M
ateo closes the door before flopping on the couch with his coffee in his hands. “What are you looking for?” He asks, watching me.
“All the bills,” I tell him.
Mateo sips his coffee. “What’s left is on the desk, I did the rest already,” Mateo comments, making me look at him.
“You paid them?” I ask him, knowing I had my card on me and the business cards used for pack business.
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t get a hold of you, and some were overdue,” he adds, shrugging.
“Please tell me you didn’t use your own money, Mateo, you should have left them, I would have done it when I got home,” I scold him, now going to the filing cabinet to find the receipts. I am a little baffled. Usually, I handled all pack finances, no one ever wanted to help. I even had three accountants quit before I started doing them because the paperwork was never-ending. Plus, the constant handling of pack members drove them insane.
Mateo shrugs. “What’s mine is yours, I don’t mind helping Ezra. I am your Beta and your mate,” he grins at the last word, still not used to saying it, then again neither am I.
“Don’t use your money, I will transfer it back to you and get you a card for the pack account,” I tell him.
“Is that all you wanted? I want to go check on Kat,” he all but purrs, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“She is still asleep,” I tell him before sitting on the edge of my desk, trying to figure out what’s wrong with him.
Mateo moves to leave. “I should wake her,” he offers.
“Just let her sleep,” I lecture, wondering why he is keen to wake her. He sighs, but sits back down. “I know something is wrong. What is it?” I ask him, wondering why he is trying to escape me.
“Nothing, Ezra, everything is fine, I’m just tired,” he says in a flat voice.
“Right, I can always command you to tell me, but I would rather not,” I point out, but he still says nothing. I sigh. “Go then,” I sigh. He nods, standing up and walking to the door before pausing. I quickly drink the rest of my coffee. “Here, take this out with you,” I order, holding the cup out to him. He steps closer, holding his hand out for it, and I pull it away out of reach. Although I could feel his annoyance at my childishness, his lips tug up and eyes flicker black slightly despite it.
“Ezra give me the damn cup, or I will leave it here,” he snaps, stepping closer, I wrap my hand around his wrist, jerking him to me before placing my mug back on the desk. “Ezra, stop fooling around, just give me the cup,” he demands, his frustration making him growl.
“Not until you tell me why you’re in a mood. Are you angry at me for not coming home?” I question.
“No, I told you I am tired,” Mateo repeats before snatching the cup off my desk.
“I say you’re lying,” I accuse as he turns around to leave.
“Just leave it, Ezra,” he orders before walking out the door and closing it.
Maddox wanders forward, trying to press against the veil to observe our mate. “Hmm,” Maddox worries, and he is right, Mateo isn’t usually like that.
“It’s because you don’t want him,” Maddox points out, interrupting my train of thoughts and making me realize I dropped my walls down. “Wait! Don’t lock me in,” Maddox growls in my head yet doesn’t push forward when I shove him back before he turns, receding into the pits of my mind himself. I sigh, pulling him back.
“What do you mean?” I ask him, I already marked him.
“Mateo wants you to want him like you want Kat, and you think there is something wrong with me, but you can’t even read your own mate’s emotions,” Mateo growls at me.
“I don’t want him, but-”
“Yeah, because you’re straight and yadda yadda, but Mateo isn’t straight, and I can feel you want him. Maybe you aren’t so straight after all,” Maddox points out.
“Pretty sure I am still straight,” I correct him.
“You sure, maybe you should look down, nothing wrong with wanting Mateo. He is our mate,” Maddox points out, making me realize how tight my pants are, just from his presence being close.
I could hear Mateo in the kitchen, and I chew the inside of my lip. Maddox urges me to check on him, and before I realize, my body moves on its own, and I know it is Maddox’s doing, but he doesn’t fight for control when I see Mateo with his back to me washing the mugs in the sink then placing them on a drying rack.
I move behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and he stiffens, glancing at me over his shoulder. He raises an eyebrow at me before reaching over and grabbing the tea towel, and drying his hands on it. “You have decided to be incredibly annoying this morning,” Mateo mumbles.
I press my erection against him, finding that wanting him isn’t about being gay or not, but about wanting my mate, and I did want him. I run one hand under his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath my hands. The other slipped into his track pants before I wrap my hand around his cock, only for him to grip my wrist.
“Don’t play around with me, Ezra, it’s not funny.”
I drag my nose across the plane of his neck, inhaling his scent. “Does this feel like I’m playing?” I correct, bumping my erection against him.
He hesitates but lets my wrist go, letting me touch him. I stroke him slow, letting my fingers run along his long, smooth length. He leans against me, head on my shoulder as his cock twitches in my hand. I find myself painfully hard. My cock throbs and strains in my pants.
Mateo turns around, slipping free from my grip, before he wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. I groan at the touch, the feel of his hard lips against mine, and his scent overwhelms me. I rip at his shirt, buttons go flying as they pop off one after the other until I get my palms on his chest and my lips moving to attack his neck and shoulders, making him groan.