“Seriously,youcan’tevenhandle being in the same car as her?” I ask Ian as he glares at me.
“Please, Ezra.”
“Didn’t even know you were capable of saying please, mate,” I say to my best friend, and he rolls his eyes.
“She’s drunk,” he replies, scrubbing his face.
“Good for her,” I say, and he glares. “What? Poor thing lives with your father and that bitch he married. Sweet girl deserves some fun.” Fact is, Ian’s stepsister is fucking hot, and we all know it. Forbidden fruit and all that, makes it even more tempting, I’m sure.
“What the fuck is she thinking, going out to a club and getting drunk. You know how many Alphas would take advantage of her like that?”
That’s when James walks into the kitchen. He smells like weed and his signature Omega scent of cinnamon and clove. Ian already has a hand on James’ shoulder, and he allows it.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Luna is drunk and needs a ride home.” James smirks, and shakes his head.
“What?” Ian says in frustration, like we don’t know his dirty little secret.
“Nothing,” James says.
“Seriously Ian?” I say as I look over at James who rolls his eyes and just blurts out what we’re both thinking.
“When are you just going to admit you want to fuck your stepsister?” James asks, and Ian gapes down at him and blinks.
“You’re my Omega.”
James steps away from his touch. “I…this is too much for me,” James says. Both Ian and I frown down at him, wondering what we did wrong. “No,” James shakes his head. “Not that you guys did anything wrong. I love being a pack. But I’m never going to be this needy, affectionate Omega that you both want. I don’t want to be touched all the time. I like a lot of space. Luna isn’t like that.”
“You’re my Omega. I’m not comparing you to her—ever,” Ian says, and James tugs on his loose curls.
“You’re not understanding me. I’m saying what if you could have both,” James says. He doesn’t joke or kid around, so when he gives Ian a serious look, his mouth gapes open.
“She’s…she’s my stepsister and too young, and she’s not interested,” Ian says.
“And if she was?”
Ian blinks at him. “You’d want that?”
“She’s pretty.” James smiles. “I also like when she gives you an attitude.”
Ian blinks and looks over at me. “Ezra?”
“If you’re asking if I wanked to the idea of your hot, little stepsister, the answer is yes.” James can’t help but crack the smallest of smiles.
Ian groans, taking a seat at the stool at the island. “It would be fucked up,” he says and scrubs his facial hair. “Our parents wouldn’t understand. People wouldn’t get it. It wouldn’t look good for our pack.”
“Well, while you ponder the repercussions of fucking your stepsister, I’m going to pick her drunk ass up.”
Ian glares at me, and I give him a wink as I kiss the side of our Omega’s head as I leave the house.
I grab the keys to the car and head over to the garage with a smile on my face. We’ve all noticed how beautiful Luna has gotten. She’s smart, sweet, and I know for a fact she feels trapped in that stifling house. While I flirt with the little Omega, I never thought of this actually potentially happening. We would never step on James’ toes like that. And to be honest, I’m not sure if Luna has any interest.
For the most part, she argues with Ian and likes to give him shit. She’s nice to me and mostly just glances at James. It’s not like he’s one for small talk anyway.
I’ve been wondering if James wanted to add to the pack lately, and I’m glad he finally voiced how he’s been feeling. It does make me feel guilty though, the fact that he knows that he isn’t as affectionate as Ian or I would like. I love him so fucking much, and all I want to do is show him all the time, but I know it can be stifling for him.
Could this possibly be the thing that makes our pack perfect? Just thinking about having two Omegas gives me a little chub in my pants, and I shake my head. I turn into the parking lot and spot her red car immediately.
