Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Xavier
I take a meandering, long drive back.
She has gorgeous tits. I saw them when Killian tasted them, and her baring them to me, taunting me with them, tested me.
Touching them stretched my limits of control. Because her scent was thick in the air, engulfing all my senses.
Iris also tasted better than the last time we kissed. So fucking good. And this time, the erotic content was bursting through the ceiling, her sex still on her tongue from when Killian felt her up and fed her a taste of herself.
I stretch my fingers on the wheel.
After sharing so much with Killian, and bonding with him through Tamara, I could almost feel his burst of desire as he brought her to orgasm.
It had been fleeting but it’s still there, like a ghost.
When we take her, that will intensify, and if we mark her as ours?—
No. Not part of the plan. I have my eyes quietly on the prize. A place in a world where Emmie can move through society to wherever she decides to land, and make her own decisions about who she might want.
And if at the end of that Iris is there, we can make her ours.
After seeing Killian and his reaction, that visceral thing that had him close to fucking her in that alley—he might not even know how close he came, but I do.
I know him.
Emmie comes first.
She is ours, too. We don’t know who the father is, biologically, or if she’s a product of Alpha pack biology, a quirk of nature. Because she looks like she’s made of him and me and some Tamara thrown in.
My phone buzzes as I finally pull up.
It’s early enough in the night that we’re still legitimately open and the place is busy but not as busy as it’ll get when the after-the-ball people arrive, like they always do.
I go up to my room and change, then head down, sitting by the dark end of the bar near the back, just visible enough to ward off trouble and in a place where I can take care of any should it decide to arise.
Killian’s chatting up some blonde, like the entire world revolves around her and she’s lapping it up.
But he doesn’t touch her and his gaze is taking in the room.
The moment he notices me, he comes over, the blonde forgotten the moment he takes his first step away from her.
Jealous? he signs.
I deliberately misunderstand. Not my type.
She’s tasty, that Iris, just wait until you get into that sweet cunt—I know you like ass as much as pussy, but, man, you ? —
Don’t mess with her , I say.
He raises a brow. Jealous?
You asked that. And no.
So you don’t want her?
He’s so fucking smug I could take him out with a punch. It’s tempting. It doesn’t matter he’s pushing my buttons. He wants to know if she’s going to do the job he manipulated her into.
Although I’m not sure how much you can manipulate someone who’s gunning for change, to make a difference.
But fuck, he can be an ass.
Don’t mess with her.
So you do want her? he signs.
What do you think?
“You do.”
I sigh. Don’t push her too far, that’s all. She could end up burned and while he might not care, it could have blowback on us. On Emmie. We just need to be careful.
Do we?
With a breath I try and speak his language. Something he’ll understand. Something I hope he’ll understand. She’s going into heat.
He doesn’t say a word.
Tell me, I sign, that you were able to control yourself when you almost fucked her against that wall. How close were you? A hair’s breadth?
Killian shoves a hand through his messy hair.
We both want her, Kil, so we should wait .
We need to find out if the Monarch saw her, if she got anywhere.
We’ll find out, Kil, I sign. But we ask by text or wait. We don’t want to fuck up our chance by bringing the house down with an upper-class Omega while she’s in heat. Unless…
I don’t finish it. I don’t think I have to.
Because he knows I’m right. If we’re sure we want that ultimate bond, and that’s…that’s a step neither of us wants to contemplate.
Fair.
Okay , I say, so what’s the plan?
“We wait,” Killian says. “We wait.”