Page 158 of Juliet & Her Romeos

With a howl, we both come at the same time.

Vito’s eyes are blown wide at the orgasm that’s been wrenched from both him and through the bond.

I fall forward as well, trembling at the intensity of our new connection.

“Okay?” Swan checks.

Both Vito and I nod, shakily.

I’m too exhausted and sated to do more than allow Vito’s cock to slip from my pussy, before I collapse forward onto his lap. He loops his arms around my waist and rests his forehead tiredly against mine.

“I ordered a gaming morning,” Ambrose says frostily from the doorway. “But it appears that you arranged an orgy, Vito.”

“I lost the racing car game, sir.” Vito waves his hand in the air like it’s a white flag. “Losers get punished.”

“Then why aren’t you being spanked?”

Protectively, Swan lets go of Vito and launches himself to his feet to stand in front of both Vito and me. “You promised that you didn’t discipline your pack, Amby.”

Ambrose looks surprised and then hurt. “I was teasing.”

“It’s this whole bantering vibe that we have going on,” Vito explains. “I brat, he pretends to tame me; everyone’s a winner. Well, apart from me today because I suck at racing games.”

Swan’s expression gentles, before he prowls to Ambrose. “Come and join us then. All work and no play makes Amby a dull Alpha. How about I see if I can kickyourass? Vito boasts that you’re the reigning champion.”

“Do I get to punish you, if I win?” Ambrose arches his brow. “And in case it’s not clear, that was also teasing.”

Swan reaches up to smooth down the front of Ambrose’s tie, before tightening his hold on it. “You canpunishme for hours…”

Ambrose’s amber eyes become molten, before he clears his throat. “Let go of my tie. You’re creasing the silk. I still have meetings to attend.”

Swan rolls his eyes. “Your loss.”

“It is.” When Ambrose’s expression becomes troubled, worry rushes through me. “I’ve just had a call from Mom. She knows that I’m here, but not about the bonding. Yet she only allowed me back from England to oversee the choosing of the principals, as well as the annual Rose vs Slipper Ballet Contest becauseshe had to be in Paris with Laurent. If I lose that contest, she informed me that she’s going to send me back to England, permanently.”

“No,” I gasp.

I’m flooded with fear. I clasp more tightly onto Vito.

In England, Omegas have no rights.

Benedict is terrified of being sent back there. What would happen to Swan and me?

“I won’t let that happen,” Ambrose promises. “With Swan and you dancing, we’ll win. We must because if Mom also finds out that I’ve bonded without permission, it’s the only way to stop her punishing the entire pack. And she won’t be teasing or playacting. Her punishments are more brutal than you can imagine.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Romeo Hall, Sanctum

“It’s New Year’s Eve and a beautiful night, JuJu. Why don’t we stargaze in the garden?” Swan wraps me in my woolen coat, before I can protest.

Suspicious.

Why is he rushing me outside?

“Romantic,” I reply, cautiously.

“Just you by yourself.”

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