Page 123 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Shit, my turn to say sorry, Bec.” Swan looks worriedly at Benedict. “Are you okay?”

Benedict nods, building my nest with his clever fingers. “Thirteen years, eleven months, and nine days. That’s how long I’ve had to cry about being a Non-Heat. Today, I’m only happy that my soul mate will no longer be one.”

Hell, he means that. How many Omegas would?

It takes a truly strong person to be able to support someone else’s happiness, despite knowing that they’ll never be able to have it themselves.

Except, if I have children, Benedict will raise them equally.

I will make sure that he’s their dad, as much as I’m their mom.

This will behisjoy, as well as mine. I’m going to fucking make sure of it.

Swan’s intense gaze settles back on Ambrose. “May I kiss you, Amby?”

“Youwillkiss me,” Ambrose commands.

Swan chuckles. “Just keep on giving me orders. See what happens.”

Despite that, Swan kisses Ambrose.

I expect their first kiss to be aggressive, but it’s not. Instead, it’s tender.

Ambrose slides his hand up into Swan’s hair, quickly taking over the initiative and dominating the kiss.

Swan’s eyes flutter closed.

It looks like they’re rediscovering each other in each swipe of their tongues.

It’s also pushing Ambrose closer to rut.

I turn my head and eye Vito.

He’s busying himself with helping Benedict, while pretending not to watch the kiss.

But he is.

He’s also much closer to rut than Ambrose is. I can see how hard he is in his leather trousers. He’s quivering and taking deep calming breaths to try and control it.

I pull Ambrose’s jersey closer to me, holding it to my nose alongside Vito’s biker jacket in order to breathe in the scents of both my Alphas at the same time.

Vito notices and smiles.

Finally, Ambrose breaks off the kiss and pushes Swan off him as easily as he said that he could into the nest. Then he sits up, tidying his tie and smoothing down his shirt.

He glances at me, before his eyes widen. “You have my football jersey.”

I nod, holding it closer to my nose.

“You didn’t forget me either.” Ambrose’s eyes gleam, darkly.

“Of course we didn’t.” Swan nudges Ambrose’s shoulder. “You’re my best friend. You’re our fated Alpha.”

Then Swan crawls across the nest and drags Vito up by the hair into a slow, passionate kiss. “And he’s my Little Snake.”

Ambrose clenches his hands in his lap. “You’re kissing him. And Juliet is sniffing his jacket. Vito, why are you in this nest?”

Vito stiffens. “Don’t you want me here, sir? No doctors can come out, and I’m worried about Jules. But if you’re ordering me to leave…”

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