Page 46 of The Packaged Deal
“Ah, yes. That.”
“Sven and Adrian don’t let anyone in. People don’t include them or talk to them much. They are happy to be on their own for the most part. I think that perhaps they don’t know what to do with you. And when you say things like that with so much indifference, it brings out their protective instincts.”
“So, I should stop. That would be the right thing to do?”
“Sure. Stop.” Kandi hesitates. “Or you could just be you and let the cards fall where they fall.”
“I like how your brain works, Kandi.”
Kandi leans in closer, and I stiffen, watching her intently as that citrus scent drugs me into a happy stupor.
She’s going to kiss me. Oh, my, she’s going to kiss me. How’s my breath? Can’t check right now. Damn it. I hope I don’t embarrass myself. She’s so beautiful.
Kandi pulls away, a mug from the table in her hands and a knowing, evil smile on her lips.
No! That was cruel and humiliating.
I fold my arms under my breasts and glower at her.
“Something wrong, Omega?”
“Yes,” I snap. I slide off the table and stalk into the kitchen. She turns to face me, and I reach up and grab her hair at the nape of her neck.
“I can’t stop thinking about kissing you. What you taste like,” I snarl at her. “And you keep teasing me.”
“So? What are you going to do about it?”
The seductive challenge in her voice sets my arousal on fire. I stand up on my tiptoes and brush my nose along her jawline. She’s so soft compared to the alphas. Everything about her is different. Even where our chests meet, feeling her breasts press against me is a different kind of torture.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
She turns her head towards me, just a little. My lips brush the corner of hers.
“Kandi, kiss me,” I whine. “Please.”
She inhales on a shudder and turns her face towards me, our mouths latch together, her tongue presses into my mouth, flooding me with citrus, the softness of her lips is so erotic that I’m instantly lost in her. In seconds, I’m lost to her.
She tears her mouth away and ignores my whimpers. “There. You got what you wanted. Go to bed.”
I sink back onto my heels and glare at her. “Kandi, I can smell how wet you are. I know you want me. You can pretend, but at the end of the day…you want me, and I want you, too.”
Kandi turns away from me, her body brushing mine. It’s so frustrating that I just stare while she, too, runs from me. Eventually, I go to bed, but my dreams are full of frustrating depictions of me chasing my alphas and my beta through a maze of my own making.
thirteen
Sven
“Well, this is cowardly,” Kandi says as she approaches us.
Adrian doesn’t even tense. He just stares morosely into the dark.
“This isn’t cowardice, it’s a strategic retreat.”
“Hiding. Cowardly. Dictionary, look it up,” Kandi says and sits beside me. “But paint me yellow-bellied.”
“She got you, too?”
“Oh, yeah. She demanded I kiss her.” Kandi scoffs.