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“We are,” I agreed. “But that doesn’t mean you and she can’t be a thing.”

His face morphed into anger. “Are you saying you’re okay with Hazel dating other guys?”

“Whoa there, grumpy!” I threw my half-eaten protein bar, which landed directly in the center of his chest. “I said you and Hazel could possibly be a thing, not her and a random fucking dude,” I said around a mouthful.

The look of confusion he gave me was almost enough to drive me to anger. Swallowing, I put down the empty wrapper and spoke. “It’s clear you two have a connection, and despite everything, we don’t hate you. Your choice of hockey team is somewhat abysmal, though.” I took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is that we wouldn’t be totally opposed to the idea of you being part of this pack one day. Is that something you would even want? We’ve discussed it. ”

Seb’s eyebrows rose so high, I was afraid they would get lost in his hairline. I was laying my cards on the table here, and it could royally backfire on me.

“I… I’ve always wanted a pack,” he admitted. “I never met anyone I got along with well enough to form a pack. Hazel always spoke about settling down with a single person, like her parents wanted, so I assumed we would never happen…”

“Well, then, it sounds like this is something worth exploring.” I shrugged. “If you’re open to it.”

He nodded. “I am… thank you.”

Smiling, I grabbed another protein bar to replace the one I had thrown at him. If he was part of the pack, I knew Duchess would be happier overall.

I would do anything for her.

It helped that Seb wasn’t half bad.

Chapter 26

Cormac

Phillip and Hazel were on the living room floor, locked in a tense game of Scrabble. Well, the game was clearly tense for Phillip… not so much for Hazel. She was lying on her stomach, wearing nothing but one of Roman’s large T-shirts, while Phillip sat crossed-legged in front of the board, a frown on his face as he hunched over, assessing his letters.

They had been engaging in near constant rematches since our game night, but every time, Hazel trounced him with ease.

“Who’s winning?” I asked with a laugh. I knew full well that Phillip was losing, but I couldn’t resist the urge to tease.

“I am!” Hazel declared in a chipper voice. Her feet were in the air, swinging back and forth as she hummed, cheerfully rearranging her letters.

“You still sane there, Phillip?”

“No,” my friend grumbled. “Her head is like a goddamn dictionary. No one should be able to remember that many words.”

“I’m going to play ‘highjack’ on a double word score… that’s fifty-six points to me!” Hazel chirped happily.

Phillip’s eyes widened as he groaned, turning to me. “My last word was cat… you can imagine how shitty scoring that word was.”

“Meow.” I made a little clawing gesture as I passed on my way into the kitchen to grab a soda.

As soon as my beverage was in hand, I went back to watching the game. The work I had been doing beforehand was no longer interesting when I had Hazel to watch.

Her bare legs were on display, and the T-shirt only just covered that perfect ass I had become accustomed to looking at whenever possible. She really had a fantastic ass. As soon as she was ready, I fully intended to fuck it.

Catching Phillip’s eye, I grinned at him, an idea forming in my mind. He quirked his eyebrow at me, and I nodded at him before setting my drink down and kneeling behind Hazel.

Her legs were no longer swinging in the air, so it was easy to crawl over her, caging her under me, her pert behind grazing my crotch as I leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on that spot under her ear that made her squirm. That sweet, almost fizzy cola scent made my head spin. Powerless to resist its temptation, I licked her skin, making her wriggle against me as I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

The urge to grind my already hardening cock onto her ass was overpowering, so I didn’t resist.

“It’s your turn, sweetness.” I chuckled, kissing her neck, looking at the board. Phillip was trying—and failing— to hide his smirk.

“You guys are playing dirty,” Hazel grumbled, reaching out and picking up a few of her letters. She hastily put down a smaller word, and Phillip’s grin broadened.

My distraction tactic was working. Time to up the stakes.

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