Page 34 of Wicked Truths

Marcus’s hands grip my hips, lifting and tossing me onto the bed. He smirks, prowling over me as I stare up at him from my back. “You got the princess bedroom.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Are you going to invite me to share your bed?”

I laugh as he grinds against me. “Maybe, if you try really hard not to be an asshole.”

He snorts. “I’m not sure I can make those kinds of promises, but I won’t be a dick to you. Does that count?”

“Yeah.” I push my mouth to his, licking over the seam of his lips. He lets me in, and his piercing swirls around my tongue as he growls into the kiss, grinding over me like he does when he’s inside me. That piercing always takes a little getting used to when we’re kissing, but I’m quite fond of it when he flicks it over my clit. My hand brushes down the back of his head as he smiles against my mouth.

“Do you think Liam knows?” He runs his teeth down my neck, keeping his voice low. I frown, unsure if he means that we’re together or if he’s talking about my designation. “Sorry, I meant that you’re an omega.”

“Probably not,” I groan. “But he might if you keep that up, I’ll be perfuming in no time.”

“Yeah, your suppressants kind of suck,” Marcus agrees. “I’ve been meaning to ask why you even still take them.”

My breath catches as my impulses hum in delight at the thought of riding out a heat with my alpha. I’ve never had an actual heat before. I’ve been taking suppressants since I was seventeen and the first one tried to start. My mouth opens, but no words come out.

Marcus teases his hand over the top of my head as he brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “It’s all right. I wasn’t trying to pressure you into anything. It was just a question.”

“Uh-hm.” Sullivan’s voice makes me jolt. He’s standing in the small doorway with his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans.

My heart races.

The press ran with our pictures, and the Ruined Records rep made a statement that we are together.

Sullivan hasn’t said a word to me about it, but it’s clear he knows.

Marcus smirks, brushing his lips over mine one final time before rolling to the side and looking at Sullivan. “What’s up?”

“The tour coordinator wants to have a word with all of us before we head out.” Sulli spins around, leaving without another word.

“Shall we do it?” Marcus squeezes my hip, wiggling his eyebrows.

I snort a laugh. I’m really enjoying this new playful side of him that only I get to see. “Let’s go.”

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The first few weeks of shows are pure chaos as we learn how to perform together. No amount of practice can compare to the feeling of being live on stage with an audience bringing their own energy into the mix.

Our days are spent mostly sleeping until ridiculous hours, and our afternoons are full of sound checks and getting the feel for each stage.

It’s become quite evident how lucky I am to have Marcus and Liam always at the ready. It’s convenient having them to distract the female fans. They know exactly how to play to the audience, and it takes a lot of pressure off me as lead.

Despite all of that, my anxiety hasn’t lessened, and the larger venues are starting to send me into a panic more than ever before.

Mourning Glory is playing their set. As soon as they’re done, we’ll be called to the stage. My Converse shoes slap against the greenroom carpet as I try to get my nerves under control.

Being an omega is a pain in the ass. My entire body is filled with frantic energy. The venue took my breath away when I saw it. It’s impossible to see all the seats from the stage, but all those people will be focused on us.

Why did I think I could do this? It’s not even a huge arena like some of the shows Lyric put on with Ruin. There are just over four thousand seats out there. During the Damian Sinclair memorial show they were playing to thirty-thousand people. The show in Vegas was more than that.

I’m a total fraud. A fake. There’s no way four thousand people will be satisfied listening to me sing.

“Hey,” Hawk says, coming into the room. He closes the door behind him.

I spin around, but my hands are actually shaking.

There’s a real possibility I will vomit before I make it on stage tonight.

I’m not sure if it’s normal to be this anxious for each performance.

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