Page 126 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Benedict’s warm breath on my neck makes me shiver. “Please, my soul mate.”

“I want all of you.” My voice is more even than I’m expecting. “I need you to bite and bond me. Then I crave to be knotted over and over again. But I’m scared…”

Outside, the storm rages against the dome. The dark surrounds me.

“I’m here as the Beta to get snacks and drinks for you Omegas and Alphas, as you’ll be lost in heat and ruts. Over the next twenty-four hours, I’ll look after you, the same as if this was a performance. How many times have I made sure that you’re okay? I’ve got this. I’ll ensure that you’re not dehydrated, wash you, and guard over you.” Swan’s steady gaze never wavers from mine. “I swear, I’ll always catch you.”

And that’s all I need to finally let go and lose myself to my heat.

Yet it’s a heat that may kill me.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Romeo Hall, Sanctum

Fevered, I writhe in the crackling paper nest in the library.

Hot, hot, hot.

My eyes are glassy. I’m panting.

I’m naked, apart from Ambrose’s football jersey that I won’t be parted from. It’s tied around my shoulders, and I turn my head to take another deep breath of its spicy scent.

My eyes flutter closed. Slick runs down my thighs.

“Alpha,” I murmur, barely coherent. “Need you.”

“You have me,” Ambrose’s deep voice rumbles.

Why isn’t he knotting me?

I ache.

There’s a howling hollowness inside me that I’ve never felt before, which needs to be filled.

My eyes snap open.

I’m on my back, staring up at the glass dome. I feel like I’m a furnace, but there’s cool, pale arms wound around me. Brunet curls drape over my shoulder.

I glance at the male Omega, who is purring soothingly next to me.

Benedict is calm, honey, andfucking everything.

I can breathe because he’s here.

Snow falls as softly as feathers onto the dome. The storm has passed, although it’s raging between my thighs. The bronze fingers of dawn are stroking the snow clouds.

The lanterns have been turned off. It feels magical in the low glow of the burning sky.

“Morning, soul mate.” Benedict kisses me, tenderly. “It’s Boxing Day now, and you’re fully in heat.”

I nod, unable to stop my frantic writhing.

Swan and Vito lie in each other’s arms at the bottom of the bed, watching me intently.

I sniff the air, searching for my Alpha.

Benedict pushes me onto my side to face the armchair beside the nest.

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