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I should be the one to work out what’s wrong here and fix it.
Oscar steps over the mess on the floor and goes to open another cupboard at the opposite end of the kitchen. I bite back the urge to ask him where his flask is. The silver hip flask is his anchoring object. It’s the thing that helps keep him calm when his Omega senses are getting overloaded.
The way he’s acting right now, he either needs it close to help him, or he already has it in his pocket and it’s part of the problem. I can’t decide which and starting an argument would be a dick move.
He might only have been marked by me, but it’s about time I admitted Cheryl’s more than his mate. She’s his Alpha as much as I am. If she wants to try and talk it out of him, I need to let her.
He hasn’t spoken to any of us so far, and he’s far more likely to confess his feelings to her.
It doesn’t matter if my ego feels bruised. It’s already taking a battering over the schoolwork I’m struggling with. Why not let it get run over completely? I’m sure it’ll bounce back. Eventually.
“Okay, strawberries. What else can we cover you in?” Oscar asks the bowl of fruit as he stares at the contents of a cupboard.
“There was cream in the fridge last night,” I tell him.
“Well, Ivy and Vi clearly felt like a midnight snack because it’s gone now,” Oscar tells me. “I swear, sometimes it feels like we’re living with cats.”
I snort at the joke. He’s not wrong.
Those girls can hardly ever be found but they go through a lot of cream, and they leave hair all over the furniture. “It’s definitely like living with cats.”
Cheryl walks in with a bemused smile on her dark lips. “What’s like living with cats?”
She raises an eyebrow at us.
I take a glimpse at what she’s wearing, and I know she’ll get answers out of Oscar tonight.
“Ivy and Vi,” Oscar admits. “They used all the cream.”
“Oh. Did they also leave pans all over the floor?” Cheryl asks, making me laugh.
Oscar shoots her a guilty glance. “I might have forgotten to put them away.”
“Well, maybe you should do that while I say goodnight to our mate,” I tell him, with my Alpha tone that makes it more of a command than a suggestion.
He grumbles lightly under his breath before he starts.
Cheryl steps closer. “I feel I should warn you. There are rules.”
“Rules?” I ask as I pull her into my arms.
She puts her hands on my chest as she gazes up at me. “No tongues. No getting me wet. No…”
I lean down and kiss her lips, parting them with a decisive lick. She opens up for me with a soft gasp. I hold her close and tongue her open mouth until I decide to take a breath.
Her eyes stay closed when I move back, her lips stay parted.
“There are no rules for Alphas,” I whisper, as she opens her eyes.
“Hey,” Oscar starts up.
I hold up my hand, removing it from my mate reluctantly.
“One more word and I use my tongue elsewhere,” I warn him, making it clear that tonight’s happening because I allowed it.
He pulls a face but goes back to shoving stuff back in the cupboard, with his mouth closed.
“Good,” I tell him. “Be thankful I only broke one of your rules, not two.”
