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“It’s the most—the best thing I’ve smelled in my life.”
“If you really cared for me, more than just a belly to fill with your Alpha brood, you’d help Mario put on his music show,” I countered, trying to wildly think of any way to chase them off. “He has some very unique talents.”
“Fine,” Rook said immediately, crossing his arms over that massive chest.
Something squirmed and turned over deep inside me, and I gritted my teeth to ignore how I felt slick begin to pump between my legs.
If I was going to forgive them, it would be because I trusted them and because I thought there was something more than just thinking with their knots.
Not because of anything like raw attraction.
CHAPTER30
Teddy
Iput the picnic basket down beside Piper.
“Sorry I was late,” I whispered, greedily taking in the sight of her long limbs in that loose boho sundress. “I wanted to make sure you had those little petit fours you liked.”
“You missed the first two songs,” she said disapprovingly, but I saw her hand move toward the basket, and my heart did flip-flops thinking that she was going to eat any of the food we had packed for her.
There was something unbelievably erotic about the idea of Piper putting anything in her mouth that I had touched.
I was so desperate for any contact with her.
“Sorry, baby girl,” I said. “I’m ready to listen now.”
My heart pounded as she put one of the petit fours in her mouth, the tongue piercing a metallic glint for a second before she filled her mouth with cream.
We were lying on a quilt out on the Capitol park lawns, the best outdoor music venue in the city, and all I could think about was what her tongue piercing would feel like on my cock.
But I tried to forget my fucking horned-up feral state and focus on listening to the concert with Piper and my Pack.
Now were Cesar, Mario and Rafi good?
They weren't exactlygood. Were they loud? Yes, they were definitely loud.
I’d had no idea the accordioncouldbe played that loudly.
Or that Polish polka/punk fusion was a musical genre.
But I didn’t care. It was enough for me just to sit next to my Omega in the grass.
Mario was the lead singer and clearly considered himself to be the star of the show, as he grabbed the microphone passionately and launched into his solo of his song,
She’s got a Pierogi-loving pussy
And she’ll get it from me
As his ear-splitting yowls settled over the stunned crowd, Piper bit into a fresh apple with a crunch.
“Wouldn't you rather be anywhere else than here?” she asked, leaning back, her hair falling long and thick down her back.
“Hell no,” I said quickly.
Rook took a platter from the picnic basket.
“Pearl lobster?” he asked, holding up the bright delicacy.
