Seconds later, my phone buzzes.
My stomach flips, grin wide, because I already know who it is.
Sylvan: I took your underwear.
Luciano
Syl: Everything is fine. Revea’s scent is perfect.
Me: How the fuck do you know that?
Syl: Because she came on me. I came, too. I need to go home and change my pants.
Syl: My bark worked. So did hers. I’d like to do that more :)
Kai: Luc, damage control.
Val stares at me. I slowly blink back.
I still can’t process Syl’s messages.
When we realised his car was gone, we tried calling him. Kaiden left a voicemail that hinged on murderous, barking at him to leave Revea alone. But he never responded.
Val and I raced to the salon, probably broke a few speed limits, and now we’re here. Readingthat.
AndI’mthe one who needs to dodamage control?
I don’t even know what I’m walking into. My head’s mashed with thoughts of Syl barking, Revea’s scent, her coming... Fucking hell.
“I need to speak to her,” I murmur to Val, already heading to the stairs.
When we arrived, Revea was busy setting up the staff on the scanner. We got a brief wave and a smile, but just as we started following Revea to her office, we got mobbed by Margret.
Then those messages came.
Now I’m taking two steps at a time, trying to figure out what the fuck I’m going to say, how I’ll fix this—
Oomph.
“Shit, sorry…” I say.
She’s against me. Her hands on my chest, those bright green eyes slowly sweeping up to mine.
“Wasn’t your fault, just bad timing.” She smiles. “We would have collided anyway.”
Fucking hell.
What thefuckwas I coming here to say?
“Revea, I need you to know that if Syl didanythingto make you feel uncomfortable, I’m so fucking sorry.” Her hand slides up. “W-We’ll speak to him.” Keeps sliding. “Make sure he understands…”
And it doesn’t stop until her fingertips press over my mouth, stopping my words.
“Luc,” she murmurs, and holy hell, my dick hardens. “I appreciate your concern. But we’re both adults, everything was consensual, and Sylvan was...” She smiles a little. “Perfect.”
“Oh,” I say around her fingers, no longer knowing what the fuck to do or say.
Especially when my alpha urges me to take those pretty fingers in my mouth.
