He kisses my thighs as he moves to sit back on the couch.
“Can’t say I wasn’t warned,” he says.
“What?” I ask. Clearly I don’t have post-orgasm clarity just yet.
“Definitely addicted,” he says, and I laugh.
I lean forward and press a gentle kiss against his lips, tasting my release and liking the way I taste on him.
When I pull back, Ethan is looking at me in a way that I always imagined my future packmate would. It’s then I realize I haven’t been completely honest, and a pang of guilt shoots through me.
“Ethan, there’s probably something I should have told you before you did that.”
CHAPTER 12
Isit at the table, feeling more anxious than I have in a long time. I rub my temples and remind myself that this is what I signed up for.
It was Sloane’s suggestion that we all meet outside of town, and I wonder if she specifically chose a public place so I wouldn’t cause a scene.
A few deep breaths help curb my frustration over the situation as the reality sets it.
I want Sloane. Even with the small time we’ve had with each other, I know that Sloane is the Omega for me. I guess I had just hoped or imagined that this wouldn’t happen.
She flat out told me she was looking for a pack. It wasn’t ever going to just be me. But I can’t deny it hurt all the same when she called me the third night I was away to let me know she had feelings for thefucking mascot.
I’ve tried to recall what he looks like, but I can’t. I remember that his name is Ethan and that he’s a Beta. Because Sloane all but bit my head off when I called him mascot. Which is what he fucking is.
Him being a Beta is probably the only reason I’m semi-holding on to my shit right now. If she wanted me to beintroduced to another Alpha, I’m not sure how I would stomach it. I suppose this is a scenario I’m going to have to come to terms with sooner than later.
There’s still a part of me that wants to court and do things right when it comes to Sloane. It’s important that our foundation is strong. Then there’s this feral, possessive side of me that wants my mark on Sloane immediately so every motherfucker knows that she’smine.
But she won’t ever truly just be mine.
Even though I’ve known this from the moment Sloane told me to ask her on a date, it’s still not an easy pill to swallow.
“Sir, would you like a drink?” the server asks me while I wait for the two to arrive.
“Water is fine, thank you.”
He nods his head and leaves. As soon as he does, I see Sloane in a deep green dress walk in. The Beta holding her hand is tall with dark, shaggy hair. The longer I look at him, I realize I’ve seen him before but must have never paid close enough attention to who was beyond the mask of Finnegan the Fox.
I stand from the table as Sloane drops Ethan’s hand and gives me a hug. Her body feels perfect against mine as I wrap her in my arms and get a hit of her sweet, peachy scent.
Even though we talked every night while I was gone, I still missed her. It didn’t help that this has been hanging over my head this whole time.
“I know you two mostly know each other. Bram, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Bram.”
The Beta holds out his hand, and I shake it. His jacket rises up his arm, showing me the faintest peak of tattoos. His grip is firm, and he doesn’t shy away from my stare, so I give him points for that at least.
Ethan looks around at the restaurant, almost like he’s uncomfortable with the opulence.
“Thank you for having me,” Ethan says kindly as we take our seats.
I’m not sure what to say, so the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a stupid, “of course.”
Sloane takes a sip of her water and glances at both of us from the top of her glass.
“I made this really awkward, huh? Maybe we should have just met at your place, Bram. I just… I don’t know. I didn’t want either of you to feel you’re being lied to or that there wasn’t complete transparency. Building a pack from the ground up is no easy feat, but I really like the both of you, and I was just hoping that maybe you’d hit it off or at least become friends. I’m rambling,” she says with a sigh.
