“I’m pansexual.” Fucking hell. I can act all big, but like him, only very few people know about this, Liam being one of maybe a handful. “I get it.”
His mouth falls open, and he seems about to say something, when the back door opens and Liam walks in, in all his naked glory, Cyra trailing behind him. I glance to Spence, checking his crotch, but I don’t think Liam is his type... Cyra though... That’s been obvious from the start.
“We’re hooome.” Liam opens his arms grinning.
I roll my eyes as I walk out of the kitchen. “That’s obvious. Now, put some clothes on, would you? I know that Cyra probably enjoys staring at you in your birthday suit, but the rest of us could do with a little less flesh. I also don’t think the owners of this place would appreciate you parking that bare ass of yours on their furniture.”
Cyra lets out a startled gasp, her face going bright red, as Liam laughs loudly. “Oh, you have noooooo idea where my bare ass has been.” But he quickly darts back out of the house before Cyra can smack him. Oh, something happened there.
For a moment I want to laugh, but then something twists in me, something dark, jealousy. I stalk over to Cyra, Liam’s forest-y scent all over her, like she’s been out between the trees all day. I want to carry her off and check every last bit of her, making sure she’s okay, that he didn’t do anything to her. Liam’s scent is all over her skin and her clothes, and while a little spicy, I don’t smell his cum or anything like that. Good.
Though, my cerberus seems less forgiving, still snarling at Liam, at how he should keep his hands off Cyra. Off, off, off her. Or he’ll make sure Liam can’t ever touch her again. My cerberus flashes images in my mind, ripped off limbs, fighting Liam, taking him out. Though the thoughts grind to a halt when something else sneaks in ‘Cyra would hate that, she’ll hate you if you do that’.
That grinds all my thoughts to a halt. Fuck! How did I almost lose control?
“Max?” Cyra trails her fingers over my shirt. “Are you okay?”
I nod, trying to get myself back under control. I can’t act like that, I really can’t. She’s not just mine, how we all reacted to her proves that, but I’m still not really comfortable about the idea of sharing her... “Zack and Spence brought your stuff over. It’s in the other room. You should probably take a look.”
Her face falls as she nods, then she turns and I spot something on her neck. A hickey. A fucking hickey!
“Liam!” I storm out the back door, trying to spot my ‘best friend’. ‘Dead friend’ more like it, if I get my hands on him. The guy who fucking dared to put his hands, or more precisely, his lips, on my girl. “Where the fuck are you?”
He’s not behind the house, his clothes a crumpled heap next to the door to Cyra’s room. I stalk over, but he’s not in her room either, then I hear his hoofs on the sand on the beach, running away.
That guy! He knew! He knew I’d get angry. He did it on purpose!
I’m about to undress, wanting to go after him, fight him to the ground and let him know that he’s not to touch her without me knowing about it, without me giving him the okay first. He can’t go behind my back, no fucking way.
“Max!” Zack is standing on the path to the beach, holding up his phone, his face serious. “Leave him be. We’ve got other things to worry about.”
“Two things.” Spence appears in the doorway, holding up some papers. “You need to see this. I just spotted this in the printer.”
Sighing, I pull my shirt back on, though I don’t miss the way Spence’s eyes lingered on me a moment. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I figured out his type...
I wait until Spence and Zack are both inside and then I follow them, my frustration with Liam gone. I’ve got other things on my mind, like protecting Cyra, like protecting and taking care of Cyra, my mate-to-be.
“How much do you have left?” I look at Cyra, who’s sitting at the other side of the table, her hands tightly locked together in front of her as she glares at me.
“Does it matter?” She’d looked pretty happy when she came in, but she’s definitely not happy anymore. She glares at Spence. “How did you even find out? Did you look through my things?”
He shakes his head, pushing the papers he was holding her way. “Bank statements. I just saw them on top of the pile that Max printed out. It was pretty easy to figure out what the big expense you have every other month would be. You’re about to run out, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off.” Cyra’s voice breaks and she pushes herself up. “Just... Let me be. I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this. I don’t have to tell you. I’ll figure out a way. This is private.”
I remember how scared she’d looked about having to pay for the repairs on her car, and the statement Spence is holding makes it very obvious that she won’t ‘figure it out’. There’s no money in her account, none.
I stand up, dropping my voice because I need a damn answer. I need to know how fast we have to act, how long we have before things could get dangerous. “You don’t have the funds to ‘figure it out’. How. Long. Do. You. Have. Left.” I don’t like using my Alpha powers, but it seems that she keeps pushing all my buttons and it keeps sneaking out.
She stops, not facing us, trembling and I immediately feel like crap. “Two weeks, give or take, on the pheromone suppressants. But I
