Griffin might not have been the most intellectual of the alphas, but he certainly wasn't blind to what was happening around him. Right now, Alaric looked like a deer caught in headlights, guilt practically oozing off of him.
Griffin narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Don't tell me you two fucked."
"No, we didn't!" Alaric blurted, nearly choking on his own spit in his haste to deny it. "We just… made out. Not once," he admitted reluctantly, scratching the back of his neck. "And, uh… under the rain."
Griffin let out a low whistle, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "It was that good, huh?"
Alaric's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he fumbled for words, his gaze darting away.
"But you do want to fuck her, don't you?" Griffin pressed, his tone casual but his gaze scrutinizing.
Alaric shot him a challenging look, finally regaining some composure. "And you don't?"
