“I would never ask that of you. Hell, I don’t want to leave her. Believe it or not, I’m very good at sharing—just ask my alphas.”
Heat courses through me as images of Knight pinned between Mack and Ven flash in my mind.
Damn. Is it hot in here?
I fidget in my seat, clearing my throat.
“There are some other conditions to whatever this is between us,” I continue. “Neither of us can ever pressure Prescott in a way that makes him feel like he has to choose. I can’t lose him, Knight. I can’t lose anyone else I care for. I’ve been through it too many times already.”
He nods. “Of course. Prescott, if I ever make you feel like that, please tell me. Any relationship requires good communication between partners, but when there are more thantwo in the relationship? Communication becomes ten times more important.”
Prescott’s smile is shy—something I’m not used to seeing from him, but I can admit it’s adorable.
Who am I kidding?
I’m realizing I think everything about Prescott is adorable—and sexy.
“When we’re meeting about the case, we’ll only do that here, and we’ll all use descenters. It allows us to keep business and personal life separate.” I glance at Prescott. “Actually, I think I’m going to institute a new rule for the office—we use descenter when we’re working. I think it’ll be easier to keep things from becoming muddled.”
Prescott makes a face but nods. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Knight, there will be times I’ll be willing to let Ven and Mack do things with us. It’s not fair to them if you’re off gallivanting with Prescott and me, and they’re stuck on their own. They’re your alphas, and we need to get used to them being around. But I never want you to assume they’re welcome—I’d appreciate it if you always asked.”
“I can agree to all of that. Is there anything else?” He glances between me and Prescott.
I shake my head. “Nothing I can think of. Is there anything you want to add?”
“Not right now, but if something comes up, I’d like it if we could talk about it as soon as possible afterward. I don’t like to let anger or hurt stew. I know it’s not always possible to discuss something immediately, but if we can make it a point to get to it when we can, I’d appreciate it.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
Prescott snorts. “I feel like we’re having a business discussion instead of talking about the fact that we’re scent matches.”
I flip him off. “You’re welcome to talk however you’re comfortable, Pres, but this is all new to me. I just want to make sure everyone is clear on expectations.”
His face immediately softens. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, I thought of something.” Knight’s grin turns wicked. “How soon can I look forward to a heat with you?”
My face flames at the hungry look in his eyes, and I bite my lip.
“Not for another month or two.” Prescott’s the one who answers. “I’d have to look at the calendar, but we have time.”
“Darn.” Knight winks. “Is it too soon to talk about mate marks?”
My eyes widen as I stare at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious or not.
“Sorry, I’m just fucking with you, Luna.” He squeezes my hand again, surprising me.
I hadn’t realized he was still holding it.
“You know what I need?” I ask, freeing my hand so I can reach for my phone.
“A good dicking?”
An exasperated sigh leaves my lips as I shake my head at Knight. “No. I need a damn girls’ night. Get out of my office—both of you. Pres, we’re done for the day, so feel free to head out. I’m just going to get with the girls to see if they’re free.”
“Are you sure? I can hang out if you need me to.”
