His hands shook uncontrollably. His heart beat rapidly. He couldn’t believe this was happening – he could get his life back. Excitement rushed through him, and he felt like sharing the moment with someone.
Without thinking, Deltta pressed Mac’s code. He picked up immediately. Deltta smiled as warmth bubbled inside him.
“Were you waiting for me to connect with you?” he teased.
Mac sputtered. “Ahh…no. What? No. Why would I? I had the connector in my hand.”
“Really?” Deltta laughed, closing his eyes. It felt good talking to him. “Talk to me.”
Mac went silent.
"Mac?"
“I…about what?”
Was he flustered? Deltta wished he could see him.
“What are you doing besides having the connector in your hand?”
“I’m working on my recipes. I need to come up with new recipes for my samples.” A rustling sound filled the connector.
“Samples?”
“Yes. Jamue and I are starting a business. We have a potential client. He wants to taste more samples.”
“You’re not going to sell my spirit, right?”
Silence met his question. His eyes popped open. “Mac?” he growled out, suddenly feeling possessive of the damn spirit. It was ridiculous, but he wanted it to belong to him…only him. He made it for him.
Mac hesitated. “Do you mind?”
“It’s mine.”
“I know. But it’s also mine, and I can sell it if I want to,” he said defiantly.
Damn. His defiance stoked a fire inside him.
Deltta hissed. “Are you sure about that?”
Mac audibly gulped. Something delicious sizzled over his skin. Deltta straightened. Were they still talking about the spirit? He wasn’t so sure. “It belongs to me. Every single part of it is mine. Do you want me to prove it?”
“I’m not…”
“Listen, baby,” Deltta growled into the connector, his entire body tightening. “Don’t give away what’s mine. I don’t like it.”
“Deltta…” he moaned.
Shit. Deltta groaned. How the hell did they get here? They were definitely not talking about the spirit. Deltta worked hard to shove the possessive beast deep inside him. “Mac listen…”
“I’ll remove it from my list of samples.” He declared.
Deltta didn’t know what to say to that. “Are you sure?”
“I’ll do it, if you want me to,” he said softly, as if he was begging for his approval. The alpha in him loved that he was willing to submit to him without thought. It made him want him even more. But this was his business, and his rant wasn’t about the spirit. It was about Mac. He wanted him.
Deltta rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed for going off like that. He needed to calm the fuck down where Mac was concerned. The omega had him tied up in knots. He needed to figure out how to turn what they had into something more permanent. He could always ask Mac. But he knew the kind of alpha he had become. Mac might tolerate him during their heats but being with him every day might be difficult. Deltta was possessive, rough, animalistic - too much.
Deltta swallowed.