“Sage,” he says, a smile dancing across his face as he does.
“Sage,” I murmur. “Pretty, and if I’m not mistaken, I caught hints of lavender?”
“You did,” he says, this time with a rueful chuckle.
I return his wry grin. “How fitting.”
Sage is starting to droop. I’m desperate to meet her, but I can tell that she’s had more than enough for one day. Overwhelming her with my alpha pheromones might tip her over the edge, and from what Brooks has said, she may already be in a fragile state.
“I’ll let you two head out. She doesn’t need any more on her shoulders today, but I’d like to meet her soon, if possible. If she’s okay with it.”
“Of course. I’ll be in touch as soon as I get her home safe.”
Brooks dips his chin to me, then heads over to Sage. He’s careful not to grab her from behind, waiting until she sees him coming to reach out and touch her. A thrum of approval threads through me; he’s a good alpha, and will make a welcome addition to our pack.
“Did you see them?” Riley practically skips into my office as soon as Brooks’ truck disappears around the bend in the drive.
My full lips quirk a smile at him as I stand, crossing my arms, and leaning against my desk.
“I saw them.” My voice is calm. Nonchalant. The opposite of how I feel inside, and the opposite of how it looks like Riley feels.
They stare at me, their pulse thrumming wildly in the neck, but I don’t say anything else, curious what Riley will do.
“And?” The word bursts out of them, and they widen their eyes at me expectantly.
“What did you think of them?” I say, tilting my head as I straighten and step into his space. I reach out with one hand to grasp along Riley’s upper neck to fit my thumb under their chin, angling their face up toward me.
They gulp, throat pressing into my palm, and I tense, forcing myself to remain still. Poised.
Fully in control.
“I want them,” they say. “Both of them.”
I nod, slow and thoughtful. Riley arches his back so he can press his chest forward into mine. My grip spasms on his jaw. A quick clench and release.
“Tell me what else you want.”
“You, alpha,” they groan. “I want you.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, bending forward so my lips are inches from theirs. Taunting, daring.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Their hips punch forward and they grind their hard cock into my thigh.
I tsk, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth as I adjust my hold on their neck, then slam them back against the wall.
“So impatient, Sour Patch,” I murmur, ghosting my breath across their ear as I slot one leg between theirs.
They groan in frustration at the move keeping them pinned in place, and I smirk.
“I’ve been patient for hours,” they counter. “You think that whole time they were here, taunting and torturing me with those scents and how gorgeous they both are, that I wasn’t being patient? Fuck, Vee. I was so fucking patient.”
I pull back, thoughtful as I let my gaze trail over their face, then take in Riley’s tense shoulders and rigid, desperate posture.
“Hmm,” I say. They do have a point.
I loosen my hold on their neck, then brush my knuckles down their throat and over their exposed collarbone from where their shirt slipped lower on one side.
