Page 143 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Is it your snake cock again?”

Vito chuckles. “Maybe later. First…”

At the same time, Vito and Swan unbutton their pajama shirts. Benedict pulls the blanket down from his chin, beginning to wriggle free of the bedding.

“Is this another orgy?” I tease.

“Again, maybe later.” Vito glances at Ambrose. “You too.”

“Are you trying to give me an order?”

“I wouldn’t dare, sir.”

Ambrose still begins to undo his waistcoat and slip open the buttons of his shirt.

I stare around at them in surprise.

My throat is dry.

Ambrose clicks his fingers at Vito. “Stop lying around on people’s laps. Up.”

Vito rolls his eyes but scrambles off the bed to stand next to Ambrose.

Despite the fact that Ambrose is sitting down, he somehow manages to still seem like he’s larger than Vito. It could be the fact that Vito is slouching like an Emo James Dean.

When all the men reveal their chests in tandem, I gasp.

They’re marked in the same way.

A violet wolf’s head glows above their hearts. The wolf sparkles, as if it’s been tattooed onto their skin with diamond dust.

Underneath it in gold is the single word:

ROMEO

“Soul Marks.” I’m transfixed. “Feathers, you promised that if we were fated bonds, these would appear. They’re more beautiful than I imagined. We no longer have to pretend.”

“We never have to pretend about anything anymore. I can feel it in my heart and soul, JuJu.I can feel it here.” Swan presses his hand to his Soul Mark.

His eyes are gleaming with tears, and mine are too.

My connection is intense to those gorgeous pictures on their skin. The draw to reach out and touch them is magnetic.

“They appeared on each of us, when we bit you and the bond took.” Ambrose’s eyes are dark and possessive. “You have one over your heart as well. You belong to the Romeos forever now.”

I have a Soul Mark.

I smile, meeting Vito’s eye.

He’s smiling as widely as I am.

Ambrose leans forward and gently undoes my pajama top, button by button, to reveal the skin above my heart and a pretty violet wolf that glimmers as if with stardust above the wordROMEO.

I study it, before looking back at the matching designs on my men’s chests.

Ambrose plays his fingers over the Soul Mark, and I whine.

It’s Swan, however, who twists to me and dips his head to lick over the letters ofROMEO.

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