Page 105 of Finding the Forward: Part One
I didn’t like that. I never wanted them to worry about me talking with her or being with her.
Regardless of whether or not we were ready, she was ours. I had zero doubt about that now.
It would take a little bit of reminding her, of being patient with her, for her to be what we needed. I wasn’t trying to change her, just help her fully develop into her alpha. Herself. Clearly, she was willing, which was important.
I also understood her better now. Not only from reading her texts and meeting her family but seeing her in bed with them.
“She didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to talk. Alpha stuff. No, really,” I added at his incredulous look.
“Okay. You’re going to talk in here?” Grif looked around the room, which was identical to the other, only didn’t reek of sex.
“Please? Keep Dean occupied?” I asked. Otherwise, he’d be banging on the door, wanting to be included. He didn’t need to be there for this. Not Grif either.
“Okay, I think he wanted to order food, anyway. You know how he likes his post-game midnight snacks.” Grif grabbed a shirt and disappeared into the other room.
A moment later Verity appeared in only the shirt. Her eyes were wide, and I got hints of anxiety in her scent. I closed the door and smirked, waiting for her to ask if she was in trouble. My fingers flexed, wanting to smack that ass if she did.
“Did you like what you saw tonight?” She fidgeted with the hem of Grif’s shirt as she bit her lower lip.
“I did. Thank you for letting me watch–and join in at the end. You tried hard with them both, and I appreciate that. It can be difficult being with two. It’ll take a little time for it to even out. They both enjoyed themselves, I could tell.” I sat down on the bed, only in my boxers.
Taking charge didn’t seem to be her default. Though as an alpha, she was hard-wired to want to give her partner what they needed. Dean needed someone to take charge. Grif often wanted to be in control. This was part of why Dean and Grif worked asa couple, and why I thought Grif and Verity clicked the way they did.
She nodded, still playing with the shirt hem. “It was a bit of a balance, but I enjoyed it. It was what I needed, too.”
“Good.” After that encounter with her parents, I’m sure she did. The delight on her face when she came around Dean, locking him into her, would stay forever in my memory.
I patted the bed beside me. “Lay down.”
“I’m exhausted.” Verity got on the bed beside me and laid back, sighing in bliss.
Oh, that trust. What did I do to deserve it?
“I’m sure you are.” I reached over to the nightstand and pumped some of the massage oil I’d packed into my hand. She’d probably like it warmed, but the oil warmer was at home. Right next to the spanking bench.
I’d love to take a hand to that ass. Maybe tease her clit with my tongue ring. Grif sometimes called herKitten. What would it take for me to make her mew?
After tonight, I wanted to find out.
Taking her right foot, I rubbed it with the oil, and her eyes widened with surprise.
“If this isn’t okay,tell me.What, did you think I’d spank your ass for every time you gave away your power in the lobby tonight?” I hadn’t meant to swat her in the lobby. But it had the desired effect.
“What if I need it?” she asked as I dug my thumbs into the soles of her foot, making her gasp in a cute little way.
Oh, I could absolutely give that to her. She awakened so many different instincts in me; instincts I’d never had for a lady alpha before.
Alpha-alpha relationships happened a lot. I just never thought I’d want one.
She’d gotten under my skin, quick. I definitely intrigued her. I could see it in her eyes. The way her tongue darted out over her lower lip. The way her head leaned to one side, revealing her neck.
“I’m sure Grif will smack your ass.” I rubbed her foot, trying to work away the fatigue I’d seen tonight. The convention center was large, and she’d probably walked more than usual.
“He would. But... it’s different,” she whispered.
“It is.” I appraised her for a moment. “I thought your parents weren’t coming.”
“So did I. But Grace got Dad here, which meanteverythingto Mercy. He’s the nicest of the parents.” She sighed.
