Page 24 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Swan looks confused but obeys.

That obedience is precious because Swan is the most defiant man I’ve met for everybody but me. He doesn’t submit even for Alphas.

He’s a wolf for the rest of the world but a lamb when he wants to be for his little Omega.

I close my eyes.

Tentatively, I reach out and trace over Swan’s thick, soft brows. I hear his breath hitch.

I tilt my head, concentrating as I map out my best friend and now lover’s face like I’ve longed to.

I want to be able to know Swan even by touch or feel in the dark.

Know him anywhere by his citrus and strawberry scent and the shape of his face, even if we’re locked away in shadows.

My Feathers.

I stroke over Swan’s sharp cheekbone, before finding out the slope of his nose. Then I touch my fingertip to his plush lips, which part like they’ve always been waiting there to welcome me.

His tongue swipes out and licks me.

My heart thumps loudly.

I feel the type of euphoric lightness that I’ve only had before, when I’ve been pirouetting.

When my eyes snap open, I’m staring straight into Swan’s silver flecked eyes.

Our faces are so close.

It’s agony to think that we’ll ever need to be further away from each other than we are now.

Dread forms a cold ball in my stomach that he could become Dimitri’s or that I could be sent to the Omega Institute.

If that happened, would Swan forget me?

“Let’s never stop loving each other, okay?” I whisper, urgently.

“I wouldn’t know how to stop loving you.” Swan kisses me, tender and like he can force me to believe him in each swipe of his tongue. “Remember the deal…? In secret, I’m your Beta, and you’re my Omega.”

I nod, but my pulse is roaring.

Swan’s gaze is searching. “Shh, take a breath. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

At last, I allow myself to relax.

Swan is my mentor. Protector. And pack.

Somehow, we’re going to survive this week, together.

“Now, I believe my Queen was about to deal with this rebel. But what she doesn’t realize is that rebels fight back,” Swan snarls with a wicked gleam in his eye.

He pulls away, snatching the bottom of my jersey and teasing it between his finger and thumb. Then he lowers his nose to its purple striped shoulder and sniffs, deeply.

“Almond scented Cognac. It’s like Amby is in bed with us.” Swan arches his brow.

My cheeks flush.

Fuck, that would be hot.

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