Page 4 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I know my best friend and dance partner better than anyone in the world.

He’s closer than family. We’re each other’s true pack.

Yet I can’t tell Swan that I’ve fallen in love with him because love between dancers is forbidden.

“Enjoying the view?” Swan asks without looking up.

How does he do that every time? Can he mind read my dirty thoughts?

“It is a lovely one, Feathers.” I smirk. “Why don’t you bend a little lower?”

Feathers is my nickname for my mentor. The other Betas think that it’s because he’s called Swan. It’s mostly because it’s so easy to ruffle his feathers.

I don’t have social media, Netflix, or dildos.

A girl needs to take her fun where she can.

Predictably, Swan growls in the way that sends chills down my spine and makes my pussy wet.

I push my thighs together.

Swan turns to look at me.

Swan has thick, inky black hair that falls over his face and curls at the base of his neck. He has dark brows and sharp cheekbones. He possesses a type of beauty that makes him look like he’s stepped out of an eighteenth century painting.

My breath hitches at the fire in his eyes.

“Or how about I remind you who’s in charge here?” Swan straightens, marching across the practice room in a way that thrills me.

I tilt up my chin. “That would be the little Omega.”

I like to play with fire, especially when I know that it’ll never burn me.

Swan’s beautiful silver eyes twinkle with amusement. “The mentee wants to take on the mentor, huh?”

He slams his hand on the mirror making it shake and caging me.

In the mirror, I look tiny next to him.

When Swan leans closer, his lemon and strawberry scent washes over me. It’s sharp and sweet at the same time, just like Swan is.

“You love a challenge,” I tease.

“As long as it helps us to win.” Swan’s gaze drops to my lips. His tongue darts out to wet his own. “When did you start calling Amby,Mr. Ambrose?”

“When he became CEO and artistic director of this company. Around the time that both our futures could be made or wrecked by him.”

“I remember when you told me the story about being the Omega who rescued the enemy Alpha. You saved Amby from your cousin’s gang of Alpha bullies in high school, then Amby left you those cute little love notes. You know, the rose shaped ones that you keep hidden under your mattress still…”

“Shut up.” I blush.

“Make me.” Swan’s voice sounds half way between a snarl and a laugh.

I love the way that his lips curl up at one side, baring his teeth.

Fuck, I wish that he could bite my neck.

Bite and bond me.

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