Hiding a smile against his skin, I nod. It’s so late, at this point, he may be taking a nap in the tub before we head out to see Elsie. I won’t move until my dick softens.
“We’re going to smell like each other when we go in to see her,” he says sleepily. My alpha is cum and bite drunk. It’s so cute. He’s also following my thoughts without realizing it.
“It solidifies that this is real,” I yawn, feeling my dick begin to soften. “You need a soak. My tub isn’t as good as the ones at work, but it’ll do.”
“I have a giant soaking tub that’ll fit three or four people,” he yawns. “I’m the only person ever in there, though. I’m just quoting what the realtor told me.”
“Well, it makes even more sense to live there now,” I say, getting up. “Come on, Romeo. Up you go.”
“I thought you were Romeo?” he mumbles, getting up.
My heart melts at how freaking cute he is when he’s tired.
“Maybe I am,” I admit, helping him into the bathroom so he won’t crash into a wall.
My new boyfriend is definitely dick drunk.
LEVON
It’s hard not to fidget as I sit across from Elsie Williams. She stares fiercely at Santo and I, her scent peppery with unhappiness. She’s an omega who takes zero shit, but she’s also known to be fair.
Usually.
“I’ll sign whatever you need me to, showing that I pursued the doctor,” I say, lying smoothly. Unlike many alphas, my scent doesn’t change when I lie. However, I did masturbate an unhealthy amount before he came after me.
Santo takes a breath but doesn’t say a word, and I take his hand to squeeze it. He’s only letting me direct this meeting until he thinks he needs to step in. I appreciate his trust in me because Elsie is a fucking ball buster, and Santo is a new hire.
“I’ll also file paperwork showing that he and I are pack,” I add. That’s not something you’d do for someone random, and while bite marks aren’t something regularly offered to pack members, I pull aside the open neck of my button up shirt to show off mine.
“Oh.” Elsie straightens up, leaning forward to take us both more seriously. “You understand why we’re here, and that I take my contracts and societal expectations seriously. There are various reasons why I’ll brush the stipulations aside, and I’ve done that for several players on this team recently. However, Dr. Diaz works in a profession where there’s a lot of touching and a respectful distance is necessary. Otherwise it can be degraded to a back alley massage.”
Santo flinches and I growl in anger. Elsie swallows hard, sensing the dangerous territory she’s entering.
“Where’s the respect for him?” I snarl. “How much money has he saved you with the alternate forms of therapy and care off the ice? How many players has he saved from having to take extended time off from the season, myself included? Dr. Santo Diaz holds several degrees plus experience?—”
“Enough, Levon,” Elsie sighs. “I crossed a line. I apologize, Dr. Diaz. Your expertise has been welcome to the team, and everything Levon says is true. This isn’t as simple as telling you both to put your hockey sticks back in your pants.”
I can’t believe she used that analogy and I simply stone wall her with slitted eyes.
“Stop glaring at me,” she mutters. “You’re both throwing me off my game. I planned to reprimand you both, but here you are with matching bite marks, holding hands. It’s obviously not a passing phase.”
“I should tell you that my address is about to change,” Santo says, his voice dark and angry. We’re both pretty unhappy with this conversation. “I’m moving in with Levon. The onlything keeping us from filing the paperwork with the Pack administration is what our pack name will be.”
“Wow. Coach Miles told me that you needed to talk to me about a possible relationship, and that you’d be coming to my office,” she says. “I didn’t know anything more than this. Levon, you don’t date. I heard relationship and thought this is a fuck buddy he felt he needed to announce to me. I was obviously wrong.”
“You’re digging a very deep hole, Elsie,” Santo grumbles.
“You don’t see the shit that crosses my desk, Dr. Diaz,” Elsie says. “Marilyn helps with the Public Relations fiascos, and I have to determine how it will impact your careers. It’s not an easy task.”
“Speaking of, I’m surprised she’s not here,” I say, holding back any disparaging remarks I may have. Her tactics have helped some of my teammates, but I don’t particularly believe I need it.
“She got pulled into another meeting,” Elsie says. “You all keep us very busy. I’m going to need a few things from you since this is an actual relationship.”
“Glad we proved you wrong,” I say drolly. “I hate people, don’t skirt or dick chase. I play hockey, do charity work, and occasionally participate in a bar brawl.”
“This is definitely the lesser of two evils,” Elsie says. “When did this first begin?”
“It honestly kind of crept up on me,” I admit. “The doctor is hot. I ignored the attraction until I couldn’t anymore. Then?—”
