Page 58 of Juliet & Her Romeos

But Swan and I are rebels, even if our biggest resistance to authority comes through snacking.

Plus, Swan is literally being starved, while the cakes smelled seriously tempting.

So, Swan and I hid down the side of his bed, which shielded us from anyone who’d look in through the door. Then we devoured those cakes.

And they were the most delicious things that I’ve tasted.

I felt high — floating — afterward.

Swan and I sat, holding hands and smiling at each other.

The thrill of getting away with eating those treats was like a drug.

Swan pulled me into a hungry kiss, licking the smeared frosting off the corners of my lips. His mouth tasted sweet, and I kissed back just as eagerly.

Then Swan’s eyes flashed with fire, before he pushed me onto my back, kissing down my jaw, neck, and finally down the front of my leotard.

I shivered, as he pushed at my thighs, and I let them splay open. My breathing was rapid. It felt like we’d discovered our own secret world in this space behind the bed with the taste of forbidden sugar on our tongues.

Swan licked and sucked on the outside of my leotard, mouthing at the material over my pussy, until I was wet and moaning.

I arched, grabbing his hair.

He groaned, as I tugged on it.

So, he liked that…?

Experimentally, I yanked on his hair again.

Swan growled against the cloth in his mouth, and the vibrations went straight to my core.

Intense pleasure wound though me.

“Tonight,” Swan swore, looking up at me through his butterfly thick lashes, “my tongue is going to taste the nectar between your thighs. I’ve been desperate to worship this pussy of yours. I’ll strip you naked, lie you out on our bed, and…”

“What if I lieyounaked on the bed?” I challenged.

He arched his brow. “And what would you do with me?”

“Anything I want. Isn’t that what you promised?”

“Then you’d bettermake me.” Swan licked sensually from the front of my pussy to the back. “Grab my hair like you are now, Ash Queen, and ride my face to take your pleasure any way that you fucking want. A wild Beta is better than a tame one.”

“F-f-fuck, just, don’t stop.” I bucked harder, holding his face in place against my clit, which he sucked through the material.

Hit by wave after wave of intense pleasure, I came.

In the midst of this high stress week, Vito gave us that moment of precious happiness.

No matter what else, I won’t forget it.

Now, it’s evening.

Since Swan and I sneaked out again after curfew to practice, we’re only dressed in a thin black t-shirt with the purple rose emblem of the Romeos embroidered on it, and black boxer shorts.

“It’s not surprising that in the last four years Amby became lonely and wanted a pack.” Swan grins. “He always was dominant. And that Little Snake would look gorgeous bent over and—”

“Hey.” I bump my cheek into the back of Swan’s head. “No fantasizing about Vito.”

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