a choice. Don’t deflect. If you’re stressed, why don’t I give you some stress relief? Want to play?

My cheeks tint with pink.

Fuck, yeah.

I know what he means by play.

Anticipation tingles through me. My pussy becomes wet with slick.

Is he going to wreck me? Because if he is, then I’ll love every minute of it.

CHAPTER FOUR

Flat Above Dough Knot Bakery, Haven

My own pheromones become stronger in my excitement.

I glance at my closed bedroom door.

I can’t hear anything outside, apart from the low bustle and voices of the shop below me.

Vito is still busy.

I have time to play with Seven.

I let out a low, filthy moan, imagining that Seven is in my nest with me right now…that his scent (and fuck, I wish that I knew what it’s like, but he hasn’t told me, wanting our scent matching to be a surprise), is wrapped around me.

My pupils dilate, as I lose myself to the fantasy.

It’s dangerous, but I can’t resist.

For the last week, Seven has been expressing his dominance through sexting and hell, can this Alpha dirty talk.

My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. Then a wicked thought strikes me.

Well, Seven did take the piss out of my favorite vibrator.

I scramble to lean over the bed, scrabbling to open the cluttered bottom drawer of my nightstand.

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