Page 7 of Doubly Bound

“Oh, who gives a crap? We’re on a beach, Ginger. Everyone looks at everyone else’s goodies,” she quipped.

Bloody hell, the female stole his attention from the war he waged within himself. Just who else was looking at her goodies? His Dragon would char the bastards black and eat them in one bite!

Mine, the beast growled. The sound must have been loud because the lass turned round and rolled her eyes at him!

Him.

Imagine that!

Not an ounce of fear went through her as she gave him the stink-eye and finished cleaning the mess.

He was standing not twenty feet away, staring openly at her like some twit. He deserved nothing less than her disdain. But fuck, he couldn’t move a single inch in any direction.

Fascinating.

The mighty Alpha was glued to the spot and struck dumb by a girl!

“Whatever. So, keep looking then,” she growled, pointedly ignoring all seven feet of him.

Next, she placed the tray with the broken glass on the small table. She dropped her belongings on the ground by one of the empty lounge chairs and settled into the seat with a sigh that made his hard cock throb inside his shorts.

“Sage—”

“I am going to sit here and try to forget that you spilled the first marg of my vacation, Ani.”

“Sorry,” grumbled the blonde, this Ani.

“Don’t worry, hon,” said the redhead.

“You should both worry,” warned his vixen.

Aye. You’re a sassy lass. He grinned. Callan turned and nodded once at a passing waiter. The man was a Shifter, and with one pointed look at the tray, understood. He bowed at the females and took the broken glasses away, rushing to fetch another round for the women. Callan would take care of the bill, of course. His future mate had so thoroughly captivated him, the least she deserved was a drink.

Mine.

The word was forced into his brain by a voice not his own. Callan growled ferociously in response. Turning around, he saw Landry stalking nearby. The Liger was shaking from head to foot. His blue eyes glowing with the need to change.

Well, that was a first. His Omega typically talked him down. Never the opposite. But his partner needed aid, and Callan would give it. Like any good Alpha. Turning slightly, he focused on his friend.

Callan pressed against Landry’s mind with his Dragon. The Alpha beast snarled and hissed, stomping his feet with a mighty roar, and the White Liger quieted. But the man was right. She was theirs. Their third. They had finally found her. After all this time, he thought with quiet pride.

Mine, repeated Landry.

Ours, corrected Callan.

He felt the Liger’s agreement and exhaled. Relaxing, Callan allowed his gaze to swing back to the tempting lass. The last thing he wanted was to have friction between the two of them. They were a unit. The most potent Alpha Omega pair amongst the known Triads.

However, it was precisely because they were both so powerful and dominant that this would be difficult. The need to possess the female would drive them both hard until they claimed her and sealed their bond.

Yes.

Claim.

Mark.

Mate.

His Dragon hissed inside his mind’s eye. The ancient beast knew nothing of modern women. Instinct drove the Dragon, leaving it up to the man to rein him in.

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