Syl finally looks at him, frowning. “Why would he think something is wrong?”
“Because you never miss our calls.”
He shrugs. “I was busy.”
“I can see that,” Val scoffs, but it ends in a laugh as he turns to look at me. His expression softens immediately, and something in my stomach swirls. “Hey, Revea.”
I’m done for. This big, burly alpha saying my name like that? So deep, so quiet, with soft yearning.
He steps a little closer. “You okay?”
I nod. I don’t think I can manage words right now.
The corner of his mouth twitches. Then he turns to Sylvan. “Go call him back.”
Syl scowls, and Val’s chest rumbles. Then Syl steps closer, his lip curling, and Val starts to bare his teeth.
And when did my office become a sauna?
An instinct takes over, omega or me, I’m not entirely sure, but I hop down and stand between them. One hand on each chest. Two very hard, hot, rumbling chests.
“No,” I warn. “No alpha posturing.”
The growling stops as I look between them, and a sense of accomplishment fills me.
Until Sylvan takes my hand in his, lifting it to his mouth and murmuring, “I like the feeling of you between us, omega.” He brushes a kiss over my hand.
My mouth drops open, and Sylvan simply smiles.
Then he’s stepping back, phone already in hand, and leaves the office like nothing ever happened.
I still haven’t closed my mouth when I turn to Val, who also appears surprised, but maybe a little impressed too.
My lips pull into a sneer. “You set me up.”
“What?” Val laughs.
“I tell you and your brother I’m not looking for anything, and then you send Sylvan in?” I hiss.
He’s still chuckling slightly. “I’m not following...”
“Yeah, right.” I roll my eyes. “The man who can’t lie? Telling me all the things an omega wants to hear? Master of seduction Sylvan!”
His deep grumble of laughter cuts me off. “You think we asked Sylvan to come here to… what, seduce you?
“Don’t act like that wasn’t your plan—”
“Revea, we wanted you to meet Sylvan because normally omegas aren’t... They don’t always...” He pauses, his hazel gaze searching mine. “Fit.”
I frown, starting to piece things together. “He said he always messes things up,” I murmur, looking up at Val. “With omegas? Is that what he meant?”
“He doesn’t mess things up.” He shakes his head. “We’ve told him that. But sometimes, when he’s introduced to an omega, they don’t really get Syl.”
My brow arches at his vagueness.
He runs a hand through his hair. “Normally, he’ll say something… offensive. He called your systems inadequate?” I slowly nod. “Imagine what he says to an omega he’s not interested in. When they’re in front of him.”
“Ah… Got it.”
