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A tear rolls down his cheek, wetting my face. I brush his hair out of his eyes, then tuck his head under my chin and card my fingers through the strands until he calms.

Somehow we make it home without being pulled over and arrested for public indecency. Jamie and Brendan work on unloading everything while Anthony and I go clean up. We shower together, and I smile when his soapy hands wander over my body and start grabbing handfuls of tits and ass.

Anthony threads his fingers into the wet hair at my nape and squeezes, pressing me up against the cold tile wall. He fucks me there, my legs wrapped around his hips. My arms locked around his neck.

The first few thrusts remind me that my pussy’s sore until slick gathers, easing his movements. Water droplets gather on our skin and steam fills the shower, and his pleasure becomes mine through our new bond. Mine becomes his until neither one of us knows where the other ends or begins.

“I fucking love you, baby,” he groans, hips pistoning.

One of us comes and the other one follows, and I bury my face in his throat, my nose searching for the faint scent that’s him. Anthony. My first official packmate.

But not my last.

Once we’re dry and dressed, we cuddle in bed in a jumble of limbs, and everything is perfect.

Two days later, when the delivery guys haul the old mattress and the unboxing trash away, I have to admit that they were right. The new bed is enormous and perfect. Nobody has to worry about falling off the edge when they turn over in their sleep. Although we still cuddle in a pile in the middle.

Anthony helps me hang up the bed curtains and string lights, and I talk him out of repainting the room when he finds out my favorite color is turquoise. His concern that the nest isn’t perfect is cute. He takes it way more seriously than I do.

When he pulls up the Pin It boards and makes me look at crown molding options, I distract him with sex. And that’s how Brendan walks in on us and I end up taking both of them while Jamie wanders in from the kitchen to watch until we pull him down too.

ChapterThirty-Three

JAMIE

It’s here.It’s here, it’s here, it’s finally here. Should I open it? Make sure it turned out right? Or should I bring it to her first and let her open it?

Indecision roots me on the spot. Thankfully Anthony shuts the sliding glass door and tosses his cigarette pack and lighter onto the side table I put there for his smoke breaks.

Good.I’m glad he’s home. Anthony can tell me what I should do. He always knows these things.

“Babe,” I say, snagging his attention. “I don’t know what to do.”

He glances at the box. “Is that the wetsuit?”

A wetsuit? Why would he think it’s a…“Huh?”

“Didn’t you order a wetsuit for Vee that ended up being on backorder or something?” he asks, scratching the five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“Oh, right. The wetsuit. The wetsuit for Vee.Thatwetsuit.”

Anthony grins like he does sometimes when he says I’m being funny, though I wasn’t trying to tell a joke. But as long as he’s happy and laughing, I don’t mind it. I like when he smiles. He’s too serious all the time.

“Yeah, babe,” Anthony says. “Thatwetsuit. So is that it?”

I look at the box and read the discreet label again to make sure it’s not. “No.”

Anthony shakes his head and grins. “The suspense is killing me. What’d you order?”

“It’s my courting present for Vee. It had to be custom made, so it took a while to get it. I wasn’t sure if I should open it or let her do it.”

I can’t say the words without blushing. It doesn’t matter that it’s Anthony I’m talking to. That he knows all my secrets. My hidden desires. These unnatural urges.

Alphas take. Claim. They don’t beg to have their cocks locked up. To have their omega own their chastity. Despite my embarrassment, I’m excited. My cock is already thickening with anticipation.

His eyes widen, and then his grin does too. “Well now, I definitely have to see it if it’s got you blushing like that. Plus, if it was custom made, we should check it and make sure the order turned out okay. Then we can wrap it in a pretty package for her. What exactly did you order?”

I only hesitate for a moment before I agree with him. He’s right. Anthony usually is. What if they’d sent me the wrong thing and I didn’t know until she opened it?

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