Dean seriously wondered if he was hallucinating from all the sex and pheromones soaked into the room. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he'd died. Maybe this was the afterlife and it was personally designed to mock him.
He closed his eyes, inhaled slowly, and tried to sound stable and mature.
What came out instead was… "Are you fucking nuts?"
Arion's arm tightened around Dean's waist like he was bracing for impact, but his voice stayed maddeningly even. "No."
Dean opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling like it had legal authority. "That was the wrong answer."
Arion's breath warmed the back of Dean's neck. "It's the correct one."
Dean let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan. "Arion. You can't just casually drop 'sigma' like it's a preference for sparkling water."
Arion's mouth brushed Dean's shoulder, faintly amused. "I'm telling you."
Dean turned his head just enough to glare at him. "You're telling me you're a rung above every dominant alpha I've ever met."
