Page 69 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I didn’t expect that he’d take it as literally as this.

On the other hand, being this close to Benedict is what I’ve hoped for and imagined from the moment that I saw him playing on the piano like an elven lord stepped out of his realm and into mine.

An elven lord with foxes on his gold threaded waistcoat, sparkling green eyes that have bewitched me, and an intoxicating honey scent.

He’s alluring. Talented.My soul mate.

And only that Rej bracelet marks him out as anything but perfect.

Fuck that.

Benedict doesn’t appear certain what to do with his arms as he attempts to embrace me like he hasn’t given many hugs in his life. Definitely like he hasn’t received them.

Without saying anything to draw attention to it, Swan simply rearranges Benedict’s arms, before he can feel uncomfortable. He shows him how to wrap his arms around my shoulders as I like.

Then he pats Benedict on the shoulder. “That’s perfect. Good Omega.”

Benedict gives a full body shudder.

Praise kink is definitely his thing.

But what Omega can resist being calledgood, especially if they’ve been made to believe that they’re bad?

When Benedict purrs directly against my ear, my eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

My own purr becomes louder in response.

Benedict’s purr is as aristocratically beautiful as he is, deep and rumbling.

The vibrations against my ear, as he alternately ducks his head to lick and daringly suck against my scent gland is enough for me to almost come from that alone.

“He is my soul mate,” I whisper to Swan.

“Wow, scent matches and soul mates in one day.” Swan whistles. “Christmas has come early.”

“Soul mate.” Benedict holds out his hand and waggles it at Swan. “I choose you as my Beta soul mate.”

“I’m not sure they exist, but sure, why not.” Swan grips Benedict’s hand, letting go the moment that Benedict flinches.

Benedict gives my neck one final lick. “May I kiss you?”

“Where?”

“On your pretty lips.”

“Please…yes. But are you allowed to?”

Benedict’s brow furrows. “You’re Juliet.”

“Yes…?”

“And Swan.”

“Well remembered.” Swan moves to cage Benedict from behind, until he’s caught safely between us.

I wish that we could take him back to our bed. Vito as well.

We could create a nest for all of us.

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