I catch only a few syllables of what Mylo mutters under his breath as he opens the tea cabinet, but the gist is ‘fucking bitch,’ so I’m quite pleased.
I permit Mylo to entertain himself with the tea and kettle as I heat a pan on the far side of the wide commercial range.
He likes choosing things for himself, and this is suitable to his current facilities. In the time it takes him to choose a variety of tea and fuss with the temperature of the kettle, I have two omelettes filled with local beef, fresh avocado, extra-sharp cheddar, and ripe tomato.
We settle at the island, facing the floor-to-ceiling glass and panoramic view.
I’m a fast eater, and Mylo still manages to beat me to clearing his plate.
“Glad you liked it.”
“It was—” He bristles, then catches himself. “Adequate.”
I flick my fork casually, sending a piece of egg flinging at him.
When it hits his face, he startles. “You?—”
I lean over and grab his face, dragging my tongue along his cheek. “There. All clean.”
“Ugh!” He scrubs my drool off his face with the sleeve of his bathrobe as I laugh.
He tries to glare at me, but a smile breaks through. He hides it behind his mug of tea.
Then a somberness comes over his face. He raises a hand to his ear, tracing the newly restored point. “I guess I could get them rounded again… might be harder to get jobs with them like this…”
I shake my head lightly. “You can’t.”
“Why? Because they’ll come back if I shift again? Will that happen every time?”
“Not because of that.” I lean over and roughly grip his chin. Those gorgeous amber eyes flash to mine. “Because these ears…” I trace one with my free hand. “And these eyes…” My touch draws over his cheek. “And these teeth…” My thumb pushes into his mouth, pulling back his lip. “Belong tome. And I willnotlet you chop them off.”
His breath flutters against my palm. He grumbles, unintelligible with my thumb on his tongue.
I remove my fingers from his mouth, but keep a firm grip on his chin. “What’s that?”
“Red flag… possessive… alpha-hole… bullshit…”
I give a wicked laugh, pulling him closer until my breath falls down his neck. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do?Cumabout it?”
His brow knits and rises helplessly as he lets out a whimpering moan.
“It’s not fair,” he whines.
“What’s not fair, my sweet omega?”
“The things you do to my… brain…”
“Well, you’re a veryneedyomega. So I have to be a particularlypersuasivealpha, don’t I?”
He slowly wilts into an absolutely petulant pout. I brush a thumb over his bottom lip as he looks up at me, all wide puppy-dog eyes.
Fuck, I would move the world for him. Stop time. Split a quark.
My voice softens as a warm smile rises from my heart. “What’s the matter, Mai Tai?”
“I’m horny again,” he whines. “It’s so annoying…”
“Tired of my cock already?”
