Page 73 of Drama Queen

“You have to say something. Seriously? Aren’t I your Queen?” She scoffed, rolling those pretty hazel eyes, and holy fuck, did I want to snatch her hair in my grip and yank her down for that bratty attitude of hers. “Fine. Whatever. I’m grabbing a drink.”

The click on her heels on the marble floor was like a damned ticking bomb, and I gripped my glass, threatening to crush it. With her back to me, I raked my stare across her, admiring the revealing cutouts in her gown and thinking fondly about tearing those fucking buttons free.

Reed, stop it. Come on.

I had to stop the low growl that rumbled up through me when she cocked her hip and took a long drink. She sighed, her head falling back as she enjoyed the whiskey, and the noise went straight to my dick. I forced myself to refocus, facing straight in front of me and going right back to clenching my jaw.

But then Jean was standing in front of me, one hand on her hip as she held her drink up with the other.

“When will they be back? Can you at least tell me that?”

Exhaling, I glared up at her, holding her eyes while I took my time enjoying my own scotch. After several moments of nothing, Jean scowled all the harder. She blinked, rolling her lips between her teeth as she took a step forward.

As graceful as a dancer, Jean’s arm wrapped around her waist, her other elbow resting on first as she still clutched her glass.

“Reed.”

Just my name, but there was this little threat to the sound of her voice–like Jean was used to using her position to get answers. I smirked, dark hunger growing in the pit of my belly. She was a brave woman for several reasons, not the least of which was living with her father for that long, and I admired the fact that she was willing to join the Cartalgas to protect her family.

But Jean was fucking suicidal if she really thought antagonizing me was a good idea.

I stood up from the couch, leaving my glass on the small table to the side. As I stalked up to her, that delicious scent of saffron and roses, incense, and something sweet and juicy drilled through my senses, needling my brain with the intensity of an electric shock. I didn't stop until I was inches from Jean, slipping around behind her.

The tinkling of ice hitting glass sounded as Jean’s hand trembled slightly, and I watched–so very pleased–as goosebumps rippled over her skin. Her breathing was shallow, and a warmth bloomed from her skin that made me desperate to plunge my cock into every opening she had.

“Don’t toy with me, Princess.” I leaned in, lowering my nose to the soft brown waves pinned to the top of her head and breathing deeply. “You won’t like the outcome.”

Jean shivered, and all I could do was grin, still burying my nose in her hair as I invaded her space. That scent was just too damn much, though. I would never get enough.

Fucking omega. Making me so damn crazy.

It was similar to what Kai’s scent did to me, which made sense, considering he was amaleomega. The little shit wasirresistible when he wanted to be, and he knew it, working all his charm to tease Cane and me constantly.

And Cane was no slouch in the desirable department. Scenting an Alpha…well, it did something to any beta, and while I’d always been able to resist him more than others, it never lasted long. We were mates, after all, all three of us.

All four now.

I tried to shake the thought away, but it was a futile battle. Scent matches were permanent, rare as hell, but unbreakable once established. I only hoped that I’d be able to keep my distance a little more from her. Female omegas were different, and I had trouble believing that Cane would want to share this time.

“How are you doing that?” Jean’s voice came out breathy and pained, and I couldn’t stop myself from grazing my fingertips up her arm.

“Doing what?”

The words came out darker than I wanted, and I internally barked at myself for being fuckingstupidright now.Whatareyou doing, Reed? Have you lost your damn mind?

Jean quivered against me, sharply pulling me from my thoughts and right back into the reality where her curvaceous body was deliciously pliable against my own.

“You don’t smell like vanilla. Your scent…”

I couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled out of me, rumbling through my chest on what I would not admit was a low purr.

“Oh, and what do I smell like? Hmm, princess?” I gripped her upper arms roughly, but Jean didn’t pull away like I’d half expected, half wanted. “Because, according to everyone else, it’s just the scent of death on their doorstep.”

She hissed in a breath as my punishing hold on her turned bruising. The slight buckle to her knees was perfection, and my cock throbbed behind the zipper of these fucking dress slacks. Iloved the delectable way she crumbled just a bit in my hands, the aroma of her fear tinging her luscious scent.

I ate up her fear like dessert, my senses blowing apart and refocusing on her each moment that she took my pain so beautifully.

“L-leather,” Jean squeaked out, pulling against me just enough that her ass shoved back against my erection. “And, and…wood and something…s-sweet but spicy,dangerouslyspicy.”

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