“Oh, and you better tell Mom before she calls me,” he says before hanging up, and I curse under my breath.
I take two stairs at a time, and when I enter the room, it’s like I’m walking through a row of peach trees with how strong her scent is.
It’s overwhelming, and it’s like my feet have a mind of their own as I approach her and Bram on the bed.
He’s deeply knotted inside of her and growls as I lean over.
Ethan claps his hands and sits between the two of us, pinching Sloane’s chin.
“You’ve got these Alphas all growly and shit over you. Do you like that?” he asks her, and she smiles with a nod. “Little troublemaker. How’s that knot treating you?”
She grabs the back of Bram’s head, making him contort his body so that his lips are against her neck.
“Such a good Omega. Suck her neck,” he tells Bram, pushing his head even further down.
“How’d you know how to do that?” I whisper, and Ethan rolls his eyes.
“You won’t get very far in life without a library card or the internet, Max.”
“Excuse me for just learning about my scent match a few hours ago.”
“Fair. I’ll give you a pass,” he says, petting Sloane’s hair. “Also, for my sanity, you and Bram are on different Sloane rotations. When he’s inside of her, stay away from the bed. That goes for you too, big guy,” he says, patting and rubbing Bram’s back.
I watch the three of them together, feeling like an outsider. It’s not a new feeling; I’ve felt it most of my life.
“You’re with Bram too?” I ask, getting off the bed and standing there as he pets and touches Sloane and Bram.
Part of me wants to rip Bram off of her and wrap my hands around his neck, but then the other part realizes that if I did that, I would be hurting her, and that would make me a horrible scent match.
“Uh. That’s a little more complicated. He’s like half sucked my dick, and we kissed a few times,” Ethan says with complete honesty.
“How do you half suck a dick?”
“I’ll show you sometime,” Ethan jokes, and Bram makes a guttural sound again.
“Why don’t you work on closing all the blinds and put something together to eat?” Ethan says.
Loving that I have direction, I do just that, and for the first time since I brought Sloane home, I feel semi useful.
Bram is hoarding my scent match, and I’ve had just enough of that shit.
I’ve tried to be reasonable, not that he’s given me a reason to. He’s been a dick to me since I joined the Foxes, and now he’s keeping my scent match away from me.
Why am I the one who’s supposed to be understanding and not step on toes?
In our work life and now in our personal life, all he’s done is walk all over me, and I’m fucking sick of it.
Sloane stirs on the bed, and immediately, I walk over and scoop her up into my arms.
Bram grabs her hand to tug her back to his chest, and Ethan wraps his hand around Bram’s wrist.
“He’s her scent match. He won’t hurt her. You need rest. Knock it off.”
He grumbles but listens to Ethan. I whisper a thank you to the Beta as I clutch Sloane to my chest and carry her to the bathroom.
As soon as we’re in there, she’s tugging off my shirt. Her skin is splattered with freckles, and I trace the ones on her shoulder before placing a tender kiss there.
“Not sure how the fuck we got here,” I tell her, and she hums, her fingers exploring the expanse of my chest. “When you’re not in heat, I’ll do things right. I can be a good man for you, Sloane. I promise.”
