Chapter 14 Robin
Robin
My Alpha loses his goddamn mind as he gets his long-awaited taste of Noelle Hale once again, pressing her up against her car. She tastes as good as I remember, like melted caramel, as my mouth fits with hers so perfectly.
I don’t dare use my tongue. Just having my lips next to her lush pair is enough for me as I thread my fingers through her red curls.
Noelle responds in kind, pushing her chest up against me as she times her breath with mine so effortlessly.
Next, she slips her devilish tongue inside my mouth, and I massage hers with mine, trying my best to hold it together.
Fuck. I want her so badly. Up against her car, out in the woods, right in front of the envious eyes of the committee, I don’t care…
So long as I can keep on tasting her, it doesn’t matter.
“Robin,” she gasps between pants of breath, but I’m too lost in her taste, her mind-boggling scent, as I keep kissing her.
“It’s okay. We…we won’t hurt you again, Noelle… Mark my word…” I deepen the kiss, entwining our tongues as stars burn behind my eyes.
Suddenly, her eyelids snap open, and I meet the honeyed streaks of her light brown eyes. “Fuck!”
She shoves me away on the ice, but unlike her, I remain on my feet as I don’t slip.
Instead, I just watch as she jumps into her car, slamming the door shut in my face as she drives off from the parking lot. It’s a surprise her tires don’t skid, and it looks as if Shepard may have to lay down another layer of grit.
Shit. Why did I kiss her? The moment my Alpha had his arms around her, I lost all common sense.
In his mind, he was seventeen again—stunted, unevolved, and horny as fuck as the girl of his dreams just left his life forever.
I screwed up. Big time. And I guess it’s what I deserve.
Maybe inviting her to join the committee was a bad idea. Perhaps offering her that tour of the grounds was where it all went wrong.
I saw the way her eyes wavered when she saw that private heat cabin. It was a reminder of what she could have had, of what we could have given her, and now my heart grinds like the gravel beneath her car’s tires as I can still hear her hightailing it down the highway.
A true show of how much I messed up.
Now I walk back to the lodge, head bowed as I feel like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
My brothers are really going to let me have it. And you know what? I’m just going to let them.
The moment I step through the lobby, the one that haunts me now as a ghost of her still lingers, my brothers are waiting for me.
Frost waits behind the desk, crossing his arms as he still has his guitar strap around his shoulder.
Shepard is with him, too, arms crossed similarly.
We’re brothers. Triplets even…We’ve had this strong connection before we were even born.
Of course, they know what just happened.
Besides, her scent is all over my coat. Like burned caramel, decadent and tempting.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Frost sneers, an evil glint in his eye.
Shepard shakes his head. “And after you berated me for going to her Nana’s house. Yet here you are, covered in her…” he can't finish, nostrils flaring as he tries to calm his Alpha.
I sigh, scratching the back of my head. “Look… it wasn’t supposed to happen. I just…”
No. There is no explaining myself. I messed up. And I’m supposed to be Pack Lead— the sensible one. Even Frost looks at me with sheer disappointment now.
Frost snickers, getting up from his seat. He comes around the table, knocking into me with his shoulder. “By the way, you have a million messages waiting on the phone.”
I roll my eyes. “And you didn’t think to answer one of them?”
He's already at the door, smirking that twisted smirk. “Nah... I thought I would give you the honor, prick.”
He slips out the door, bringing in a cold draft as he marches back to his cabin to stew in silence. He will probably write a song or two as well to really hit it home.
I’ve been hearing him plucking at his guitar these last few days. Perhaps Noelle inspired him again, who knows, but I won’t deny that the familiar sound of his strings is a welcome change.
Once he’s gone from sight, I turn to Shepard—the ever-dependable Shepard. Where would we even be without him?
So many unchanged lightbulbs going on… unchanged.
I wonder what he has to say to me.
“Look, Shep—”
He sighs, making a move for the backroom. When he returns, he’s wearing his hard hat with the torch. “Look, I have to go. My assistance is needed. A guest is locked out of their cabin...”
Locked?
Probably an Alpha arguing with his Omega. The Omega most likely pushed him out into the cold and won’t let him back in until he apologizes for whatever he did.
“I just hope he had the foresight to wear a nightrobe,” I chuckle, trying to make conversation.
I don’t envy my brother at all. No doubt Shepard will be in for a treat when he finds a semi-naked Alpha shivering in the cold.
“Well, good luck,” I say.
He doesn’t respond. But he does give me one last shake of his head as he moves out into the night to help the Alpha in need.
Once he’s gone, I turn back to the desk, jumping when I find that solemn face gazing back at me.
“Snowball!” I exclaim in surprise.
I’m glad he’s safe. I heard he vanished in the storm, and that Shepard spent the whole night looking for him.
But the cat is not amused to see me. He just continues to regard me with those brilliant blue eyes, tail curled around his body.
In the end, I come around the desk to answer some of our messages.
There are two hundred messages. Not a million.
Thanks, Frost.
But it’s no more than I deserve.
I am getting exactly my just deserts.