“I guess I’m no longer the star attraction,” Tristan said, chuckling. Then leaning in, he whispered, “But you will be, tonight, when I sink my dick into you.”
Heath’s jeans grew tight as his cock responded to his mate’s sexy words. “Fucking asshole,” Heath muttered under his breath while wiggling discretely to relieve the pressure. “You’ll pay for this.”
Kissing the corner of Heath’s mouth, Tristan whispered, “I sure hope so.” Then, looking at Steel, he said, “Thanks…I enjoyed meeting my new cousins, and I hope to see them again, soon.”
“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Steel replied. “Make sure you let me know what Dire Enterprises can help you with…for your pack.”
“I will…I promise.” Then looking at Reeve, Tristan said, “Time to go…I have a claiming to finish.”
“And I have a mate waiting for me,” Reeve murmured, following the Alpha and Alpha Mate of the Silver Point Pack out to their waiting car.
Chapter 11
“Knock, Knock,” Hunter said, standing in the doorway of his brother’s office.
Looking up from his computer screen, Mason smiled broadly. “You guys are back from France!”
“Yup,” Hunter replied. “And we didn’t even have a chance to unpack before Kieran and Theo enlisted Fionn for some top secret project.”
“Ahh…yes…Theo and Norm are proposing to Smokey, then Kieran got involved and…”
“Say no more…I got the picture.” Sauntering in, Hunter claimed one of the chairs in front of his brother’s desk, asking, “How are you doing?”
Ignoring his brother’s question, Mason asked, “Have you looked over the financials I sent you? Beowulf Trust is having a banner year.”
“I have…you’re doing an amazing job. It seems our clients have doubled their money.”
Nodding, Mason shuffled through a few files on his desk before locating the one he wanted. Opening it, he took out a document and passed it to his brother. “Read the note.”
Quickly skimming through a report from Dire Enterprises, Hunter found the note on the second page. His head snapped up. “You gotta be kidding…Maximus is doubling his investment with us?”
“Yup…and he stopped by to tell me he was very pleased with Beowulf’s performance.”
“Fucking hell!” Hunter exclaimed. “You did good, brother.”
“Wedid good.”
“Nope…this one’s all yours.”
Blushing, Mason waved his hand dismissively. “Thanks, but it took both our skills to get to this point.”
“Getting to the point of convincing Dire Enterprises to take a chance on us? Then yeah, it was both of us. But this?” Hunter said, holding up the document. “This is because ofyourwork.”
Mason said nothing as he took back the document and slipped it into the file folder. He appreciated Hunter’s praise but if it weren’t for his brother’s work on the initial proposal, Dire Enterprises would never have invested a penny in them. In his mind, a large part of the credit belonged to his brother but he knew it was useless to argue the point with Hunter since once his mind was made up, nothing could usually change it. Leaning back, he said, “You look happy…how did it go in France?”
“Everything’s done. The vineyards and other assets have been officially transferred to Dire Enterprises—except for the Chateau, which Fionn gave to Alex since he was born there.”
“What about his castle in Scotland? Is he going to sell it?”
“I don’t think Fionn will ever do that since his mother is buried there. Also, it’s the ancestral home of the MacDùghlas Dragon Clan.”
“But isn’t Fionn the last MacDùghlas?”
“Alex is a MacDùghlas, even though he carries his omega father’s surname,” Hunter said. “And Fionn told me he was going to leave it to Alex’s son in his will.”
Shaking his head, Mason said, “I still can’t believe Sawyer is gonna be a father.”
Snorting, Hunter exclaimed, “I can’t believe our wild and free brother has a mate he’s content to stay home with.”
