Page 17 of Beta's Virgin Bride

“I’d say you’ve already won her over.”

“And you?” I asked. “Have I won you over?”

She reached up and rubbed her neck where I’d bitten her last night. My chest rumbled with possession. She was mine. My woman. My mate. My whole world. The lost look in her eyes undid me.

“I don’t know how to do this, Cyan.”

“Do what?”

“Be mated. I… The sex was good.”

I laughed. “You passed out from the pleasure, Ivy, and good is the best you can come up with?”

She scowled at me. “I don’t really have anything to compare it to, unless you want to know how you rate against my fingers.”

I growled, backing her against the wall and pinning her there with my hips. “Jesus, woman. Keep painting pictures like that, and I’m going to come in my jeans.”

“Cyan.” My name was a throaty moan from her lips while she rocked her hot pussy against me.

“Don’t start something we can’t finish,” I admonished and forced myself to take a step back. Jasmine could walk back in at any moment. “Let me go shopping with the two of you. You get the groceries. I’ll get the flowers and the good chocolate.”

Ivy laughed. “It really isn’t exciting.”

“I don’t know. You’ve never done it with me.”

There was that lusty heat in her eyes again. “I—”

Her phone rang, and she dropped whatever she’d been about to say and answered it.

“Hey, Helen. Nothing special.” Her gaze flicked over me as she nodded to something this Helen said. “Just a minute and I’ll ask her.” She covered the phone with her hand and stepped into the other room, calling for her sister. “Angelica’s mom is on the phone. They’re camping out tonight and wanted to see if you’d like to tag along.”

All I was hearing was Jasmine might be gone for the night. Sure, I wanted to get to know Ivy’s sister better, but there was plenty of time for that. I wasn’t going anywhere. But a night alone with Ivy? Hell, yes! I could have my wicked way with her, make her shout her pleasure at the top of her lungs.

“Yes!” Jasmine yelled, bouncing around and waving her arms in the air, successfully ending my wayward thoughts. “Please, please, please!”

I clasped my hands in front of me and, catching Ivy’s gaze, mouthed the same words.

Ivy laughed and nodded. “Go pack a bag, and don’t forget your toothbrush.”

She turned back to the phone. “I’m sure you heard that.” She laughed again. “Actually, I was heading out to the grocery store. I can drop her off.” She cocked her head, scrunched up her nose and nodded. “Okay. We’ll be here.”

She thumbed her phone off. “Helen will be here in fifteen minutes. They’re already out and about, picking up stuff for the weekend.”

“The whole weekend!” Jasmine was back to bouncing, and I was hard pressed not to join her.

“If you behave,” Ivy said, and Jasmine launched herself at her sister.

“I will! I will! Promise! And I won’t have to worry about you all alone ‘cause Cyan’s here.” She turned toward me. “You’ll stay, won’t you?”

“Absolutely,” I agreed before Ivy could say anything.

“Yay!” Jasmine bellowed. “I love camping! We get to play in the woods and swim and howl at the moon! We make smores and tell scary stories and stay up as late as we want.”

“Maybe, I want to go camping instead,” I suggested. “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“No, you have to stay with Ivy, but we can all go camping someday, if you want to. Rowan used to take us camping when he had the time. He said I reminded him of his little sister.”

“I know some really cool spots we can go,” I promised.

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