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Frankie looks between us, his eyes widening as the cinnamon in his scent suddenly intensifies, deepening with what I recognize as unmistakable arousal. Though his body language shows nervousness, his scent tells an entirely different story.
"I-I... what are you asking?" he stammers, cheeks flushing crimson.
Alex smiles, the expression gentle and open. "I find you attractive, Frankie. So does Fox. If you feel the same, I'd like to explore that. But only if you're comfortable with it."
Frankie's mouth opens and closes several times before he manages to speak. "I... um... I..." His words stumble over each other, but his scent blooms powerfully, filling the space between us with notes of desire so strong they make my head swim.
"Your scent is saying yes even if your words are having trouble," I say gently, smiling at him.
He ducks his head, blushing furiously, but nods. "Y-yes," he finally manages, voice barely above a whisper.
"Good," Alex says warmly, reaching past me to take a strawberry from the cutting board. His fingers brush against Frankie's as he does, the touch clearly deliberate but respectful.
Frankie's eyes dart between us, his scent a delicious mixture of excitement and anticipation while he continues to blush and fidget with the edge of the cutting board.
"I-I should get plates," he stammers, but makes no move to step away, the heavy sweetness of his scent betraying how much he wants to stay.
"We have plenty of time," Alex assures him, while his voice drops to that alpha tone.
Frankie's adam's apple bobs as he swallows, but his scent remains steady, interested. "Alexander, I?—"
"Alex," my alpha corrects gently, a warm smile playing at his lips.
"Alex," Frankie repeats, the name now coming out as a statement rather than a question.
I step closer, unable to resist the pull of Frankie's obviously flustered state. "We don't bite," I tease, then reconsider with a glance at Alexander. "Well, I don't bite. Alex might, if you ask nicely."
Alex's laugh is rich and deep, his green eyes sparkling with delight at my boldness. "Only if he wants me to," he assures Frankie, his hand coming up to brush a strand of damp hair from the beta's forehead.
The gesture is tender, and I watch, fascinated, as Frankie's breathing quickens. He's trapped between us now, my smaller frame at his back, Alexander's larger one in front. His cinnamon scent fills the space between us, growing richer by the second.
"Is this a dream?" Frankie asks, his voice barely above a whisper, but there's a smile playing at his lips, a spark of curiosity in his warm brown eyes.
I press closer, letting my chest brush against his back, my hands settling lightly on his hips. "What would you like to happen?" I murmur, my lips close to his ear.
Alex watches us, his green eyes darkening as his scent deepens with arousal.
"I—" Frankie starts, but cuts off as my lips brush the sensitive spot just below his ear. His hands find mine at his hips, not pushing away but holding, accepting.
"Hands off my beta, boys," Storm's voice interrupts from the doorway, more amused than annoyed.
We all turn to find her leaning against the doorframe, much as Alex had moments before, her wild auburn curls framing a face bright with mischief. She's wearing one of Rook's oversized shirts that falls to mid-thigh, her legs bare and smooth beneath it. The sight of her stirs something in me—an appreciation that goes beyond mere physical attraction.
"Just getting to know each other better," Alex replies smoothly, though he does step back slightly from Frankie, giving the beta room to breathe.
Storm pushes off from the doorway, padding across the kitchen on bare feet to join our little circle. "I can see that," she says, her storm-gray eyes assessing the scene with obvious amusement.
"It's not—I wasn't—" Frankie stumbles over his words, his face flushed scarlet now, but his scent tells a different story. He's enjoying the attention, the playfulness.
Storm reaches up to caress his cheek affectionately. "Relax, beta boy. I'm teasing." Her gaze shifts between Alexander and me, a gleam entering her eyes. "Though if you're all going to go play together, can I watch?"
Frankie makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a laugh, his blush somehow deepening even further. Alex laughs outright, while I feel my own cheeks warming at her suggestion.
"Storm," Frankie squeaks.
"Why not?" she asks innocently, though the wicked gleam in her eyes gives her away. I can't help but laugh.
She winks at me. “It’d be hot.”
