Scott chuckled—it had been the same thing Kingston had said. “He’s so beautiful,” he told his friend. “He’s eager to learn and serve as my submissive, and I can’t stop thinking about his needs.” It brought back the memory of when he was pulled into Quintus’s subspace. “I need to ask you something.”
“If I can answer it, I will,” Chance told him. “But if it’s how good Grayson is in bed…”
“Stop right there,” Scott said. “I never want to think or know how good your mate is in bed. That’s a big violation of the friends and family code.”
“Good. Now then, what’s your question?”
Scott leaned closer, so no one else would hear his question. “Have…have you ever been pulled into Grayson’s subspace?”
Chance closed his eyes and slowly opened them. “It’s one of the craziest, magnificent, terrifying, and arousing thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“So, it’s not just me.”
“No,” Chance said leaning back in his side of the booth.
“Do you think it has something to do with them being shifters?”
Chance took a sip of his water before answering Scott. “It’s the only explanation I can come up with. It’s happened a couple more times, and I’ve been trying to figure out a way to stop it from happening. But it’s too powerful to stop.”
“Have either of you experienced a sub or top drop?”
“Thankfully, no. But since the first time, I’m extra careful with his before and aftercare. I mean. I was attentive before, but now I’m paying attention to every aspect of our scenes. I have to admit, I didn’t know what the hell was going on the first time.”
Scott went to speak but stopped when he saw Quintus walk into the restaurant smiling. Scott couldn’t take his eyes off his mate, and not just because of how sexy he looked that day. Quintus had his long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail. He usually wore jeans and T-shirts to work, but he was dressed in a blue button-down shirt and black slacks. Scott thought his mate was going to come over to greet him, but it didn’t happen. His brows creased together in anger when Scott saw who was with Quintus.
“I can’t fucking believe him.” Scott was on his feet and across the room before anyone could stop him. He grabbed Loki, who wore his Lucas Brooks appearance by his suit jacket, slamming him to the table. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growled.
“Scott, what are you doing to my client?”
“Your client?” Scott turned and looked at Quintus.
“Yes, now would you mind getting off him?”
“Do you know this man?” Loki asked.
Scott looked at his uncle, seeing the gleam of triumph in his eyes.
“Yes, he’s my mate,” Quintus answered, pulling Scott up and away from Loki. “He’s usually more polite than this.” Quintus was glaring at him, but he ignored it.
“I want…no. I demand you stay away from this man. You have no fu—”
“What the fuck do you mean by ‘demand?’” Quintus said, cutting him off—anger blazing in his voice and gold eyes. “You might control things in the bedroom, Scott. But you do not control my business.”
The patrons in the restaurant gasped and started murmuring amongst each other.
“How do you know Mister Brooks, when he’s just gotten to town?” Quintus asked.
Scott couldn’t tell his mate who the man was. It was the first time in weeks Scott had wished he’d told Quintus everything about who he really was and about his family.
“I’ve never seen this man before,” Loki said, the lie dripping from his mouth with glee.
Scott growled, baring his fangs at Loki. Quintus got between them. “I have no fucking idea what’s gotten into you, but I will speak to you later.”
“Come with me now, Quintus,” Scott ordered.
“No,” Quintus said. “I have no idea what the hell is going on with you or why I need to abandon my client.”
Scott couldn’t say anything that would make Quintus believe him—not with anger in his eyes. Scott could see the smirk on Loki’s lips.
