Capítulo 74: -
"I'm not a fucking idiot Valentino," she hissed, and he swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her lips, on the hooded eyes, the lashes that fluttered coy. The softer features. The bubble red lips, the little dip at the centre, begging to be kissed. And his mouth went awfully dry. "I told you what I'd do if you fucked with me."
"I was just—" He stopped when he caught the look in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, legs moving automatically as she led him forward with a touch of her hand on his lower back. His body tails hyper-focused on that spot that only grew unbearably warm. "It won't happen again."
"Better not," she growled. "Thought I'd pretend to be your boyfriend. But that's off the tables now, we'll just look like really good friends."
"Y-you were?" Valentino's brain seemed to lose its ability to think, and he stared at Rue, snuggled by his side. He licked his lips, sniffed harder and the scent of sick Alpha twisted fresh in the air along with the fainter smell of Levi. "Where do you get the smell of Alpha?"
"Like it?" Her lips quirked, eyes fluttering back to the two that tailed along, pressed her palm to the shell of his ear to continue their secret conversation. "Milked it real good from a couple of guys back home." Valentino's eyes widened, horror spiking. "My aunts do it for me," she shrugged. He exhaled, shaky with relief. "Concoction I made myself."
"Smells awful."
"I know," she nodded, pressed herself to his side. "It's to fend off Alphas like you."
"What the fuck?" Altair hissed behind them, and the bond shivered, prodding at him at their proximity. And Rue was now fucking close, pressed tight against his body, sheltered under his arm. "When were they so fucking close?" And Valentino shuddered, belly growing warm and flexing as he felt her fingers drift over his ribs. Body stuttering as her palm fondled the bumps of his bones.
Valentino paused then, nose now tagged on the unmistakable twist of sex that burned deep on her fingers. "You smell like Levi."
"Yeah?" Her eyes flashed to his, sharp awful. "Maybe you have competition."
"With Levi?" His lashes fluttered; his frown deepened.
"I'll take the Alpha who can keep their lips zipped shut and keep me safe in this hellhole. And baby, right now you're on a losing streak."
Valentino knew then and there that what flavoured Rue's scent was Levi's cum. He knew that he'd go home to a laughing Levi, teasing him that he'd riled Rue up only to drop her into his waiting lap. A strange sense of envy twisted in his throat, jealousy spiking ruthlessly in his chest. "H-how do I win?"
Rue's smile was evil, a smirk that stretched straight to his soul. It drove him insane, and then she had her fingers on his chin, pulled down hard. He gasped against plush lips, soft wetness and all tongue. Her lips suckled on his, tongue groping nasty like sticky porn.
And his arousal billowed, steeped thick in his honey chocolate cream, muddling with Levi's fire. And then she was gone from his tongue, a moment of heaven. Her nose brushed against his, shy chaste and like a lover's. Lashes feathering his cheekbones, and his bottom lip kissed at her cupid's bow, too, sweet, too tender when they parted.
The kiss had Halcyon gasping something awful behind them and Altair biting down an indignant snarl. Rue parted sticky, a web of saliva connecting lips. But there was something about her eyes, the way they flashed, wide, dilated and just as needy. They reflected his lust, like a cloud of something else sticky on his skin, hot in his throat. And her hands ran up to his waist, cradled his ass like he was hers. A squeeze and his heart boomed, cock swelled hot and heavy.
And Gods he was so hungry, so greedy, so fucking needy for more. His body burned, hot then cold, goosebumps all over. Body flexing and unflexing with his pleasure, his nipples too sensitive against rough fabric. His shivering was oh so delicate. And he was almost drooling, a moan rushing free from his throat. He felt like the Omega, not the Alpha. And he couldn't believe that Rue was Beta because this was heady, needy erotica that ruined his eros.
Rue…Rue was like an Alpha. Kissing Rue was better than kissing any of his fucking soulmates. And that had only been a mere little second of clumsy swiping tongue. A little wet peck that shouldn't consume his memories and his every way of living.
"Rue," he breathed, felt as if he could taste that sugar in their dreams, the flavour almost coating his tongue. Oh Gods, when did he get so fucking lucky?
The little Beta smiled, impish and his cock only began to drip in his jeans. "Just listen to me, darling. Listen, and shut the fuck up."
Rue
She felt like a mouse, with a finger on the cheese in a trap. But she did feel better with Levi's cum in her belly and Valentino's proximity. The kiss had not been planned, had risen deep from within her, slick leaking and Omega needy. Still, it wasn't enough to stem the rising heat that coiled thick in her cheeks. And it'd been a struggle to push herself away from him, then pretend as if it'd all been planned.
God, her life was falling apart.
She'd given Valentino enough to think about and he'd been sticky by her side all day, washing her in whatever scent he was perfuming. It oddly seemed to fix her life for even Halcyon and Altair struggled to harass her. And they stayed sulking and angry outside the bubble of their false romance.
"Why?" Altair had shrieked.
"Valentino's face is just better than yours," she shrugged. "Don't worry about it, you're still his pack mate." The eros had snarled at that, fingers twisting in his pants, rage roaring through his tentacles. Clearly, beauty was a sore spot.
Halcyon had looked as if he might cry, with red splotches on his cheeks, and his fingers tight around the books that he'd shoved into her arms later—the notes that she'd missed, all beautifully highlighted and wet with tear stains.
Gods these Alphas were fucking crazy.
But it didn't take long for her to detach herself from Valentino, the group busy with their own classes. And she was left to her own devices, moving slowly back to the apartment. Rue had to plan, had to give some shit excuse and leave the apartment to have her Heat in peace.
She'd think about the side effects of the drugs only after a good deal of research. But it seemed that some sort of Alpha was necessary for her survival. This had Rue scowling, fingers drumming. Perhaps, she could hire a service and spend it on some planet where no one could recognise her. But Rue would have to do it fast, for she could feel herself breaking, body sizzling into destruction.
But first, a vial of slick procured from her cups. She'd made a face at it, the liquid sloshing nasty in its vial. Then stormed to one of the doors— Dante's—knocking. The face that greeted her was not the zeus. Instead, Kieran of all people scampered out blinking wildly, with hair too messy and cheeks too flushed. Rue squinted at him.
"Rue, hey," he smiled, gorgeous, teeth shown, all nervous. In the dim almost dinky light, she could make out the redness of his lips, like wine, like blood. It was flushed and swollen as if heavily kissed. And her body gave a shiver, noted how Alpha he was. All tall, strong and big, muscles carved into a slender neck, smile so pretty, and voice so seraphic it would be good to a litter of kids. She stopped herself then.
"Dante in?" she asked, ignoring the fact that he was naked waist up as he always was. And that hickies were littered up his nape, twisting bruised and pretty around his nipple as if someone had tried to mark every inch of his skin.
"Uh." His expression faltered, turned back into the darkness and her pulse spiked. They were totally fucking.
"Well, whatever," she handed the vial to him. She was careful to make sure their fingers didn't touch. She didn't want jizz on her fingers, or sweat, or Kieran. "Tell him to take this."
"Okay…" Kieran nodded, reaching to uncap it. "What the fuck is it—"
Her palm slapped against his, stopping him before he could uncap the thickest of her pheromones, juices made thanks to Levi's cum and Valentino's kiss. Her body was flushed, warm and hot at the thought of him tasting her in the air. And heat spilt down her spine, sending her muscles throbbing into a spasm, clenching, and pulsing deep inside.
She squirmed and his eyes travelled to hers, confused and pupils slowly dilating.
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