Page 127 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Ambrose is sprawled in it like an emperor on a throne with his harem at his feet. He’s loosened his tie and undone the buttons on his shirt to reveal his tanned, muscled chest, which is glistening with sweat.

He’s deep into rut as well.

The outline of his hard, giant cock is obvious in his trousers.

How much willpower does he have to simply sit there, watching me with dark eyes?

I shiver.

Ambrose is wearing his dom face. The strength of his pheromones is overwhelming.

He may have agreed to us all bonding but it’s obvious that he’s in charge here.

He’s making that clear.

And it makes me even hotter that he wants to watch me like this.

Still, is it also that he intends to oversee that I’m okay? Out of a sense of responsibility? Duty?Love?

Our gazes meet. It’s electric.

“Prepare our new Omega for me, Benedict,” Ambrose commands without looking away from me.

“Yes, my Alpha.” Benedict slips his hand to my thighs, urging them apart.

I widen them further, eagerly.

Then Ambrose’s icy gaze shifts to Vito. “Be good and obedient. I’m going to use your cock to pleasure our Omega.”

Vito’s pupils dilate.

He licks his dry lips. “Yes, sir.”

“Our Beta…?” Ambrose snaps his fingers at Swan.

Shit, he didn’t just do that, right?

I expect Swan to launch himself out of the bed and tackle Ambrose to the floor, tussling in another wrestling match.

Instead, Swan gives a lazy smile. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Despite myself, I smile.

There’s my rebel.

“Strip my Second Alpha,” Ambrose snarls.

Except, I suddenly realize that Ambrose is trying not to smile as well.

Ambrose appears to protect himself (or believe that he’s protecting himself), by hiding how much he cares for us. But I can see it now beneath the coldness in his eyes.

It’s there in the way that his gaze flashes between us and he’s concentrating on our pleasure first.

Is this what he does?

Puts everyone’s needs before his own?

Has he been trying to do this for Vito all along?

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