could happen to Em...
No. Drei chugged the last of his beer, swiping away the foam from his lip with the back of his hand. The idea was ludicrous. He shoved it away. He was not the Mating kind.
When the others returned from their dancing, Cat’s cheeks were glowing red and she was laughing. “Alright, boys. Who’s getting this round? It’s just about last call.”
“I’ll go,” Grig offered, shoving his long hair out of his face. “Doesn’t Em wither and die if you guys don’t make out at least once an hour? And hatchet-face here,” he jerked a thumb in Drei’s direction, “always takes too long to get our drinks.” Grig snickered. Both his brothers found Cassandra’s dismissal of him hilarious.
Drei glared, considering planting his brother with a ‘playful’ jab. But it was Cat’s small fist that thumped Grig’s shoulder. “We don’t have to make out every hour,” she grumbled, blushing. The protest was somewhat ruined by the fact that Em was pressed to her back, arms around her waist, trailing kisses along her damp neck.
“Yes, we do.” Em smiled against her shoulder. “At least.” Cat shivered. Drei wished they would take it somewhere else. It was hard not to feel like a voyeur with their public displays of affection so frequent. He fleetingly wondered if the Shifter lab rats would have time to do all their tests before Cat turned up pregnant and answered the question of whether or not her human DNA was somehow compatible with theirs definitively.
Grig snorted and went off to get their drinks. Drei couldn’t help follow his brother’s progress. As soon as he stepped up to the bar, Cassandra turned and took his order with a brisk nod. He watched her expertly pop open the beer bottles and slide them over.
She never served him that quickly. Granted, 5tM was almost empty now at nearly 3 in the morning, but he doubted that would have made a difference if it was him standing there. Why? And why did he care?
Drei saw Grig’s dimple flash as he said something to Cassandra. He didn’t need to hear the words to know his little brother was laying on the charm. She inclined her head, the fall of her hair partially obscuring her face from his view. He saw her smile and gritted his teeth. Guess she liked ‘talkative’.
But Grig was blinking at her, his own smile fading in... surprise? Drei strained, trying to hear his brother’s next words over the thumping music and the lip-smacking of Em and Cat making out next to him. It was no use; the bar was too far away. Whatever Grig said, Cassandra shook her head and turned away from him. Grig gathered up the beer bottles and headed back to their table, his dark blue gaze on the floor.
Just before he stepped up to the platform VIP area, his eyes rose and met Drei’s, but what look they held was nothing the older man could fathom. Grig opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but just then Em gave a rather loud groan and both Grig and Drei grimaced.
It was nice to know he wasn’t the only getting aggravated with the two. He and his youngest brother tried their best to not notice the increasingly more heated exchange going on beside them as they finished their drinks. It got worse when the music shut off and there was nothing to disguise the uneven breathing and soft moaning.
Cat had acclimated to life as the Mate of an Alpha Pack member with surprising alacrity. The first few times she’d been out with Em among other Shifters she’d demurely pushed him away when he tried to kiss or touch her. She’d whisper ‘stop, they can... you know...’ and blush. But she’d gotten over the embarrassment of knowing Drei and Grig could smell her arousal. Pretty quickly, in fact.
It was times like this Drei wished she hadn’t. Normally, it wouldn’t bother him. It was impossible to live life as a Shifter and not learn to tune out the scents and sounds of everything around you. But Drei was so tightly wound that it was creeping into his
No. Drei chugged the last of his beer, swiping away the foam from his lip with the back of his hand. The idea was ludicrous. He shoved it away. He was not the Mating kind.
When the others returned from their dancing, Cat’s cheeks were glowing red and she was laughing. “Alright, boys. Who’s getting this round? It’s just about last call.”
“I’ll go,” Grig offered, shoving his long hair out of his face. “Doesn’t Em wither and die if you guys don’t make out at least once an hour? And hatchet-face here,” he jerked a thumb in Drei’s direction, “always takes too long to get our drinks.” Grig snickered. Both his brothers found Cassandra’s dismissal of him hilarious.
Drei glared, considering planting his brother with a ‘playful’ jab. But it was Cat’s small fist that thumped Grig’s shoulder. “We don’t have to make out every hour,” she grumbled, blushing. The protest was somewhat ruined by the fact that Em was pressed to her back, arms around her waist, trailing kisses along her damp neck.
“Yes, we do.” Em smiled against her shoulder. “At least.” Cat shivered. Drei wished they would take it somewhere else. It was hard not to feel like a voyeur with their public displays of affection so frequent. He fleetingly wondered if the Shifter lab rats would have time to do all their tests before Cat turned up pregnant and answered the question of whether or not her human DNA was somehow compatible with theirs definitively.
Grig snorted and went off to get their drinks. Drei couldn’t help follow his brother’s progress. As soon as he stepped up to the bar, Cassandra turned and took his order with a brisk nod. He watched her expertly pop open the beer bottles and slide them over.
She never served him that quickly. Granted, 5tM was almost empty now at nearly 3 in the morning, but he doubted that would have made a difference if it was him standing there. Why? And why did he care?
Drei saw Grig’s dimple flash as he said something to Cassandra. He didn’t need to hear the words to know his little brother was laying on the charm. She inclined her head, the fall of her hair partially obscuring her face from his view. He saw her smile and gritted his teeth. Guess she liked ‘talkative’.
But Grig was blinking at her, his own smile fading in... surprise? Drei strained, trying to hear his brother’s next words over the thumping music and the lip-smacking of Em and Cat making out next to him. It was no use; the bar was too far away. Whatever Grig said, Cassandra shook her head and turned away from him. Grig gathered up the beer bottles and headed back to their table, his dark blue gaze on the floor.
Just before he stepped up to the platform VIP area, his eyes rose and met Drei’s, but what look they held was nothing the older man could fathom. Grig opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but just then Em gave a rather loud groan and both Grig and Drei grimaced.
It was nice to know he wasn’t the only getting aggravated with the two. He and his youngest brother tried their best to not notice the increasingly more heated exchange going on beside them as they finished their drinks. It got worse when the music shut off and there was nothing to disguise the uneven breathing and soft moaning.
Cat had acclimated to life as the Mate of an Alpha Pack member with surprising alacrity. The first few times she’d been out with Em among other Shifters she’d demurely pushed him away when he tried to kiss or touch her. She’d whisper ‘stop, they can... you know...’ and blush. But she’d gotten over the embarrassment of knowing Drei and Grig could smell her arousal. Pretty quickly, in fact.
It was times like this Drei wished she hadn’t. Normally, it wouldn’t bother him. It was impossible to live life as a Shifter and not learn to tune out the scents and sounds of everything around you. But Drei was so tightly wound that it was creeping into his
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