Chapter 15 #3
“I didn’t say that I was going to take anything you aren’t willing to give me,” Kyren reframes. “I said that I plan to change your view of me so you can agree that I deserve to be your alpha.”
I slump against the counter and whine, processing his words. Kyren looks pained as he gazes at me, forcing himself to keep his space.
“I really wanted to dislike you,” he mutters. “I had this idea in my head that you were someone who was selfish, but you’re not. I knew this on some level, and Izzy came back to our room singing your praises. He says that he shared his secret with you.”
“He did,” I whisper. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“I know you won’t,” Kyren says. “You see through the masks we wear, and call us on our shit. We’re comfortable with our daily lives, and need someone to shake things up.
Be prepared and know that we go hard. Izzy meant it when he said he was going to come fix up your house.
While I’m on the topic, why don’t you have a fence? ”
“I like the wildlife that comes into my yard,” I say, frowning. “I don’t need a fence. Do not build me one! Consent, remember?”
“I don’t like it,” he grumbles. I’m not sure if he’s talking about how adamant I am about the fence, or the part about consent. “What about a security system?”
“I have one,” I sigh. “I haven’t had enough sleep for twenty questions, Kyren.”
“Ooh. Okay, I like the way you say my name. Even if you are annoyed with me. You should sleep,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “Do you think that you’d sleep better with someone?”
“I have no idea,” I say, drinking the rest of my coffee. “I don’t like for anyone to know how bad my sleep gets. I’ll try to nap in my nest later, and will throw on extra concealer. I should buy stock in it.”
The nap is a bald faced lie, but I say it as if it’s not. Maybe if I give him one truth, he’ll miss the rest.
“Your scent changes when you lie,” he growls.
“For fuck’s sake,” I sigh. “I have things to do, and none of them involve you. Go finish your run.”
Placing the mug in the sink so I can come back to wash it once he’s gone, I glare pointedly toward my front door.
“I’m getting to know my omega,” he says, winking. “Maybe I’m not ready to go—Oh, fuck! Okay, okay!”
I have the knife in my hand, brow raised as I wait for him to make the right choice.
“What a good little alpha,” I croon. “Maybe you can be trained.”
Kyren’s eyes hood as his Adam’s apple bobs as he gazes at me.
“Princess, you’re taunting me,” he rasps. “I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
Turning, he walks through the house as I follow him. I can’t help but perfume as I trail behind Kyren. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s right.
I’m really not ready for anything he’s insinuating, and I’m not sure I want anything to do with him either.
“Words don’t mean much to me,” I say as he pulls open the door.
“I don’t plan to win you over with words,” he says, winking as he inhales deeply.
Kyren hesitates for a second before dropping to his knees in front of me and burying his face in my crotch, despite the knife in my hand.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I gasp.
“No,” he grumbles. “You smell so good. I’ve never eaten pussy before, but I swear I’d learn for you.”
My jaw drops because it’s such a random statement.
“Kyren,” I hiss. “You can’t just say that to people.”
“Well I certainly hope not,” he mumbles, looking up at me with his face still pressed against me.
Ugh, I should have thrown on more clothes before coming down.
“I’m not a slut, Silva,” he says. This is the most insane interaction I’ve ever had. His large hands are wrapped around my bare thighs, and I bite my lip hard.
“I never said you were,” I rasp. “The door is open, it’s cold, and ravaging me is not on the table.”
Testing him, I glide the kitchen knife up his throat slowly. He arches his back slightly, but otherwise shows no other reaction other than a low groan. No, that’s a lie. His pupils are blown out and he licks his lips as if I’m the sexiest female omega he’s ever seen.
“Are you sure?” he whispers.
Frowning, I press on his throat harder, watching as a bead of blood bubbles up along his skin.
A harsh beep and squeal of a siren pulls my attention up, and I see that it’s Syrus. He’s already climbing out, and my lips are curling in pleasure.
“See. That’s the goddamned look I’m talking about,” Kyren groans.
Remembering the alpha on his knees in front of me, I look back down at him.
“That’s a look you have to earn,” I tell him seriously. “Syrus doesn’t push, works at his own pace, and we’ve known each other for years. There’s a rapport there that you can’t rush.”
Syrus’ boots stomp up the stairs and he leans into the door frame, his gaze taking in the scene in front of him.
“Spitfire, this looks extremely kinky,” he observes, making me laugh. “Kyren, if you're planning on eating her pussy this morning, I have to say that Silva is wearing too many clothes for that.”
“Did you come over for a quickie?” Kyren teases, smoothly rolling up on his feet until he’s standing.
My hand drops to my side, and I raise my brow at Syrus with a wry grin.
“I wasn’t originally planning that, but now I think I need to finish what you started,” he growls. “I can’t have you riling up my girl without a happy ending, can I?”
Kyren huffs out a laugh as he walks around Syrus.
“Well, if you plan to make her scream, be aware that sound carries in this house,” Kyren snarks.
His words make me wince slightly, until Syrus lifts me over his shoulder, careful of the knife in my hand and shoves Kyren out the door.
“Maybe I want people to hear her scream,” Syrus says with a shrug.
Looking up, I see Kyren’s jaw drop just before the door is shut in his face and Syrus locks the door.
“Now, I want my breakfast between your thighs on the island before I make sure you eat a proper meal,” he rumbles, kicking off his boots at the door before his feet eat up the ground between the entryway and the kitchen.
“I think I can live with that,” I giggle, feeling my pussy slick as he lays me out on the island.
Syrus puts the knife away before he shoves my shirt up and rips away my panties.
“Good. Your breakfast might be awhile,” he murmurs, pushing my thighs up and pinning them to the island. “I plan to take my time.”
“It’s still early…Argh!”
His tongue drags through my slick, and I can tell he plans to hold to his word.
Thank god for Syrus.