Page 57 of Tangled Hearts

About time, I said, staying quiet for her as I made my way to the edge of the bed, glancing at my friend, happy that he was happy.

I know, I waited too long. I let her doubt me and… well, I was stupid, even though a small part of me still feels guilty, he said with an expression that was mostly happy but tinged with a little sadness.

Well, I’m glad you mated her. Just another missing puzzle piece in the bond. Gray sat at the edge of the bed

Happiness looks good on you, dude. I itched to run my hands up her legs, caress her body until it sang for me.

I feel lighter even though I still feel the weight of Serena, but I think that is something I’ll carry forever. He gave me a sad smile. Come on, I know you guys are dying to get in bed with her.

I pushed Gray as I took off my shoes laying next to her.

Asshole. Gray grumbled.

Slowly spooning her, an ache eased in me.

“Soren.” Oria’s soft voice made me smile.

“Yeah, Blondie?” I kissed her shoulder.

She sighed, content to probably go back to sleep.

“Gray?” she asked.

“Right here, Sunshine,” he responded.

She hummed and I almost traded places with my brother; you snooze you lose.

“Max?” she sighed.

“He’s outside, love,” I said, kissing her head.

Her disappointment came through the bond.

“He’s running the perimeter because we won't take any chances with you,” Gray said quickly.

“Ok,” she said, pushing her ass against me.

I held her hips still when she did it again.

“Blondie,” I warned.

“I ache,” she whimpered.

“Did your mate not satisfy you?” I taunted her.

Ryder growled on cue when she turned to look at me.

“You’re such a naughty boy, Soren.” Her sultry voice stoked the desire within me.

“I’ll be your naughty boy, Blondie.” I cupped her cheek. “Morning, noon and night.”

I kissed her, wanting nothing but to fill her with my cock over and over again. She made the decision for me when she straddled my lap, grinding herself on my clothed cock. The bed shifted, except I was too enthralled with my mate to care what was happening. Threading my hand behind her neck, I pulled her down to kiss her properly.

She moaned into the kiss, pulling up my shirt.

“Argh,” she cried, when the shirt didn’t pull up.

I chuckled, sitting up so we could get my shirt off. There was a desperation in her movements that I hadn’t seen before. Once we took off my shirt, she yanked me in for a kiss while unbuttoning my pants.

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