Sugar Coated

6

Andres Ibarra

"I want her," the sound of Emil's fork hitting the plate echoed just as loudly as his declaration.

"We heard you the first time, Emil," our little omega was more agitated than I'd ever seen him, and I'd seen him nearly crawling out of his skin in the middle of an eight hour drive toward his preferred nesting ground for one of his earlier heats. I bit back the chastisement for his antics all day, Jax and I were both well aware that Emil was still rock hard, but he'd been in a mood ever since Jax had given the little beta his number and let her run right back out the front door, and he hadn't let either of us close enough to him to ease the ache.

"I can't believe you didn't give her a card that had all of our numbers on it," Emil shot Jax and accusatory glare that our alpha took stoically.

"The way she fled out of here afterwards tells me she's still skittish. She doesn't need all of our numbers."

"To be fair she ran out of here after you told her you had an open door policy not an hour after you'd been fucking in an unlocked office hoping she'd go investigate," I spoke more to my plate than anything else, but I had to admire Emil's tenacity and ingenuity.

"I'll drag the fucking jukebox up to my nest on my fucking own next time."

Then you won't let her leave. "I doubt you even have the space for it in there what with all the nesting you've been doing."

"I'm stressed, Andres." Emil was getting defensive now and it wasn't long before that tongue of his lashed out. We'd have a better bet of keeping it busy with other things, though when I stared his mouth too long, it turned down into a frown, "Don't even fucking think about it. I'm not in the mood."

"No, but you're certainly in a mood, Emil," Jax folded his arms over his chest, pulling the sleeves on his button up tight across his chest and making my mouth water more than the smell of garlic and bay leaves did.

"He's breeding," I spit the words out before we got into a full blown fight over dinner. No good was ever had when there was a fight with food on the table.

It shut them up at least, but only for long enough for Emil to start sputtering, the rosy blush stealing across his cheeks, "I am not."

How it was that Jax hadn't noticed was beyond me, though he'd always been just a little bit dense. How it was that Emil hadn't noticed was at least a little more understandable. "You're breeding, Em. You've been doing more nesting than your first heat with us ever since you met her."

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, his hands folded in his lap.

"Do you want her for a breeding pair?" Jax's voice was soft in that way that alphas got with their pack. I could feel the hum of pleasure down our bond. We'd discussed the topic before, even scheduled meetings with paper compatible omegas for Emil to meet with, but none of them took. This little beta though, was promising and had Emil's and subsequently Jax's pheromones out and about like crazy.

Em, for all his flirtatious confidence, looked flustered. He rubbed at the back of his neck, "She's a beta."

"That didn't matter to you seconds ago. Or minutes. Or hours. Or days. Or three months ago each time you told us you wanted her before." Jax pinned Em to the seat with his eyes, "Do you want the little female for the pack's breeding pair, yes or no?"

When Em didn't immediately answer, I offered him a nugget of hope, "there's precedence for male omegas choosing a beta female for the pair bond."