Picking up the tan suit jacket, I ask myself why everything in the South is worn in light colors. I understand it’s warm outside, but does this really help?
I’m going to end up looking like a fish out of water here if I dress in my dark suit… Ah, fuck me. I continue to grumble in my mind as I pull on the coat and begin to roll up the sleeves of both the shirt and coat until I’m happy with it. Between the olive pants, white linen shirt, brown belt and brown loafers, I almost don’t recognize myself.
The last things I add are a gun strapped halfway up my calf so it’s not exposed if I cross my legs and one at the small of my back. Frowning, I weave a thin piece of wire for strangling people around my belt near the belt loop to camouflage it.
I am typically surrounded by my brothers or guards, but instead, I’m going out alone today.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Ciro laughs, interrupting his own tirade.
“Clothes,” I sigh. Fixing my curls, I roll my eyes as I grab my wallet, phone and keys to stuff into my pockets. I rented a car for while we’re here, though I cannot wait to get back to Michigan. True, the weather is insane there as well, but we at least get breaks from the relentless humidity that always seems to exist here.
Storming out of the bedroom I share with my stepbrother, I begin walking through the house to find Pablo. It will not work for him to wonder if I’m going to stray or not. We’ve talked at length about how Dad’s will states I need to get married, and have an heir and a spare from the same woman. Pablo is aware I’ll eventually need to fuck my wife once we’re married. The lawyers are chomping at the bit to see if I can make this happen or not.
Pablo has said he understands I need to do this to protect us as a pack, but maybe I haven’t made myself clear. Mystepbrother and I clicked almost immediately when my father had a very brief marriage to his mother six years ago. I insisted we keep my stepbrother, and my father had Carla deported.
I know I’m not a good alpha. However I am someone who protects the people he loves. My brothers Ciro and Dario barely bat an eye in regards to my relationship with Pablo, however, we made sure to move out of our father’s home as soon as possible.
Roberto Domino’s love had limits, and this would have been one of them. Instead, I told him we wanted to spread our wings as a pack and my father agreed. It’s a bit ironic that even with his proclivities and child sex trafficking, he still had some semblance of morals.
“You rang,” Pablo drawls from the living room when I call out his name. “Wow. You look delicious.”
“You’re blinded by the power of his cock,” Ciro teases, entering the room behind me. “Nico looks like a rich douchebag, guys."
“Only one of those things is true,” I snort, stalking toward Pablo.
“Should we give you a minute?” Dario asks. “Your energy feels very intense.”
“Out.” My growl gets Dario off the couch as he fixes his wire rimmed glasses with a groan.
“You don’t have time to fuck,” he reminds me, leaving with Ciro. I come to blows the most with Ciro as we’re both alphas. Dario is a little more even keeled as a beta, and I think whoever hands out designations was well aware we’d need that energy in our pack.
“Pablo,” I croon, pushing him onto his back as I straddle his body.
“Nico,” he says teasingly, his lips twitching in amusement as he watches me. I don’t typically have silliness inside my body, but I always have for him.
Pablo can become much too serious, and I like to remind him to smile. I understand it’s because of how we live our lives, the work we do, and all of that, but life is too short not to love fiercely. He’s the one who taught me that.
So I’ll remind him when he forgets. “I love you, you’re mine, and I’m keeping you forever. No bullshit,tesoro. Before I leave the house I want to bite you, despite the fact that you are an alpha. It may be more symbolic than?—”
“Yes,” Pablo pants, swallowing hard. “Are you serious right now?Maldita sea, of course you are.”
“I think a bite on your neck will tell everyone you’re mine,” I growl. “Be a good boy and let me in before I have to leave.”
He could be a brat about this. Pablo would be within his rights to tell me I’m not being romantic and I’m rushing this, but we’ve been together since the second our eyes met when my father invited Carla and Pablo to dinner. While the marriage was short, I was fucking my alpha in the bathroom by dessert.
I have always known Pablo was mine, and my idea of romance is not what people might expect. Safety, honesty, and love is what I offer to Pablo, along with lots of orgasms.
He drops his head back, hissing as I lick up the column of his throat. His scent of cinnamon and fresh sugared rolls makes my mouth water. Fuck, even his cum is decadent and delicious.
“I want you ass up, head down in our bed, your hole dripping with lube when I get home. Is that understood?”
I typically top Pablo when we fuck. He’s a weaker alpha, and his bark doesn’t pack much of a punch. It’s yet another reason my brothers and I fiercely protect him. If anyone wanted to hurt us, it would be through our stepbrother.
Not to mention, he loves it when I knot him.
“Yes, Alpha,” he moans.
My teeth sink into the muscled sinew of his throat, and Pablo shudders as his fingers tangle in my curls. I don’t care if it ends up looking like I’m freshly fucked after this, I need to claim him.
