Page 45 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

He looks at me first.

I nod once.

He doesn’t need my permission to want her. It’s more a recognition that we’re in the same place.

Scarlet follows the exchange. “You two are doing that silent pack conversation again.”

“Yes,” I say.

“What are you saying?”

Wes steps closer but stops outside her reach. “That Roman kissed you.”

Her chin lifts. “I kissed him too.”

“I saw.”

The rough approval in his voice makes her scent spike.

Wes’s gaze moves over her face. “Do you want me to kiss you too?”

Scarlet’s breath catches. Her attention moves to me.

I remain where I am, close enough to reach and far enough that she isn’t pressured. “You don’t have to choose between us.”

“I know that.”

“Do you?”

Her gaze drops to my mouth, then moves back to Wes.

Whatever she sees between us answers the question.

“Yes,” she says. “I want both of you.”

Wes crosses the remaining distance. He cups her jaw and kisses her with more restraint than his scent suggests he possesses. Scarlet grabs the front of his shirt, pulling him closer until control gives way to hunger. His other hand settles at her waist.

My cock goes hard watching them.

Scarlet makes a soft, needy sound into his mouth, and Wes answers with a low purr that vibrates through the kitchen.

I move behind her slowly, my hands settling on her hips.

She leans into me without breaking the kiss. The trust in that small movement nearly brings me to my knees.

Wes lifts his mouth from hers. His forehead rests briefly against hers while they breathe. “What do you want?” he asks. “Say it clearly.”

Her green eyes flash. “I want you both to touch me.”

Wes’s expression turns intensely satisfied. “Good omega.”

Her knees soften.

I catch her around the waist, brushing my mouth to the curve of her shoulder. Her scent grows sweeter beneath my lips. “Bedroom?” I ask.

Scarlet’s body stiffens for half a second.

“Living room,” Wes says. “No closed doors.”