Page 59 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Of course, I’m a hypocrite. All afternoon, I’ve been imagining Vito caught between Swan and me. What would it feel like in mornings to wake up in bed with both Alpha and Beta spooning me? To have vanilla espresso and citrus strawberry scents mingling in my nest?

To have my lips stretched by Vito’s cock, while Swan pounded into the Alpha from behind? Or to be bent over the barre, while sucking Swan’s cock, at the same time as being fucked by Vito? Or Vito could be tonguing me, while Swan jerked him off?

Two partners truly does make life more fun for creative people. How much better would three be?

“Why not?” Swan demanded. “Did you see how tight Vito’s ass was in those leather trousers?”

How could I miss it?

“It’s just…” I bite my lip. “You know what Olivia is like. What the fucking Romeos are like. Did you imagine that they’d have wanted…?”

“A biker baker in their pack?” Swan laughs. “I thought Amby would be forced into a bond with some preppy knothead. Someone Traditional more like your cousin, if they weren’t mortal enemies.”

Bile rises up my throat. “Never imagine Amby and Silas together again.”

“But Silas on his knees being face fucked by Amby is my best jerking off material,” Swan says, low and sensual.

Jerk.

I nip his ear in retaliation.

Swan twirls me around in a sudden move that makes me squeal.

He laughs, and I breathlessly laugh too.

Only Swan can make me forget my worries and fears.

He hefts me further up his back and begins walking toward the practice room again. “I bet that he chose Vito because he has a big dick. I could tell in those trousers. A really. Big. Cock.”

I choke on my tongue.

Now that’s something I’m happy to imagine.

“Monster cock or not, if it was me, I’d have chosen Vito as our Alpha.” I blush. “He’s different to any other one that I’ve met. He spoke to us like we’re equals. He didn’t hurt or degrade you. He cared that you’d injured your arm and tore up his special shirt to stop it bleeding.” I glance at the plaster that I put over Swan’s cut to replace Vito’s torn t-shirt. I hope that Swan will behealed enough by Friday for us to be able to remove the plaster. Imperfections like that could make us lose. Our industry sucks like that. “He’s funny and sweet and protective and—”

“He stepped in front of the cane for me.” Swan’s thick brows furrow. “I hope that he’s okay. It was a hard whack. He took the punishment…for me.”

He sounds confused.

Lost.

It’s too large to think that there may be Alphas in America who would do that: take the pain for Betas, rather than give it.

“Amby selected a good man as his Second Alpha,” I say, quietly. Does that mean my enemy (even if he is my first love), has grown up to become a good man too? “Their Omega will be lucky.”

“Their Beta too.”

Should I tell Swan about Vito being my scent match?

I don’t keep secrets from him. We’ve shown too much of our shattered souls to each other over the years for that.

Swan’s possessive, but I trust him to understand. In fact, with the way that he’s crushing on Vito, I have a feeling that he’ll be relieved that I like him too.

“Feathers…?” I kiss Swan’s hair.

“We’re here.” When Swan carefully lowers me to the ground, I grab him by the arm to stop him entering the studio. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you earlier, then Miss Katerina came storming out and…” I take a deep breath. “Viper’s my scent match.”

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