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I sighed dramatically, like forcing the words out was a hardship, when in reality, it was anything but. “You were right.”

“I was right?” She acted shocked. “About what?”

“Mayonnaise and fries are a delicious combination.” She rolled her eyes in the most adorable fashion at my confession.

“Say it with meaning,” she demanded, and fuck it, she didn’t even have to try and her power left me weak.

“Mayonnaise and fries are my new favorite fucking food. I can’t get enough. I want to fucking lick it off your body like you’re my personal platter.”

“Okay, that was a bit gross.” She wrinkled up her nose.

“You said ‘say it with meaning.’ What’s more meaningful than my tongue lapping against your skin?”

She pushed against my shoulder, and I tried not to wince. Even weeks later, my body wasn’t a hundred percent. “You guys are insatiable.”

Boyce opened one eye before reaching an arm out and wrapping it around her waist, pulling her to his body. “It’s because you smell delicious.”

She did. She smelled like fucking heaven. Like a gift from the fates just for us. It didn’t help matters that the sight of our bites deep into her skin made me hard every damn time. I wanted to bite her over and over, claim her again and again, until there was no doubt in the world whom she belonged to, whom she had always belonged to.

Mine.

The animal inside of me nearly rumbled at the word, approving of the very claim. He’d made sure she knew it too, over and over again, and when her heat crept up a week after we returned, no one saw a single one of us for a week straight. Vince and Boyce were furious to learn that what they’d felt in past wasn’t a mysterious virus after all. The first pang of their stomachs and the scent in the air had earned me deadly threats and a few bruises, but then the sound of her calling, wanting and needing us, had them forgetting their names in order to please her.

Bella twisted her body, straddling Boyce so she could lean down and kiss him. “You don’t smell nearly as good.”

He smirked, and by the glint in his eyes, I knew he was proud of the fact. “I smell like you.”

“I know, you need a shower.”

We all needed a shower after last night, but I could hardly move, let alone walk, to the adjacent bathroom. Instead of disputing the fact, Boyce’s smirk grew into a full grin. “Well, I might smell a little less like you if you didn’t spend so much time riding my face.”

She leaned down so that her lips were brushing his ear and whispered, though we all could hear her as she said, “And what a ride that was.”

She pulled back, and his eyes locked on hers, not even daring to blink as he lifted her hips up before bringing her body down on his cock. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, her mouth slightly parted, as her breaths picked up. She paused, waiting for her body to adjust before she rose up on her knees and dropped back down again.

I couldn’t help but watch. The site of my packmate’s dick disappearing into our mate’s body was fucking mesmerizing, and though I should’ve been exhausted after the night she gifted us, I wasn’t. I wanted her more and more each second. I doubted I could live a day without her now. It was crazy what a single bite to your fated mate could do to a person. It was almost like my craving for her surpassed all else, and to think, we could have had her sooner. We could have had this, this undeniable bliss, if I hadn’t been so dead set on rejecting her.

Her hips shifted, tearing a groan from Boyce’s throat as she leaned forward, grabbing a handful of Vince’s hair and pulling upward, forcing him to sit up before crashing her lips to his. Vince didn’t hesitate, didn’t seem to care that she was effortlessly riding his friend. All he cared about was the little slice of attention our mate was offering, and he greedily devoured it, absorbing her lust into his body like that alone fed his soul.

He rose to his knees, his hands instantly going to her skin to roam over her body as he deepened the kiss. As the alpha of this subpack, I shouldn’t find the sight so appealing, but as a man, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The sharp contrast between his tan, tattooed skin and her flawless creamy flesh had my own cock jumping. The imagery was damn near art I wished to capture and frame on our bedroom wall, and that thought…well, it was concerning. We were killers by trade, yet mated to Bella? She had me damn near spouting poetry.

Boyce leaned up, using all the muscles in his abdomen to support his weight as he captured Bella’s breast, and the sight nearly had my unhinged. My chest rumbled, a sound escaping me that I hadn’t realized I was making until Bella tore her lips away from Vince, her gaze solely focused on me. Fuck, she was beautiful. A masterpiece. The most glorious sculpture I’d ever seen.

Mine.I growled, and my wolf echoed it, agreeing that she most definitely was ours. She always had been. She always would be. I made sure of that the moment my teeth sank into her neck, connecting her mind, body, and soul fully to myself. She was mine. Completely.

Yours,she echoed before lifting herself off of Boyce and pulling herself away from Vince to crawl to me.Are you going to show me just how much I’m yours, Alpha?

Fuck, I knew she was mocking me and my status, but I couldn’t bother to care, not when her breasts were dangling perfectly in front of me as she leaned over my body. Only a weak man would make a move toward them, and fuck, I proved myself weak because I couldn’t stop my hands from cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently before rolling the nipples between my fingers. She closed her eyes, the pleasure of my touch making her whole body shiver.

“How you feeling, old man?” She smirked, and I know she was baiting me, but I was already being reeled in.

“Old? Don’t make me prove you wrong, Bella. I may have a few years or so on you, but there is nothing old about this body.” Except the fact that I currently wasn’t top notch, still healing from the unfortunate misjudgment on my part.

She raised one of her delicate little brows. “Truth or dare?” I blinked a few times. The struggle to process what she was asking when her bare skin warmed my palm was nearly impossible. She asked again, “Truth or dare, Silas? And remember, never pick dare unless you’re willing to suffer.”

Suffer? How much more suffering could I possibly endure for this girl? It didn’t matter, I’d do it all over again, without question, without hesitation. “Dare.”

As the word left my mouth, I heard Boyce mutter, “Yeah I’d never pick that in the bedroom again,”and I suddenly had regrets. What did I get myself into? What the hell could she do that would be so bad it had Boyce swearing off dares? As an evil grin spread across her face, I knew with certainty that I was about to find out.

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