“You cook?” I ask, thanking Val as he lifts me onto one of the stools definitely made for alphas.
“Sometimes,” Luc says, dishing out the rest of the bacon before hitting me with another devastating smile.
“Rarely,” Sylvan chips in, taking the stool to my left, then grabbing the edge of my seat and dragging it closer to him.
Luc scoffs while Val laughs, taking the seat to my right.
“He did this for you,” Sylvan adds, fingers brushing over my thigh as his other swipes through things on his tablet.
“Is that true, Luciano?” I know what I’m doing by fully naming him, and that smile of his twists into something darker.
He leans over the counter, our elbows nearly touching.
“Yes, Revea.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “You’ve got my alpha desperate to prove himself. I’ll cook for you every morning, if you’ll let me.” He leans even closer. “I’ll do anything you want—”
My stool’s yanked to the right.
“She needs to eat,” Val murmurs, eyes locked on Luc, who just laughs.
“Especially after taking Kaiden’s knot. I’m surprised you’re walking.”
The room descends into silence at Sylvan’s casual remark.
Slowly, he turns to me, noting my expression. “Should I not have said that?”
Luc bursts out laughing, then stabs his fork into some bacon and holds it out to me.
I have absolutely nothing to say, so I just take it.
Sylvan looks to Val next. The air hums, then Sylvan looks away sheepishly.
Oh, I hate that.
I swallow the bacon quickly.
“Hmm… makes you wonder what else I could take,” I murmur.
When Sylvan’s eyes snap back to mine, I make sure my next bite from Luc’s fork is slow, and our gazes stay locked.
“Dios mío…” Luc murmurs.
Then, from the corner, Kaiden emerges.
He’s wearing the same tight t-shirt, but the seams look like they’re fighting for their lives. The fabric stretches brutally across his broad shoulders and thick arms, pulled taut over a chest that looks like it could split the stitches with one careless movement. His neck alone probably uses halfthe material. With the same low-slung grey joggers as the others, the soft material is a tease, because now I knowexactlywhat’s underneath.
His hand drags through his hair, pushing dark strands back from his face, and all the while, those grey eyes stay fixed on me.
I swallow.
Without breaking stride, he crosses the room and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
I am so glad I’m sitting because my legs become jelly and a shiver skitters through me. Like my body’s remembering the aftershocks of his knot.
“You feeling okay?” he murmurs, chest rumbling against my spine.
I tilt my head back and smile up at him. “Yes, alpha.”
“Dios mío, mujer…” Val utters from the side.
