Page 40 of Nest Of Lies

I inhale and try to see if I can smell rain again, but I can’t. This time, all I can smell is bergamot. I moan at the light citrus scent as it fills me with an aching longing.

I ponder the strange scents in the house. Perhaps they are using body sprays or different deodorants.

Ianto and Valen stop in the doorway. I ignore their searching stares. I’m too embarrassed and the aching need between my legs is still throbbing. Zaden would kill me.

“Ranger, you need to get off your ass today. Prez wants his VP doing actual work.”

Ranger groans. “No. I want to stay here and play with Lia.”

“Yes! Get dressed and come sit out in the lounge. The prospects will be over soon.”

Ranger whines and grabs me, pulling me back down onto his makeshift bed and flinging his arm and leg over me, pinning me. I can’t even stop the roll of my hips, the way my stomach gets tight and tingly, my nipples stiffen, my body betrays me, the . It’s an all over body reaction that only happens when one of these five pack members touch me. I’m shocked, surprised, and elated, joyfully submitting to the feel of this alpha smothering me. My heart pounds, and when he snuggles his face into my neck, I just about die.

I need more. My mouth waters, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me.

“Ranger,” I pretend to protest, but my voice is weak. Needy.

He snuggles harder. “Tell them I can’t work today.”

I glance up at Ianto and Valen. “He can’t work today,” I sound breathless and stunned.

Ranger shifts, and I suck in a breath. He lifts his head, staring at me intensely. There’s a hard bulge hidden behind his boxers, and it’s pressed against my stomach. It’s right there.

Everything but him fades away. It’s just the two of us.

“Lia,” Ranger flexes his hips, and that bulge rubs against me. I can’t stop my legs from parting, my hips rolling. I pant and moan.

“Ranger-”

“Get out,” Ranger says without looking up. “OUT! Now!”

I shudder.

“Lia, what’s going on with you?” Ranger doesn’t sound like he wants this. He sounds scared.

I squirm and pant, my fingers glide across his chest, and then I lean forward to lick. I just need a little taste.

“Lia, focus,” Ranger groans. “You’re, whoa, what is that smell?”

I let out a whimpering whine, and suddenly, he’s off me and on the other side of the space, kneeling there, watching me intently. I sit up and move towards him, needing more of whatever that was. But he steps backwards and away from me.

“Lia, something’s wrong. I think you might be sick.”

Those words. Those damnable, damnable words. They douse everything, reminding me that I’m just a broken beta. I pull myself up, ignoring the shudder as my pussy clenches on air and more wetness seeps out of me.

“I apologise, Alpha Mirakill,” I say without looking at him. “You’re right, I’m not myself.”

“Damn it, Lia, that’s not what I meant!”

I shake my head and back out of the room as he struggles to get to his feet. I disappear before anyone can spot me, going up to my favourite spot.

I pull my knees to my chest and watch out the window. There’s no joy in my view today.

“You’re sick.”

“Sick.”

“Something’s wrong with you.”

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