Page 134 of Lost
“It means you’ll never be alone again unless you choose to be. No more taking yourself ice skating alone, or missing out on lifebecause you don’t have someone to go with you,” he whispers against my lips.
Despite it being so cold out, his lips are soft and warm as he kisses me. His tongue flicks along the seam of my lips, teasing me into opening them. This is exploratory, sweet, and all-consuming. It feels very unlike him, showing me there are many sides I don’t know yet. When he lifts his head, I’m breathing hard and shocked, because I’m unused to this version of him.
Caleb is as much of a bull in a china shop as his brother, but the intensity in his gaze speaks of possession and protectiveness while not affecting my independence. It’s everything I’ve wanted from him.
“Are you done tongue fucking my sister?” Hollis teases Caleb.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be done,” he murmurs, tucking me against him as he smooths out my hair.
My sister glances at me and I give her my slightly unfocused attention, my legs unsteady from the unbridled arousal Caleb’s kiss brought on.
“I suppose I can be on board with that,” Hollis muses. “Where are we going to eat? I’m starving and cold.”
“Morgana’s is nearby,” Felix says. “They have a little of everything and killer hot cocoas.”
Lars pulls out his phone with a nod. “I’ll make sure they can accommodate our group.”
As he walks a couple of steps away to call them, Caleb chuckles. “He’s making sure that they can accommodate you, Nova,” he says. “Lars has become obsessed with calling ahead to ensure that you aren’t accidentally glutanized.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” I admit. “Sometimes there’s wheat in a restaurant’s seasonings and they don’t tell you or know. Having your insides riot is terrifying.”
Hollis’ eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Lars is pretty even keeled at restaurants until you fuck with dietaryrestrictions or customer service. He’ll flip a fucking table if they ever do that shit to you.”
“It’s a good thing he’s currently putting the fear of God into whoever he’s speaking to then,” Caleb chuckles, watching as Lars gets animated on the phone.
My alpha looks very smug when he walks back over to us, clearly finished with his call and pocketing his phone.
“They can accommodate us,” he says simply, making Brice smirk.
“You are every restaurant’s nightmare, aren’t you?” Brice asks.
“I’m very polite about my scariness,” Lars shrugs. “How they react to that is on them.”
Hollis snags my hand, shaking her head. “Walk with me while Lars bangs on his chest proudly,” she says. “If we don’t start walking to the parking lot now, we’ll never get dinner.”
Smiling, I walk with her as the guys tease each other.
“This has been the best day,” I say happily.
“Emilia got fired, I got to stab the bitch, and I’m on a double date with my sister. Sounds like it is,” she says.
Hollis told us about her experience with Emilia and what happened at ROWS earlier. I would be a wreck if I got into a fight with that wretched woman, but my sister? Cool as a cucumber and twice as smug.
“The only downside is your missing knife,” I murmur.
“It gives me a reason to shop for a new one,” she shrugs. “I’ll probably steal two of your alphas away. They have a way of scaring people into giving me the best prices without having to be the scary one.”
Hollis’ blood lust issues are clearly the culprit as to why, so I can understand her not wanting to put herself in a situation where she’ll have to deal with the frustration of a shady armsdealer. The fact that I’m as understanding about this really does legitimize Caleb and Lars’ insistence that I’m a mafia daughter.
“Steal away,” I agree. “I, ah, have a weird question that is related to my body rejecting my bond bite.”
Hollis takes a deep breath as she nods, waiting. We haven’t really had a chance to talk about it, but I know she knows it’s being rejected because Lars told her about the end result of the doctor appointment.
“Tyde thinks that while the bond is being rejected because of a mixture of things like my fucked up heat, the way the four of us began, and my lack of trust in alphas. He mentioned too that my past and trauma may have something to do with it as well,” I rush out quickly.
He admitted that he called a therapist earlier today while I was at work and that it may be helpful. Tyde also mentioned that Hollis may have a better idea if the therapist is any good because she tends to hear things through the grapevine. The therapist admitted that she works with local organizations pro bono, and that her practice is aligned with helping clients of all designations work through personal struggles, but refused to say which organizations.
I want to know if it’s Omega’s Haven, however I understand that the therapist is protecting her clients. My sister doesn’t have any such restrictions with me.
