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“You didn’t have to go out in the rain to get me food.” I hang the jacket on the back of the chair, adding the umbrella as I finally look up at him.

Cam looks completely out of my league, standing in front of me, soaked to the bone. He defies all logic with how hot he is. As I stare, a drip of water falls from a strand of hair hanging over his forehead and makes a path down the side of his face, over the day-old stubble, and along his jawline. Is it bad I want to lick it off of him?

“We didn’t have anything here,” he says with a nonchalant shrug like going out and getting food for your roommate is normal.

It isn’t, and I know technically I am more than a roommate. They’ve made it clear even without fully claiming me. This is all part of courting an omega. Blake and Cam are ticking all the boxes, even if Riley and Matt skipped a few steps.

Would I take back even a second of last weekend? No. I loved every moment. Even with the bruises fading, and their busy schedules keeping us from repeating it, I know we will. I want more from all of them. Including Cam. I just don’t know how to express it.

“Cam, I’m serious. The food from you and the gifts from Blake aren’t necessary. You don’t need to impress me.”

He chuckles, closing the distance between us. “They aren’t to impress you, cupcake. They are to court you and show you we want you as part of our pack no matter how we acted before.”

I tilt my head back to look at him. Pleasant shivers run over my skin as he rubs my shoulders soothingly. “Do you need forgiveness? Because I’m over it. Yes, you were a jerk, but I’ve experienced worse. It isn’t a big deal.” I try to shrug beneath his touch, but his fingers tighten, and a growl leaves his throat.

“It is a big deal,” he says stubbornly. I have the image of a younger Cam, equally as stubborn, trying to take care of my scraped knee.

It is a big deal. Stay still, we have to clean it. You don’t want to lose the whole leg do you, Rinny?

The serious look on his face back then had me sitting on the edge of the toilet in his house and enduring the sting of alcohol being poured over the bleeding wound as he knelt between my legs.

I relent; I always give in to Cam. “Fine, what do you have?” Sinking into the chair, I grab the first container from the pile and open it. There is something of everything inside.

He sits beside me and digs out a plastic fork and a container of syrup. “I know it isn’t the same as cooking for you.”

Picking up a slice of bacon, I break a piece off and pop it into my mouth. I don’t know what to say to him. Every kind gesture he makes has my heart swelling inside my chest, attempting to take over my whole body until I’m nothing but pure emotion for him.

“It’s good.” I take another bite and cover my lips as I chew. “Thank you.”

“Well, you know what they say…” he trails off.

“What do they say?” I smile, playing along.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, especially when it involves a side of kisses.”

I look into the container like I’m searching for something before looking up at him, my stomach tumbling as I do. “I don’t see any kisses in here. They must have forgotten them.”

His eyes dip to my lips, and he leans forward, capturing my chin between his fingers and lowering his voice. “That is because I have them all right here.”

As Cam's lips meet mine, a wave of warmth washes over me, melting away any lingering traces of unsure and awkward feelings. His touch is tender yet electric, sending sparks dancing across my skin. I feel my stomach flutter with butterflies, a feeling I can't help but savor.

His words resonate in my mind, and I smile against his lips. "That's quite the side of kisses you've got there," I tease, my voice barely above a whisper.

Cam's chuckle vibrates against my lips, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. Without hesitation, I part for him, allowing our tongues to dance in a sweet, intimate rhythm.

In that moment, everything else fades away—the teasing laughter, the playful banter—and all that exists is the connection between us, the warmth of his embrace, and the taste of his kisses. He doesn’t take it further, and I don’t push for more. It is perfect as it is.

As we finally pull away, a soft smile plays on my lips, and I find myself lost in the depths of his gaze. Breakfast may be important, but right now, at this moment, I realize that sharing kisses with him is the sweetest start to any day.

CHAPTER 34

Cameron

The time I spend with Erin is a sort of torture. Riley’s mark on her neck never fails to catch my attention, screaming at me that my mark may never line her throat. Because what kind of alpha would claim someone if they can’t give them every part of themselves?

A really crappy one.

I’m starting to think I would do anything to keep her, which would put me firmly in that category. It is like I’m a man possessed, the need to take care of her riding me so hard that I’m doing shit like going to the Baldwin at the butt crack of dawn because we are out of breakfast food.

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