“Fine, I don’t need your cup,” I said with a sniff, turning my mose up at the alpha and stomping over to the sink. I turned on the faucet, pulling the hose near my mouth, ready to take a drink.
As I moved my face towards it, the water shut off, Marcus’ hand landing on the faucet.
Playtime, it seemed, was over. That impassive look returning to his eyes making me wish that I’d just played along with him a little longer.
“Use a cup. I don’t want to scrub the sink.”
“My mouth isn’t dirty,” I huffed.
“Everyone’s mouth is dirty.”
He moved me out of the way and filled the glass before pushing it into my hands.
"Brat," he mumbled before turning back to the stove.
If he thought I was being a brat just then, surely if was my responsbility as his omega to show him what a real brat looked like, right?
I set it down the glass before lifting myself to sit on the edge of the island, scooting myself back on the flat surface until I could cross my legs comfortably.
"What are you doing?" Marcus asked, turning as soon as he heard me.
"Drinking my water," I said, bringing the glass to my lips pointedly.
With the boost from the island, we were almost the same height. It was strange looking at Marcus eye to eye after months of basically looking straight up his nose.
"You're sitting on my counter," he said, equal parts of irritation and disbelief in his tone.
"Very observant," I praised. “Going to tell me I make a handsome brunet too?”
"Funny. Get off."
"What happened toplease?"
The growl that rumbled from his chest shot straight to my cock.
Forgetting the softly simmering pot on the stove, Marcus stepped up to me, boxing my body in with his arms. His face inches from mine. The alpha’s scent poured from him, so unlike typical Marcus. So reserved. So high button. It was so unusual, that I thought maybe I was smelling the dessert he was baking, not his pheremones that were to shockingly the same.
Finally, I was getting the attention I wanted from him.
He was noticing me.
"How about instead I make you get off and scrub the entire kitchen top to bottom with your own toothbrush."
My body heated at the threat of punishment, cock swelling with a twitch. "You wouldn’t make me do that."
"Wanna bet?"
"Oh, fuck,” a feminine voice cooed from behind us. “It smells so good down here.”
I turned, finding Eva in the doorway. She’d pulled her hair into a messy bun, trading out her pretty pink dress for one of the alpha’s black shirts. Considering they all had effectively the exact same wardrobe, trading black band shirts for movies or video games, it was hard to tell which was which—especially since this one was plain. One thing was obvious though, it swallowed her, the hem falling just above her mid thigh to dust along the cross-crossing cuts into her skin.
Effortless, and so incredibly sexy that my cock was already weeping precum at the thought of getting her into the middle of what was going on here.
Wait? Shouldn’t I feel jealous?
I’d been so annoyed about sharing Marcus’ attention before, but now… Maybe all I really needed was an indicator that the alpha wanted me, too. And if the way his body coiled around mine was indicator… I’d gotten it.
Her eyes flicked between us, face going red as she clocked our position. "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?"
