Page 87 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Swan throws himself off me to the side. “Of course it was. I am a sex god, after all.”

And the Swan I know is back.

I smile fondly. Swan turns to face me, slinging his arm around my waist.

“And how soon can the sex god go again?” I ask, casually.

How do ordinary people get anything done if they can dothatany time that they want?

Isfree timejust a euphemism for rutting?

Swan preens, before glancing down at his limp cock. “Give me half an hour, and the batteries on this gift will be fully charged.”

“Efficient.”

When there’s a loud knock on the door, I jump.

Swan scowls, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over me to cover me. I scowl back at him, grabbing another one to also cover him.

I can be possessive too.

Why is someone knocking?

Ambrose, Vito, and Benedict are already bonded. This is their home. They can walk into any room that they like, right?

“What do we do?” Swan asks, bewildered.

He has even less experience of living outside the academy than I do.

I clear my throat. “Who is it?”

“Just me,” Vito’s voice calls through the door. “Merry Christmas!”

I grin. “Merry Christmas!”

To my surprise, Swan remains silent.

I shoot him a glare, but he merely ducks his head.

“Don’t worry, I won’t come in if you’re not dressed or are having fun, sexy times,” Vito continues. I blush. “I just wanted to tell you that your Christmas breakfast is nearly ready. Why don’t you get dressed and come down for your first treat? I want to make sure that today is special for you, okay?”

“Okay.” I pull the blanket more tightly around myself.

Then I narrow my eyes at Swan. “Spill.”

“What?” When Swan tries to avoid my eyes again, I tug the blanket away from him. “If you keep secrets, I’ll claim nesting rights and become territorial.” I start to worm the blanket between us. “You stay on that side…”

Laughing, Swan catches my hand. “I don’t dare provoke an Omega in their own nest.”

“So, tell me.” I unwind the blanket and gently lay it over him again.

Swan nestles closer to me, as if to make sure of his place in the nest and to be certain that I can’t shove him onto his side of it again.

“I saw tattoos on the back of Vito’s hands last night,” Swan admits. “It made me remember some things that I thought I’d forgotten.”

I comfortingly lay my arm around him. “Like what?”

“My pack was ancient but poor. We believed in traditions that aren’t often written down in books but are passed on by word of mouth like fated mates, which others call myths. We thought that the wealthy pack who took us in were saving us, but in fact, they were forcing us into becoming their servants…and selling some of us off like they did me.”

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