Hugo’s mouth was a tight line, like that was the last thing he wanted to do. Maybe it was because I was already under Morgan’s spell, but watching my brother act more stubbornly than usual made him seem strangely immature.
Then again, I understood his side of the argument too. If it was Morgan that Red had tried to eat all those months ago, I don’t know if I could’ve forgiven him either.
“What’re you guys fighting about?” Remington asked quietly as he wandered over with a furrowed brow.
“We’re not fighting because this isn’t up for debate,” Hugo stated.
Morgan didn’t reply. He let the comment slide off his back. “Come, Ashe. Let’s go take a dip in the stream, hm?”
With a confused glance at both parties, Remington chose to follow us. He seemed oddly nervous at seeing Hugo in a bad mood.
“You okay, Rem?” I asked him after we left the grove.
He rubbed his arm. “It’s weird seeing Hugo upset.” In a smaller voice, he asked, “You guys aren’t gonna split up the pack, are you?”
The statement shocked me so much that I stopped. “What? That’s ridiculous.” I gave him what I hoped was a calming pat on the shoulder. “That was barely an argument. Don’t worry about Hugo.”
Remington nodded, though he didn’t seem entirely mollified. He glanced at Morgan, who was cooing to Ashe in his arms. “Um, Morgan? Why did Hugo get annoyed?”
“Oh. I asked him if Red could join the pack,” Morgan replied casually as if talking about the weather. “Red asked me for a favor, so I obliged him. He helped me during Ashe’s birth so it was the least I could do.”
“I’ve seen that guy skulking around, but I didn’t know it was ‘cause he wanted to join us,” Remington murmured. His brows knitted in thought. “But… do you really trust him around the kids?”
Morgan gazed at him calmly. “Yes. Because he knows that if he puts a paw out of line, I’ll gouge his face off with my antlers.”
At Remington’s horrified reaction, I barked out a laugh. “I love it when you threaten to gouge people with your antlers.”
A playful smirk tugged at Morgan’s mouth. He sensually wet his lips in a gesture that sent a jolt straight down to my balls. “Maybe I should do it more often?”
Remington groaned. “This again? If you guys are gonna make out, I’m leaving.”
“Remington, if you’re not busy this afternoon, do you feel like babysitting?” Morgan asked kindly. “By the way, Ashe needs a bath.”
“Oh, gods.” Remington accepted Ashe from Morgan, holding the baby close to his chest. I didn’t miss the way his face lit up instantly the moment he had a child in his arms. “C’mon, Ashe. Let’s get out of here before we see something nasty.”
“We’ll try not to be long,” I told Remington, who was already hurrying away. I had a feeling that if he wasn’t carrying Ashe, he might’ve had his hands slapped over his ears to protect himself from our sweet nothings. Or in our case, spicy somethings.
With Ashe in a babysitter’s care, Morgan was free to drape himself on me before he crushed his mouth against mine in a sudden, passionate kiss. Electricity rippled up my spine. I knew omegas could experience intense flashes of hormones after delivering but to see it in action was something else. I loved the forceful, commanding way Morgan threw himself on me. He was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was going to get it.
We half-walked, half-stumbled to a nearby thicket for some privacy. The coolness between the trees was pleasant against my hot skin. Morgan’s touch ignited fire in my veins and my cock had already sprung to full hardness. A wolf’s growl escaped my throat.
“Demanding omega, aren’t you?”
Morgan didn’t pause as he grazed his teeth over my sensitive neck. “And what about it, wolf? Want me to stop?”
I grunted in amusement. “I didn’t scold you. Carry on.”
Morgan chuffed, fisting a thick handful of my hair. “Good. Because I didn’t want to.”
A groan escaped my lips as Morgan pushed the front of his body against me. I felt the firm length of his cock in his pants demanding my attention. But when I reached down to grant it, Morgan’s hand shot out and pinned my wrist to the tree. I smirked. I loved when he got rough.
“Does losing an argument always turn you on this much?” I asked.
Morgan paused, raising a brow. “I didn’t lose an argument.” He palmed my cock through the fabric of my pants, making me yelp. “And by the way, I don’t want to talk about your brother while we’re having sex.”
I snorted. “Sorry.”
But when Morgan pulled away thoughtfully, I regretted opening my fat mouth.
