Page 23 of Knight Life In Vegas

“Could you pass me my purse?” I asked Dylan.

I unashamedly stared at his ass as he climbed off the bed and bent down to fetch it off the floor for me.

“Thank you.” I popped a dose out of the pill pack and let it dissolve under my tongue.

“What’s that?” Dylan asked.

“That’s rude,” said Eduardo, poking Dylan in the forehead.

“It’s fine. It’s just a scent blocker.”

“You’re killing me, princess.” Dylan pouted, looking every ounce the needy pup. “I’ve beendyingto know what your omega scent is.”

“It’s not that exciting.”

“You’re not the one who gets to breathe it in.” Eduardo dragged his nose up the column of my throat. “I’m curious about it, too.”

“Neither of you are showing offyourscents,” I pointed out.

“Our doses will wear off overnight,” Eduardo said.

I would be gone before that happened, but I didn’t say so out loud. They were both very insistent about getting to cuddle me after they had railed me senseless. Part of me wondered if I should be embarrassed by how strongly I reacted, but I was too tired to care that much.

I settled back against Eduardo’s chest and his arms wrapped around me, Dylan stretching out next to us with his head on my thigh. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Querida, you could never disappoint us. Why don’t we get some sleep?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” I adjusted until I was horizontal, the alphas sandwiching me in a cozy cocoon. Getting out once they had fallen asleep wouldn’t be easy, but it would need to be done. They were already far too much of a temptation, just like Francisco had been. His absence sat like an ache in my chest. I knew he was a scent match, and my intellectual denial of that out of spite for fate didn’t stop my body from craving him.

Maybe I had spent too long sleeping with the same man and now my body expected anyone that touched me to become a long-term addition. I didn’t need a new alpha, let alone three.

Dylan was out like a light, and Eduardo followed not long after. I did my absolute best to stay conscious, first listing out states, and then elements on the periodic table, and then every fruit I could think of trying to keep myself awake.

They both purred in their sleep.

The minutes crept by and I waited in silence to make sure they were fully asleep. I didn’t really want to leave. I was so damn comfortable and even thinking about getting up right now had my baser instincts rebelling.

Whispers of warm leather and tart cherries teased my nose, accompanied shortly after with lemon oil and pink peppercorns. Those elements sank down to the marrow of my bones and I clamped my teeth over my bottom lip to stop from cursing out loud.

Was fate fuckingseriousright now?

Two morescent matches.

How was it possible that my two valiant attempts at one-night stands had led me to scent matches every time?

I wasn’t ready.

Staring down the barrel of forever made my stomach turn. I simply refused to entertain the life fate was trying to throwat me. It could put a hundred scent matches in my path and I wouldn’t accept a single one of them. I hadn’t been independent for decades and I wasn’t going to give up that opportunity just because I was supposed to.

I wriggled as carefully as I could to the bottom of the bed and slid gracelessly to the floor. I collected my clothes in the dark and dressed by the light of my phone screen in the bathroom. My feet screamed when I slid them back into my heels, but I wasn’t going to traipse over hotel carpeting barefoot.

With every instinct yelling at me not to go, I turned the door handle and slipped out of the room, ordering a rideshare on my way down to the lobby. I felt like a dick with every step, but the guilt couldn’t overwhelm panic, knowing that if I stayed, if I let fate dictate who I was meant to be with, I could end up in exactly the same position I’d just escaped.

I messaged Ava, my fingers shaking.

Charlotte:

Are you awake?

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