Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: This Game

"Of course not."

I glance away, trying to keep my instinctive smile under control before he really misunderstands.

It’s mistake number one, and Logan comes to stand in front of me, scowling as he says, "That question didn’t come out of nowhere. Is it that bastard, David or whatever?"

I stare at him blankly.

Who the fuck is David? My mind races through every person I’ve met recently—no David rings a bell. Nothing. The confusion must show on my face because his expression darkens. He leans down, his face inches from mine, green eyes flashing.

They’re like a neon sign of danger.

"This is about David, isn’t it?"

He looks as unhinged as I felt earlier over Brynn—jaw tight, nostrils flared, a vein pulsing in his neck. The absurdity of the situation hits me, and I make the catastrophic mistake (number two) of smiling wide.

He growls immediately and bites out, "Fuck it, they can leave the food at the door."

"Why would—"

But he’s faster than I can ask what’s going on, scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, his caveman instincts coming out swinging.

One arm locks around my thighs as he stomps toward the bedroom, and the absurdity has me cracking up as I smack at his back with my palms. "No! There’s no David, Logan. Put me down!"

He doesn’t listen, of course.

My brain finally catches up, the lightbulb clicking on as I go through all the possibilities for a David.

"Oh, wait... you mean Dev?"

His grip tightens on my legs. "He’s a fucking child. He couldn’t keep you happy even with directions and a goddamn map."

I’m absolutely certain he’s never met Dev in his life, so his opinion isn’t exactly valid, but it makes me snicker even harder.

He tosses me onto the bed and I bounce, still unable to contain my laughter. My entire body shakes, my stomach actually in pain from trying and failing to hold it in.

I hold up my hand, trying to halt his advance.

"No! There’s nothing going on with Dev, Logan. I didn’t mean it like that!"

But I can’t stop snickering. There’s something deeply relieving about seeing him as unhinged and manic by this bond between us as I was earlier.

See?

I’m not the only one losing my mind. I’m not the only one burning with irrational jealousy.

Petty, Jealous, Insane Nicole is practically normal if we’re going by the general average of our combined emotional intelligence here, which basically means I’m winning.

Whatever. I don’t care if the math doesn’t math—it’s working in my head.

Logan unsnaps his pants, but I’m still giggling.

Then he hauls off his shirt in one fluid motion, and my laughter dies instantly. My eyes lock onto his chest—all sculpted muscle and light dusting of hair narrowing down past his navel.

My mouth goes dry, and I drawl, "On the other hand, Dev is a wonderful specimen of—"

"Nicole."

"—yes?"

"Shut up and take off your clothes."

I push my tongue against my cheek as I look him over again, watching him kick off the rest of his clothes. "Take them off for me."

Logan’s eyes darken at my demand, and a muscle in his jaw twitches. His voice is dangerously soft.

I like it.

"You’re giving orders now?"

"Maybe." I lean back on my elbows, letting my eyes travel the length of his body. "Seems like you could use the direction."

He refused when I came onto him earlier, so it’s time to pay the price, damn it. A girl has pride, especially in her shiny new body.

Which is not, technically, shining. It is, however, glistening.

From sweat, mostly.

Which is a lot less sexy than it sounds, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

And he’s already got I’m going to own your body and mark you until you never say another man’s name again radiating off him so clearly, he may as well have a billboard with the words above his head.

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