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“I forgot,” I admitted. I had left it next to my bathroom sink, figuring I’d just see it and use it.

I slumped on the couch where Ren usually sat, a bit dejected. The cosmetics line was important to Mackenzie. Using the cream was a small thing, and Pack Lead Justice was letting her down. I squeezed my eyes shut and tipped my back and sighed.

“You’re not good at taking care of yourself,” Theo stated plainly.

I snorted. That was an understatement. He crossed to the table and picked up the little pot, and then nodded to himself, like he had decided something.

He turned it over in his hands and screwed the cap off. He sank to his knees at my feet. I froze. The sight of him on his knees gave me heart palpitations.

He carefully picked up my right hand and dabbed cream on each of my nails.

My throat went dry as I watched him. The concentration on his face, the way his blond curls fell across his forehead, how his fingers moved with such precise care. My omega on his knees, taking care of me. He switched to the other hand.

I shifted uncomfortably, a war breaking out inside me. My dick throbbed, trapped behind my zipper, while my brain screamed that good alphas didn’t put their omegas on their knees.

“Theo,” I said, my voice rough.

“Sir.” He looked up then, his eyes dark with need.

That word. That fucking word that destroyed what little self-control I had. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the knowledge only made me harder.

I leaned forward, putting my hand at his neck to stroke my thumb along his bite mark. The one I’d given him that made him mine. I could feel him breathe harder, his pulse raced. Squeezing slightly, not enough to hurt, just to be felt, I pulled him up to me.

His lips parted for me. I could feel his need simmering, tightly held. He moaned when I pushed my tongue into him.

The door creaked. Mackenzie’s laughter spilled in. I held my breath, knowing Theo would stand and shift away. But he didn’t. He stayed exactly where I held him, on his knees at my feet. My face flushed with that hand in the cookie jar feeling.

“Thai iced tea!” Mackenzie held a drinks tray high. Ren was right on her heels with take out bags in each hand. Neither of them seemed to think it was out of place for Theo to be on his knees for me. I swallowed, thinking a rebuke was coming. Mackenzie just stepped over Theo’s legs to put the drinks on the table.

“We got way too much food. I just couldn’t decide,” she said, making grabby hands for the takeout bags.

I was still holding Theo by the neck, my thumb on his mark. I searched his face and then his aura for what he was feeling. He was calm, level, with a sense of challenge. I kissed him quick and let go. But he didn’t move. It was like he was waiting for permission. I nodded toward the table. The twisted smile he gave me told me he knew the game that we were playing.

“We need to have a talk, Mr. Twill,” Ren said, depositing one of the bags into Theo’s hands. I braced. “What kind of charm did you cast on the teenager working behind the counter at the Thai place? I placed the order under ‘Twill’ and she made me show ID before giving us the order. She was super pissed it wasn’t you.”

I huffed out a disbelieving laugh. That was his concern and not the omega kneeling at my feet?

“I know you two get off on this age gap thing with me,” Mackenzie motioned between us with paper wrapped straw, “but she’s an actual child. And you two are old.”

“Ugh, wounded.” Ren coughed like it hurt. She tore off one end of the paper and puffed air into the straw to shoot it at him. He snatched it out of the air.

“It’s the pretty rich boy thing,” Theo said, opening a carton of rice.

Tugging on my pants, I scooted to the edge of the couch, trying to make room for aching cock.

“I sponsored her school’s robotics team,” I said defensively. “She graduated last year and I, well, made sure she got a full ride at Port Haven University.”

“Ah, buying her affection and loyalty.” Theo said.

“So, technically, a legal adult,” Ren noted.

“I propose a new pack rule,” Mackenzie bit off an end of a spring roll and talked around the food, “when we add new pack members, they all have to be older than me.”

I snapped my head to her. New pack members?

“Mmm, darling, you will always be the baby girl.” Ren bent over the table, pinched her chin, and pecked a kiss on her lips.

New pack members. No one else reacted to the comment. To cover the sudden nerves, I said, “Theo, go get beers for us.”