Semua Bab Kiss Me Like You Never Left: Bab 81 - Bab 88

"Jud?""I'm fine." His stomach was churning."You don't look fine.""Gee, thanks." A laugh escaped him. "You know you always look fine to me. I meant that you look like you're going to be sick. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?"He sat up in bed, horrified. He barely made it to the toilet before he was throwing up, Malachi's soothing pat on the back. "I'm going to get you water, okay?"He nodded just in time, for another wave of nausea struck. Fortunately, he did not look.The toilet just kept spinning as he sat back on the floor, head against the wall and his eyes closed. Malachi came back and sat on the floor next to him. The cold bottle swept against his cheek, and he jerked, pulling it from his hand. He opened the cork and drank a big gulp. Malachi was smiling, looking up at him, his knees bent and arms folded over them."I think you're enjoying this."Malachi's mouth curled up to the sides of his mouth. "I'm not having fun watching you be ill. I'm just happy you're her

It was their first day out at sea, and the third time he had been on Malachi's boat. "Boat" seemed like such the wrong word for it. For one, he had just gone and left the gym before heading back to the suite and taking a hot shower. He was greeted at the door by one of the friendly workers, who told him Mr. Flynn was on the deck.When he got there, there was a table set with food and iced champagne. He would never get used to this side of him. Six years later, and it still seemed excessive. Malachi had his back to him and was wearing a robe. When he turned around, his eyebrows went up, and he let out a startled laugh. "Malachi," he said, shocked, "what the fuck are you wearing?" He laughed.He smiled and tilted his head. His white robe was open, and underneath, he was wearing nothing but the small gold chain around his neck and the most shockingly small Speedo. "What do you mean, what am I wearing? Why aren't you wearing yours? I laid it out for you on the bed. Didn't you see it?" Th

"That Narrows Down the Pool a Lot."His husband glared at Ryan, though there was a flicker of amusement in his golden eyes, the only thing that they had in common. "Kitten." he rumbled, and a familiar scent of desire drifted on the air. Nick wrinkled his nose. That was the second reason he had to leave. These two knew nothing about closed doors, or zipped flies, either.What?" Robby insisted, batting his eyelashes in an innocent tone. Oh, the guy's good, Nick thought, making a mental note to sign up for courses. "It is the truth. It is not as if you haven't had the same to say a thousand times." Robby was right. Nick had been shocked at Ryan's candid contempt for other dominant alphas, especially how they treated omegas. Now, he was used to it. As a kid, Nick had been granted more liberties than the majority of omegas, but his aunt had given her consent to laws that stripped them of their rights and reduced them to something close to property. Ryan, while perhaps not shouting his pla

"While, I'll Admit, I Didn't So Much Think You'd Resort to Something Like This.""Your name still carries some weight, after all."This passive-aggressive drivel was precisely what Lyon never took the time to indulge in. He was not good with the backhanded compliment, the insinuated jab at anything less than perfect. It was exhausting. He was an adult with too much on his plate for this awful dreck. Instead of dignifying Tennyson with a reply, Lyon changed the subject."Where's your omega, Tennyson?" Lyon asked, his voice abnormally silky, and "You've just got married, yes? So young, too, wasn't he? Did he even experience his first heat before you bought him from his patron?" A fleeting terror seized Lyon as Tennyson's face reddened a sick, scary red, as if he might actually pass out from lack of oxygen. But before Tennyson could manage to stutter out an answer, a second alpha, a broad-shouldered stranger Lyon hadn't met, stepped in between, blocking Tennyson's sight. By the time Lyo