Page 26 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Slowly, he bunches my jersey and t-shirt beneath my armpits.

My naked skin goosebumps.

I flush at the worshipful way that Swan studies my breasts. Then the even more reverent way that he strokes over my left one.

When he thumbs at my nipple, it peaks. The sensation is electric. I’ve never felt anything like it.

Is this what I’ve been missing?

Swan’s watching me closely for my responses. He repeats the action over and over, until I’m squirming with pleasure beneath him.

“F-fuck, that feels…” I gasp. “Again.”

This time, he circles my tit experimentally, and it’s like there’s a thread inside me, yanking right to my core.

My eyes widen.

Hungrily, Swan lowers his head, attempting to tease out more moans from me. He licks across my tit, before sucking.

Ecstasy coils through me.

I lower my hand to the soft hair that curls at the base of Swan’s neck in reward, playing with it, as I’ve craved to during rehearsals.

He peers up at me, before his eyelashes flutter like I’m stroking his cock.

My Beta likes to be petted.

My eyes light up.

I’m storing away that knowledge: every place on his body that brings him pleasure in the same way that he is now with me.

When he pulls away, giving my nipple a final lick, I shiver.

Then he licks over my chest above my heart.

My brow furrows.

Are those letters?

ROMEO

“What are you…?” I ask.

“This is where the Soul Mark appears in fated bonds,” Swan replies with a hint of defiance. “We’re fated mates with Amby; I know it. If you bonded him, then we’d have a Soul Mark, just here. At least, can I pretend tonight?”

He can’t hide the pain in his voice.

He tries.

But I know him too well.

I nod.

I can feel theROMEOlike I’ve been marked.

I’m shocked by how much I love the feeling. I wish so fucking much that it was real.

Swan smooths his hands down my sides with the same care that he cradles me, during a performance.

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