Page 119 of Altius
Exchanging mellow breaths between languid undulations of lips, teeth, and tongues, Wyatt and I made a silent vow on a quiet winter morning while the snow fell outside, blanketing the world in a joyful hush.
Our kiss lasted until sunrise.
Twenty-Eight
Morgan
When we reemerged from the gym, freshly spritzed with scent-canceling spray, it was as though nothing had changed.
Kelsey bustled around the kitchen, rinsing a colander full of mixed berries while French toast sizzled on the stove.
A bleary-eyed Cal drank coffee at the dining table, frowning at the business headlines on my laptop, while ignoring his buzzing phone.
Tenny was sound asleep on the cat tree by the window, belly up and whiskers twitching, while Kip batted a fuzzy green ball around by the fireplace.
A half-drunk Jacobi staggered through the door, reeking of trouble, based on Kelsey’s expression. He gobbled down enough food for three people before heading upstairs to crash.
So cozy, so familiar. Normal. Yet I was still reeling from the quiet miracle by my side.
Wyatt beat Cal to the last piece of French toast, drowning it in maple syrup and whipped cream, unduly smug as he took a large bite, making exaggerated noises as he chewed.
Driving the point home that today, at least, he was the winner.
He looked at me in triumph. The color of his eyes reminded me of a blue glacier, otherworldly and rare, reflecting the profound depths of his happiness.
A large hand settled on my knee beneath the table. “I need to cancel our plans today.”
Cal’s voice was rough from lack of sleep. Sadly, it was from dealing with the fallout of the Roddy mess, not our nocturnal activities on the foyer ottoman.
“Chaz called a family meeting.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Don’t know how long it’ll take. Sorry, sweetheart.”
Rubbing the hand on my knee, I offered him a gentle smile. “It’s okay. I figured this was coming. Besides, it’s not like we had any pressing plans.”
Cal’s mouth tightened as he gave me a knowing look, eyes tinged with gold. He’d been looking forward to spending the day in my nest, having lazy sex, and finishing off my heat snacks while he figured out how to work all the gadget upgrades Kelsey had installed.
“There’s always next weekend,” I reassured him—just as a second shorter, rougher hand landed on my opposite knee.
Wyatt’s fingers slid higher, caressing the fullest part of my thigh, indicating he was more than willing to take advantage of Cal’s absence.
The two alphas locked gazes. Cal raised a brow, issuing a silent challenge. A shit-eating grin slowly spread across Wyatt’s face. Both their chests expanded, along with their auras, crowding the table. Electricity crackled in the air.
Kelsey held her breath and shrank back in her seat.
Sparks of anger gathered on the tip of my tongue. I’d tolerate their alpha nonsense in a wide range of situations and locations, but not here.
The loft was not only Kelsey’s home but also her place of business. No one was allowed to make her uncomfortable for any reason, especially not these two.
My boyfriends—yes, plural—might have special privileges, but they still had to play bymyrules.
Just as I was about to open my mouth, the air shifted, tension evaporating, and a pair of identical, easygoing smiles appeared on Wyatt and Cal’s faces.
“No need to reschedule.” Cal squeezed my knee before letting go. “Wyatt’s got you covered.”
A surprised hiccup escaped Kelsey. She pressed her napkin to her mouth and stared at me.
Oh no.
She was going to want answers, but I didn’t have any. I was still struggling to wrap my head around what happened in the gym.
