Page 92 of Puck My Life

“It’s not that you're an omega, and it’s not your heat, but you’re right. Let me prove it to you.”

She’s wary, but she’s still here.

I’m taking that as a win.

Vae

PAST

I smile up at the guy as he leans down to kiss me.

Stop, no. I don’t want this. It’s not your kiss. The frantic thoughts explode to life in my mind.

His lips touch mine, and it’s just nothing. They are soft but slightly chaffed. The pressure is firm, but somehow not here, too. He doesn’t press into me or hold me, his hands stay at his side. It’s the most awkward kiss of my life.

I’m supposed to be having sex with this guy. Exploring my sensuality.

That was the plan.

Find out what I’m missing and live my life.

Because they are never going to see me as more than family.

“Are you done dropping her off, buddy?” Deacon asks with barely controlled threat.

My date pulls back. “Uh, sorry. Yeah. It was a lovely night, Vae. I’ll call you…” he cocks his head to the side and squints.

“Wait, aren’t you Deacon Katz? Of the Scorpions?”

Oh, here we go.

“I am.”

“I fucking love you, man. That slapshot last game was legendary; the umpire was a total dick.”

Who even is this beta?

I watch as Deacon invites him in, and they go into the lounge to watch the game on TV.

My skin’s crawling, so I sneak past them and go to the bathroom and get in the shower. The door opens, and I freeze, wondering if it’s him. What was his name? Trent?

“Vae, I’m not a fan of the way your date is trying to get a lick of Deac’s cock.”

Mal. I should feel relief, but instead, there’s only more excitement and a frisson of something wilder.

“That’s my problem, how?”

Mal steps closer, so the only thing separating us is that thin curtain.

“You kissed him.”

I stay silent.

“And now you're washing him off.”

“No, it’s not like-”

“But, Vae. I kissed you first.”