Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(95)

I stood from the tub then, Ghost's expression brightening until I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Do you want her?" I whispered, nodding toward the door.

He didn't pretend not to know who I meant. "Yeah. Both of you. Not her more than you, just…yes."

"Then you have to be serious about it," I said. "You can't treat her like a queen for two weeks and then not look her in the eye the next day."

Ghost winced but nodded. "I deserve that."

"You deserve a lot more than that. But not from me. From Lilah and Krissie and Beth and the rest of the girls."

"I'll apologize to them too," Ghost said, leaning forward, catching my eye.

My eyes narrowed. "You will?"

He nodded again. "I used them and I tried to pretend I was less of a dick about it by being sweet, when really I was being more of an ass by leading them on. I get it, Chance, I hear you. I can't be that guy with Faith or you," he said.

"I won't let you," I said.

Ghost tipped his head. "You think she would?"

I smiled in spite of myself. "Probably not."

He smiled back, and the feeling in my chest was as uneasy as it was warm. This wasn't us. This wasn't how we talked—we barely talked—or how we looked at one another. I didn't not like it though. Which was scary as fuck.

"I'm not gonna fuck it up," Ghost said, voice low, velvety, but not in that fake way he sometimes used. "Just…can I have one thing?"

"What?" I asked.

He stretched his neck, tilting his head back, looking down his nose at me with hooded eyes. "Gimme a bite like you do her."

My mouth watered as I glanced at his throat, the muscle taut. I fucking wanted to. Would the rest of the club laugh at the mark on his throat the way they did with Faith's? Somehow, I didn't think so.

My mouth was dry as I spoke, stepping forward until his knees brushed my hips. "You have to earn it first."

Ghost let out a soft groan, sliding off the edge of the counter, and it took me a moment—his body brushing against mine as his knees bent—before I realized he was trying to kneel.

"Not like that, dickhead," I hissed, laughing, pulling him back up. The idea was tempting, but I wanted to talk to my omega first. "You can't suck cock with a split lip."

"Oh, I definitely can," Ghost said, grinning, the lip in question growing fat and the cut shining with whatever Faith had smeared over it.

I shook my head. "Get out of here."

"One kiss," Ghost urged, eyebrows waggling.

"You had your one kiss in the bar," I grumbled.

"One more," he said, reaching for my hips.

I caught his hands and slammed them back to the counter, glaring at Ghost just for looking so goddamn pleased by the move. He pressed his hips into mine, still grinning, and I gave in.

I caught his upper lip with my teeth, dragging it between both of mine. Ghost moaned, leaning into me, knees bending in order to give me the upper hand. I licked his lip, sucked on it, offering him a softer kiss then we usually shared. His breath gusted against my chin, and I pulled back a fraction before snapping my teeth briefly on his busted bottom lip.

His hips bucked into mine as he gasped and I pulled away, backing up until my calves hit the tub. My hands ached, empty and wanting to grab at him. My tongue was numb from not tasting him, the old memory of his hands holding my thighs as I thrust into his mouth scorching my skin.

"I will earn your bite, Chance," Ghost vowed, gaze dark. He flashed a grin. "Hers too."

I swallowed at the thought of watching Faith sinking her teeth into Ghost's skin, snarling in her heat. Thought of her working herself on his knot as he moaned beneath her. And it wasn't jealousy racing like lit gasoline through me, burning hot.

"Not tonight," I rasped.

He sighed and nodded. "Fine. Not tonight."

We stared at each other another moment before he smiled and turned for the door. I ignored the urge to draw him back, shadowing him to the front door.

"Night, slick," Ghost called at the door.

"Night," Faith called back from inside the nest.

"The scent in this room really is insane," Ghost whispered to me, eyebrows bouncing.

"It's thicker in the nest," I said.

He let out a purr, blinking in surprise at the sound, and then shook himself. He reached for the door with one hand, and I jumped as the other caught my fingers briefly.

"G'night."

I watched, too struck to move, as he opened the door and left the room I now thought of as the pack's, rather than just Bear's.

"You two make up?"

I turned and smiled at the sight of Faith's head leaning out of the nest, sideways, with her hair dripping down.

"I don't know what just happened," I admitted.

She smiled back at me. "But you don't hate it."

I wet my lips and shook my head. "I don't hate it."

"Good. Now come to bed."

If I could've purred, I would have. Instead I just ran toward the nest, Faith giggling and diving back inside as I rushed to undress. I wasn't going to think about the club's reaction to Ghost's insane declaration. I wasn't going to think about whether or not he would live up to his promise or fail. I was going to tackle the woman I loved into the mattress and kiss her until she couldn't catch her breath. The rest could wait till morning.