“But we signed the lease,” Jordan says.
“It hasn’t been notarized, and your deposit hasn’t been cleared. So no, it’s not finalized, and I will not be renting you the space.”
“I’ve already ordered stuff specifically for this place. Is there another offer? I’ll beat it.”
Ian shrugs, acting completely indifferent. “No other offers.”
“What the fuck are you playing at?” Jordan says, now standing.
Ian grins. He’s still taller than Jordan by a few inches. “What I’m fucking playing at is that I’m not renting you the space. Or any place in town, if I have any say in it.”
“You can’t do this!”
“I sure can.”
“José?” He looks down at his packmate, the lawyer, who shrugs.
“He doesn’t have to rent you any of his properties. It’s only an issue if he blacklists you from other renters.”
Ian grins. “Not many commercial properties available right now.”
Jordan is nearly sputtering with rage. “What the fuck, Martinez? What did I do to you?”
“That little blonde you went out with last night?” Ian says.
“Yeah, she had no fucking manners. What about that ungrateful, little bitch?” Jordan says.
Ian smiles, his face right in front of Jordan’s. “Well, that little bitch is mine, and you hurt her feelings. So now I’m hurting yours.”
“All of this over—” Ian grabs Jordan by the throat, and my eyes widen. Ezra clears his throat next to me because I’m clearly perfuming at the wrong fucking time.
“Wouldn’t finish that thought, Thompson. So take your packmate and get the fuck out of my face. You ever talk to Luna again and I’ll get a little more clever on ways to fuck your shit up.” He lets him go, and the Alpha rubs his throat, glaring at Ian. He grabs the other Alpha’s hand as they leave the office space.
Ian spins on his heel and gives me a feral grin, his pupils wide as he takes in my scent. “Liked that, didn’t you, baby?
“Take your suit off,” I demand, licking my lips.
Chapter 6
Ian
“Takeyoursuitoff,”James says, and I’m immediately compliant. While James is an Omega and enjoys sex, he isn’t usually the initiator—except during his heat. So having him want me in this moment, I’m fucking eager for it.
I scented how turned on he was when I put that pompous motherfucker in his place. It made me want to be even meaner, but it’s for the best that it didn’t get physical. I’ve worked hard to not let my temper constantly rule my emotions.
“You like what you saw, baby?” I ask him again, laying my suit jacket on the back of the chair and unbuttoning the cuffs of my dress shirt.
He nods and licks his lips. Ezra just grins, leaning back in his seat leisurely. The man is my best friend and a total fucking voyeur. He loves to watch, and boy, do I plan on putting on a show. It turns me on, knowing how protective James is over Luna already, that he instigated this meeting and wanted it just as badly as I do. It’s clear that she’s what we need in this pack. I’m still not sure how the fuck to make this happen or if she even wants us. But the way that James is looking at me right now, we’re going to make it fucking happen.
My shirt is undone, and I place it on top of my suit jacket.
“Come take me out,” I tell him, nodding my chin in the air with a smirk. He’s on his feet immediately and standing before me. His long and deft fingers undo my belt. I thread my fingers in his dark hair and make him look up at me. “How does my good boy want it?” I ask. James may try to push against his Omega nature, but he can’t deny that he fucking loves the praise.
“Hard,” he says, unlacing my belt from the loops and tossing it to the floor. The metal clanks against the hard floor.
I look up, and Ezra is just fisting his cock outside of his pants.
Going back to looking at James, I unbutton his pants and push them down along with his underwear. He kicks the material near my belt, and I grin down at him. I tug on the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. I lick my lips, looking at his perfectly sculpted body. “Hands on the back of Ezra’s chair, ass up.”
