I laugh again and shake my head. “You can surprise suck my dick anytime.”
This has Sloane smiling and petting my face. I guess I’m out of the dog house for the time being. Her fingers trail the spot where she bit me.
“You like that?” I ask her, and she digs her finger harder into the wound, making me wince.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say.
There’s a tap on the door frame. Max looks down at where we’re all sitting on the floor, and it doesn’t seem like malice in his eyes, just acceptance.
“Your dad called Ethan’s phone. He wanted to know if you wanted McDonald’s,” he says, speaking to Sloane.
She claps her hands and smiles, which is as good as a yes that we’re going to get.
“Good, cause I forgot to put the food in the crockpot,” Max says, rubbing his neck.
“Oh, Sloane, sweetheart, what are we going to do with these Alphas?” Ethan asks, and she smiles and kisses the Beta, which spurs her grinding down on my knot and my fingers rubbing against her clit.
Maybe we can survive this, after all.
CHAPTER 29
If this big dickhead isn’t going to share, I’m about to completely go back on my word with this truce.
He’s feeding Sloane cut-up grapes so she doesn’t choke.
Why didn’t I think of that?
Fuck, I’m terrible at being an Alpha and shit. What if Sloane realizes it and decides I’m not a worthy scent match after all?
“I feel like I deserve compensation for making sure everyone stays sane during this heat,” Ethan says, cracking open a beer for himself and handing me the other one. “Bram’s a caregiver. Genuinely, I think he gets hard feeding her the grapes. You don’t have to be like him.”
“But she chose him. She didn’t choose me.”
“For the love of God. Shut the fuck up,” Ethan says, grabbing my chin and planting a rough kiss against my lips.
He pulls back, and I blink at him, dumbfounded.
“Yeah, wanted to do that for a while. You’re not a burden, Max. Sloane liked you before she found out you were her scent match. She was excited, but she was also afraid. Stop worrying so much, and just act how you want to,” he says.
So I do, grabbing his face and kissing him back.
Being with Ethan is easy, comfortable, and simple. I’m attracted to him, and he is to me. Bram isn’t as big of a complication with me and Ethan, and there’s no pheromones, just feelings.
He grabs my cock and starts to jerk me off.
“I want to fuck you,” I whisper in his ear, feeling bold.
I feel like solidifying this thing between me and Ethan will help make this all real and help me feel like a part of this pack. I also want him—desperately.
“Where’s the lube?” I ask.
Before I can even answer, it’s like Sloane transported in front of me with the lube. Bram stands behind her, awkward as ever as she hands it to me, and just blinks.
I clear my throat. “Is this okay with you, baby?” I ask her.
She nods enthusiastically as she shoves a naked Ethan on to his back.
“Stronger than she looks,” he laughs. “Do you want to ride my face while your scent match fucks me?” Ethan asks boldly.
