Something that made Marcus just about the most dangerous alpha in the house. Well, aside from Cameo, who wasliterallydangerous with the whole knife thing.
I went looking for a glass, but the alpha was right in front of the cupboard where they were stored, putting eggs into two bowls.
"Excuse me," I said, waiting for him to move.
"You're excused," he said, cracking another egg on the countertop and using the two halves of the shell to separate the yolk away from the white.
"I need a cup."
"Do you?" he asked, turning towards me.
Was there a reason he needed to be so fucking stub—oh.
That nearly playful glimmer was in his eyes again, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth that was decidedly playful.
"I do," I said, poking him hard in the chest, my words missing half the bite they usually would’ve held. "Now move."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll just go around you."
His brow rose, half-smile teetering dangerously intoactual smileterritory. "I'd love to see you try."
I was kind of hoping he wouldn't call my bluff since he was the size of a damn refridgerator. But I was nothing if not determined. My first instinct was to stand on his feet and jump, but that clearly wasn’t going to work. Instead, I tried to shimmy behind him, but he was so heavy I couldn’t separate him from the counter. Especially not with the alpha locking his arms with his hands flat on the countertop, keeping himself in place.
"God, did you eat a brick house or something?" I grumbled as I kept trying to get behind him.
"Not the last time I checked. Though Indigo’s pancakes aren’t far off from a brick."
"Smartass."
I wasn't giving up. I kept trying to push him, as futile as it was. Nothing better came to mind. Classic Marcus, get me all riled up so I couldn’t think about much more than his stupid, sweet, creamy scent and how easily he’d be able to throw me around this kitchen if he wanted to.
That was a bigif.
"You know, you could try saying please."
"Please?" I asked incredulously.
"Almost, but more like a full question. Less like you’re giving me attitude."
“Just give me a glass,” I said, a whine coming through my tone stronger than I intended.
“You were closer before,” he said, combining the yolks and sugar he’d placed in the bowl with a bored expression that made me want to give in even less.
I tried a few more hard shoves with the same result. Not an inch of movement.
"God, will youpleaseget me a glass?"
“No need to call megod,” Marcus chuckled, grabbing one of the glasses from the cupboard. “Alpha suits me just fine. Now, was that so hard?”
"Was that so hard?" I mimicked brattily as I reached for the glass.
He pulled it back just before I got a grip on it, keeping it out of my reach with his longer arms. “You should be nice to someone doing you a favor.”
I groaned, tired of this game before it had even really started. I was a younger brother and an omega, keep away was practically gospel in my house growing up. And Mason? He was just as tall as Marcus.
And probably even more annoying.
