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“Are there unofficial ones?” Ben asked, his brother half-asleep against his side.

“There are, but those can be risky. They’re mostly used by sketchy people, vampires and others alike and are like hookup apps really,” Rian explained, his nose scrunching with disgust.

“Oh, right, because it can enhance, erm, hookups.” Ben nodded thoughtfully.

“On the official app, the accounts have to be verified for everyone’s safety. I checked and there are donors around, so it should all be fine.” He grinned. “Of course, the fact that the government doesn’t want it to be used as a hookup app doesn’t mean people don’t try to get around it. There’s words and phrases people use in their bios to indicate what they’re looking for.”

Laughing, Brodie asked, “So what you mean is you can tell what the town is like based on what code people are using? Like if our neighbors are more liberal and kinky than we think?”

Carys made a disturbed face. “Oh gods, don’t tell me.”

“Let’s say it’s going to be tricky to find a regular donor who is just doing it out of the goodness of their heart,” Rian said in a deadpan tone.

“Noooo…,” Carys whined, while the rest of us laughed.

That night, she peeked into the bedroom. I was drying my hair after a shower and Brodie was reading a book in bed.

“Hey guys? If I need to sleep next to someone, I’ve asked Rian if I can invade his privacy—”

“And I said yes!” he called out from somewhere in the direction of his room.

She giggled. “So yeah, feel free to close the bedroom door.” She turned to go, then looked over her shoulder at us. “Besides, I bought earplugs.”

I groaned.

“You better go close the door, eh?” Brodie suggested.

Yeah, I closed the door. Of course I did.

Chapter Seventeen

Brodie

Kye came to the bed, his eyes glinting with mischief. The sexy kind.

“What?” I asked, putting my book on the bedside table.

Instead of going to his side of the bed, he climbed on top and settled against me with his body flush against mine. His hands were on my chest, and he rested his chin on top of them, then gazed at me.

“I think the only way to make you any sexier is if you had glasses. Like those heavy black frames.” He lifted his head and one hand enough to make the “chef’s kiss” gesture before settling back.

I laughed. Hard enough that he moved with it.

Kye looked delighted, then wiped my tears of laughter with his thumb.

I heard steps outside the bedroom door, but it was evident that Kye didn’t.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard this laugh from you, Alpha. Keep it up,” Rian’s pleased voice came through barely loud enough and for my ears only.

Chuckling still, I pecked Kye’s forehead. “How rough of a life it is, having a mate who can’t get bad eyesight.”

“I know. It’s tragic,” he deadpanned. Then the mischief intensified. “Oh, but for our anniversary, you could buy fake glasses, you know.”

I squinted at him, attempting a more serious expression while still being amused as fuck. “Let me get this straight: your version of roleplaying is getting me a fake pair of glasses?”

He thought for a moment, then shrugged as much as he could. “It’s either that or one of those teeny tiny latex nurse’s uniforms.” His whole expression brightened. “Oh, but your ass would look spectacular in a miniskirt!”

I rolled us over and hovered over his madly giggling form. I could taste the three huge as fuck words on my tongue, but some part of me was holding back still. Instead of blurting them out, I glared at him playfully, then dove in for a kiss that seemed to take a life of its own.

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