I stand straighter, not wavering my aim. “What point?”
“That, aside from being able to treat that pussy of yours just right, me and my pack are more than capable of looking after you properly.”
“By locking me inside your house?”
“Yeah, well, perhaps next time, you shouldn’t sneak out without leaving a note. Keegan, your other husband, was beyond fucking worried.”
“Boo-hoo for him.”
“Aye, I know. He’s a big worrier, though. But I also think his actions were justified.”
“What?” I gasp.
Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have taken everything he threw my way in the shower. Who am I kidding? I’d take orgasms from him again and again. Besides, I’m the one with the guns. Win-win in my books.
He at least keeps talking, explaining the reasons they acted the way they did. “If we knew where you were, and when you’d be back, he wouldn’t have acted so drastically.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. He shrugs, unconcerned in the least. I know other Alphas who’d backhand for such an obvious challenge. Still, I push, because no matter how good-looking he is and how talented he is in making me come, the matter of them thinking they have some sort of claim over me, and my actions, needs resolving.
“I don’t need to tell you where I’m going.”
“Aye, you do.” He takes a step closer, but he also wraps his fingers around his dick and starts slowly stroking himself, his eyes moving slowly down my body, lingering at the junction of my thighs.
My whole body heats.
“Put some damn clothes on!” I snap, kicking a towel at him.
As he reaches for the towel, he does a slow spin, making me shake my head at him again, though for different reasons. I was hoping the towel would stop me from getting distracted, but the way it hangs low on his hips and somehow accentuates his chest and muscles has me wondering if I should swap the towel for the suit. For the son of one of Ireland’s mob bosses, this is not what I was expecting.
I direct him out of the room, using the guns like traffic paddles, but it’s clear, exactly like he said, he’s not overly worried I’m going to shoot him.
“Please, wife, if we’re going to keep arguing about this, you need to at least do the same regarding putting something on.”
I glare at him, willing him to shut his mouth.
“You’ll set Keegan off in a rut for sure if he sees that mess I made. And, well, Rafferty is a slut, no matter the reason, but seeing his Alpha’s come like that… well, you’re likely to send him into heat. Next thing we know, the five of us are ruining nests, which, like I said, I’m all for. But you’ve obviously got things to say that we need to listen to.”
“Stay there,” I hiss.
There’s no risk of him rushing to disarm me. I know that. There’s no power imbalance at the moment, from his point of view, which is the issue. Grabbing some panties and a bra, I dress quickly in jeans and a T-shirt before taking my time to adjust his shoulder harness to fit me. It’s a big ask because he’s so broad across the shoulders, but it’s not the first time I’ve had to work with Alpha-sized equipment.
I twist around to do the final strap, my side screaming in protest. I slip up, and the small gasp has him walking closer.
“I’ll just tighten it up,” he offers casually.
The issue isn’t that I don’t trust him—God, it’s nearly inexplicable the level of trust I have around him. But just because I feel that doesn’t mean he gets to boss me around.
He finishes adjusting the straps, then leans down to press a kiss on my shoulder. A completely inappropriate gesture, but like with the trust thing, a part of me sings at the touch, hoarding it away in my memories for later.
“Come on, then, Tally, let’s sort this out. Maybe even do introductions, though once you find your scent-matched pack, names seem so irrelevant,” he says as he walks past me, giving me the appearance of being in control again.
“Right?” I say sarcastically while I re-holster the guns. If I need to protect myself, I’ll just kick him where it hurts—in his ego.
Husband number two is leaning against the wall close to my bedroom. My cheeks blush, knowing he probably heard us in the shower, but that’s on him for being a stalker, not on me for being vocal when I enjoy myself.
I stop at a distance and use the gun again to wave him into line too.
“Where are we going, wife?” the Alpha behind me asks, and I don’t need to see his face to guess he’s smiling.
