Page 46 of Marigold Run

“Really?” Everly sits a little taller. She holds her breath, and I nod. “We can have a picnic out there or just spend the afternoon. Whatever you want to do!” She’s filled with bubbly energy again. It’s very cute.

“Let’s do it,” I say, moving my attention from Everly to the alpha next to me. The urge to put him in his place for upsetting Everly is strong. “Just because an alpha is too scared to hang out at a cemetery, doesn’t mean I am.”

Everly instantly giggles and Dassy frowns as if struggling to understand me.

“Youwantto hang out with a bunch of dead bodies and crumbling rocks in the middle of the woods?” he asks like it’s themost ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. It makes me want to do it even more.

“I like ghosts,” I say simply. “They don’t boss me around.”

Dassy’s expression shifts and a playful smirk takes hold. “Youdon’tlike being bossed around? I thought omegas loved that shit.”

“Fuck, no,” I snap, and Everly laughs again.

“What are you laughing about, little one?” Dassy turns his intense energy to the beta at his side. “Youlovebeing told what to do.” His voice is deep and rumbly, filled with a devious meaning.

Everly’s eyes go wide and her cheeks dust pink. “Do I?” she asks, but I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. She’s nervous.Maybe turned on?

“Yes,” Dassy says in a deep purr, and my core begins to tingle. “Youlovebeing told exactly what to do, and what a good girl you are when you do it.” He pinches Everly’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, making her open her mouth. The movement is so controlled and forceful at the same time. It makes me shift, eager to see what he’ll do next to the beta. “You like being a good girl for me.” He pushes his thumb into her mouth, slipping it over her wet, pink tongue. “Don’t you, pretty girl?”

Everly lets out a soft hum and her eyes float closed.

The scent of thick alpha pheromones grows, filling my lungs. Dassy smells so intense. Soft earth and deep, spicy basil swirl around me and my nipples go tight.

I wish Izan was here to pull the ache out of my pussy.I jerk at the wild thought, ripping myself back to reality.

Panic grips me, followed by rage.

You don’t want Izan,I remind myself.You don’t want him to touch you or lick you, or to make you come like no man has before.

Images from last night flash through my mind, consuming me with depraved sights and sounds: I can see Izan’s firm, chiseled body and long, thick shaft. I can practically feel the way his fat cock drove into me, over and over again, until I shattered around him. I came so hard last night, my pussy ached for hours afterward.

My clit pulses from the memory and my eyes flutter as the sound of kissing fills the room. The swift tingle in my nipples grows, spreading to my belly, and I grow dizzy.

What’s happening to me?

Alarm bells go off, and I fear it might be an early symptom of my heat. It shouldn’t be starting this soon. The medication Havenfield gave me should keep my hormones under control for a full thirty days—at least—and it’s only been just over a week. I should still have time.

But apparently, not much.

“You’re home early!” Everly gasps excitedly, her sudden outburst making me jump. She squeals as she crawls over Dassy and out of the nesting couch.

I suck in a deep breath, then force myself to focus. My pussy still tingles with desire, arousal making my folds slick, but I do my best to ignore it, as I turn slightly.

Izan and Hutch both pause to greet Everly as they enter the spacious sunroom. Izan’s cut muscles display through his tight gray slacks and black button-up. Hutch is in a black shirt and jeans, his physique identical to Dassy’s. I wonder if their bodies feel the same too.

Is Hutch as commanding with Everly as Dassy is?

Do they kiss the same?

Fuck the same?

Or are they wildly different? Identical bodies, giving their lover two very different experiences?

“You okay?” Dassy whispers, pulling me from my shameful thoughts.

“What?” I shake my head as I squint, caught off guard. “What did you say?” I lick my lips and swallow, thankful he can’t tell what I was thinking about.

“You looked like you went away for a second there,” Dassy says softly, slipping his thumb down the side of my face. It’s such a delicate touch, so sweet and loving.

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