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“Don’t forget I’m kind of your boss, too.”

“Oh Moon, you’re right…”

It had only been two days since he’d made a horrible first impression at Wolfcrest Construction, the company I half owned with Cam. I’d used my power and position to humble him then, but now…

“Hmm, how about I make you my secretary? You could work directly under me.”

I grazed the outer shell of his ear with my teeth and his body shuddered. “You sure you wouldn’t get sick of me? Living and working together?” he asked quietly.

The timid insecurity in his voice broke my heart. “Why would I get sick of you?”

He carefully turned the water off and managed to get us out of the shower without slipping. After setting me on the counter, hereached for a towel and wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing it along my skin to dry me off. I could see how he wrestled with the words he wanted to say, and stayed silent to give him the chance to pick the right ones.

“I dated a girl, a beta female from work, for about a year. I thought things were going well, that she might be the one, and I asked her to move in with me. But she said it would be too much. She needed space.”

“Then she wasn’t the one.” I took his face in my hands and looked in his eyes. “You can feel it, can’t you? This sense of rightness between us, with the pack? We fit together. I mean, literally, you’re currently inside me, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” he chuckled. “I feel like I could come again at any second and I’m trying my best not to, or we’ll be even later. I don’t want to make Elias mad.”

I slid my hands down his chest, rubbing his nipples. “Let me worry about Elias. You come as much as you want. In fact…” I did some Kegels and pulled his next orgasm out of him, his lips parting in ecstasy. Mine followed, and I whimpered sweetly in his ear. “I want to be so full of your cum it’s dripping down my leg all day.”

“Oh Lowe…”

3

ELIAS

Iwas annoyed it had taken them an extra hour to get ready.

“My hair needed to dry, anyway,” Marlowe explained, trying to redirect my ire from our newest pack mate.

I huffed and glowered slightly at Julian in the rear-view mirror. “Sure.”

Logically, I knew she had probably been the lead instigator in whatever they’d been up to, so I couldn’t blame him.

Illogically, I was upset that she’d washed away all of our scents from the previous night, and we were going into the station with only Julian’s on her. I wanted every one of those alphas to know she was my omega, not just my client.

I also hadn’t begun to really process what having another pack mate meant when it came to splitting Marlowe’s limited time even further. After what happened last night, I’d begrudgingly accepted her tie-breaker vote to let him in, and I had to admit he’d more than proved his worth as Marlowe’s alpha. I mean, hell, if it weren’t for him…

The thought of Marlowe disappearing with that piece of shit vamp made me want to simultaneously cry, throw up, and punch a hole in a wall.

She sensed my unease and placed her hand on my knee, giving it a slight squeeze. “Anything else we should know before we go in?”

I thought for a moment before answering. I tried to think of what this experience would be like for someone new to our world, and since I’d just dealt with the MHPD to deal with those alpha farmers not too long ago, my knowledge of them was pretty fresh. “Cops aremostly alphas,” I started, and then she gave a short, derisive laugh.

“Yeah, no surprise there,” she replied. Julian snorted in agreement from the back.

I was sure whatever interactions I’d had with the police in the past were likely different from these two, but we were almost there and didn’t have time to go into a lengthy discussion.

“Be prepared for a lot of sniffing,” I continued, the building now in sight. “And maybe some posturing. When you meet with the detective, there’s nothing to lie about. Just speak as truthfully to your memory as you can. If either of you get rattled, look at me.”

Marlowe left her hand where it was, staring out the window as we pulled into the parking lot. Julian’s face appeared calm, but his knee was bouncing.

It was time for me to take the lead, and I sent calm down the bonds to help ease their nerves.

“It’s going to be okay,” I assured them as we entered the building.

Inside, I gave our names to the officer at the front desk, and within a few minutes, a familiar voice called from down the hall.