Page 37 of Patiently Yours
I just shrug, but Kendall protests. I didn’t notice before, but his anger is palpable. “No. Seriously, Stacia. He should never have said that. And he shouldn’t judge you for what you decide to do in your free time.”
I think about the other drugs I’ve done, and his judgement of those. They felt more like a rebellious action. It excited me to know he didn’t approve of my trips. Not to mention, it started to help me more as he found more unique ways to berate me. That’s something I haven’t admitted to anyone. That if I was off getting high or tripping, I didn’t have to think about the disaster that was my relationship. I didn’t have to deal with it, and that was very welcoming at the time.
I swallow audibly. “So you don’t think using drugs is bad?”
“Here’s what I personally think,” Ciro starts, “I think weed is perfectly fine to consume with the right intention.”
“Intention?”
“Like… I enjoy it, but I also know I can have a good time without it. I’m not smoking ittohave a good time. Know what I mean?”
I think about our time on the dance floor, and the night we spent at their house playing charades and never have I ever. I had a wonderful time with both, and I would have had a good time sober, I think.
In fact, I haven’t even been itching to do anything harder than weed since the last time I saw Derek. Maybe there’s a correlation there.
Not that I’ll explain that to them right now. I feel like I’ve already cracked the surface of my broken spots enough for tonight.
I hand the joint back; he hits it before putting it out and stands. “I’m going to get us more drinks. Maybe just steal a bottle.”
“Can we drink it here?” I ask, because I quite like the peace that we’ve created between the three of us in this semi-dark corner.
“You’ve got it. I’ll be right back.”
He leaves us, and I’m left with a beautiful, blond alpha, feeling a lot more floaty and happy than I did a moment ago.
“Will you tell me more about your childhood with Atlas?”
He rests his head against the tree behind him, looking off into space like he could see said childhood all too clearly.
“We both had pretty normal, tame childhoods. We met in the 3rd grade and never really separated after that.” He gives a small laugh. “He got me into hockey, actually. Kept me out of trouble early on. I had a knack for getting detention and disrupting class. He helped me rein it in. When we were teenagers, we started to suspect we were pack but it wasn’t until we met Uriah and Ciro that the bond clicked all the way.”
“It’s weird how biology works that way.”
“It is,” he replies. “But what’s even weirder is that we’re all a bit more in tune with each other now after meeting you. It’s like the last piece of the puzzle kind of… nuzzled its way in.”
I find myself blushing, not sure how to respond to that. It’s intense, the way his words hit me right in my chest. I’m conscious of the fact that he is my scent match, thattheyare, but a part of me keeps forgetting what that means. That this could beforever. Because, honestly, it feels too good to be true, and if I let myself believe it, something rotten will find its way to this perfect thing I’m a part of. And I can’t stand the idea of that happening.
But then one of them looks at me the way Kendall is looking at me right now, and I melt right into the absurdity of it all.
“You and Ciro had fun inside.” Kendall says this as a statement, watching me with a subtle smirk. I lick my lips as I bask in his attention once more.
“It seems like you liked what you saw.” I have absolutely no idea what possesses me to say it, but it’s out before I can think better of it.
“I did. An alluring omega, dancing with my pack mate and having a wonderful time. You two seemed to get…closeon that dance floor. And that’s also something I like to see.”
“And why didn’t you join us?”
He chuckles, leaning closer to me. “I was having a good time. Sometimes watching someone beautiful writhe in pleasure is almost as glorious as basking in pleasure yourself.”
My eyes fall to his lips. They look so soft. Gosh, when was the last time I’d been kissed properly? I long for it now.
His face is so close to mine. I feel like there’s a magnet drawing us together, and when he looks down at my own lips, I give in and meet him in the middle. The kiss is soft, experimental, right before it turns into an intoxicating explosion. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue finding mine in a battle of dominance. It sends shockwaves down my spine, and I feel the sudden urge to beg for something. Anything.
I just wantmore.
Climb on his lap and ride him like a bull.
For once, I’m in agreement with my omega.
