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He shakes his head, a slight smile on his lips. “No.”

“Precisely. You are my choice. Well, one of them. And you will all get along nicely for my omega or I’ll make you pay.”

Bray’s smile returns fully, lighting up his face for the first time since I’ve seen him. “Oh, yeah, how?”

I smirk. “There are so many ways. I’m not going to ruin it for you, but suffice it to say I have ways to make you suffer that you couldn’t even prepare for.”

“Maybe I enjoy suffering.”

“Maybe you do,” I whisper back. “But maybe you like fucking even more. Maybe you’d prefer to be buried balls deep inside me, fisting my hair and making me scream.”

Bray’s nostrils flare. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Mmm, so how about we all behave ourselves for a couple of weeks and have some fun?”

Bray closes the distance, pulling me tight up against his body with one arm, holding me tight, his lips mash against mine.

The kiss is wild, and I can feel us both growing out of control. I grab his hair and yank on it, gasping when he slaps my ass.

“Well!”

We draw apart, and I turn my head, finding a woman walking past us, trying hard to keep her eyes off us and failing miserably. A young couple walk hand in hand and keep their heads down like they are embarrassed. They look vaguely familiar.

“Another strike against you, Brayson Langley,” I purr and touch my lips lightly to his.

“This crime, I’ll gladly cop to, fuck, I want to do it again.”

“We could-”

“Erin!”

“Why does everyone interrupt us when we get together?” I whisper.

“The universe is a cruel mistress,” Bray whispers back.

“Tonight, you and me, we need to explore this situation between us in privacy with a more detailed exploration.”

Brays’ eyes twinkle as he pulls back. “Tonight. I’ll meet you at your cabin.”

“Sold!” I kiss him again and then yelp when someone tackles us both.

“Ah-ha. Look what I caught, Finnoghal.”

I frown at Locke’s new nickname for Finn, but then Locke has wormed his way in-between us, and I’m floored by the sudden possessive feeling that rises inside me.

This. My omega with my alphas. This is what right is.

Why is that terrifying?

Chapter fifteen

Bray

That fierce possessive lightin her eyes stays with me all afternoon. I’m leaning over the Carmichael’s ancient silver sedan, changing spark plugs and doing an oil filter on a service I’ll probably see a third of what I should actually receive, but I’m not unhappy.

Engines make sense. People confuse me.

Indeed, just thinking about the way she kissed me, my lips still tasting like her, it’s all baffling. I can still feel every curve pressed against me. Why would she throw it all away and go back?

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