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Nova giggles against my chest. “Yeah, Gage!”

The healer runs his hand through his hair, looking embarrassed. I glare at him. If I can survive being the center of attention, he can deal.He blows out a long huff.

“Death by cuddles,” he grouses, throwing his arms into the mix.

“It’s not a bad way to go,” I remind him, folding him into my arms too. He’s a shit, but he’s ours, and at the end of the day, he’s not so bad.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles.

That sets Nova off, or maybe it was the muffins. She giggles hysterically until we can’t help but join her.

Chapter 26

Briggs

Nova places the last rune tile in the sequence and raises her hand in victory, pumping her fists and wiggling around. After finishing her dance, she hovers over the coffee table, counting her matches.

She’s so fucking cute. Adorable. Sexy as fuck. It makes it difficult to keep my hands to myself. I want to crawl over and take a bite out of the ass she keeps shaking my way.

We’re camped out in the living room by the fire, dinner dishes spread around us as the storm still howls outside. It’s day three of being snowed in, but the cabin is toasty.

Even losing epically isn’t enough to dampen the fun of watching Nova go toe to toe with Gage. They’re kicking our asses at Cauldron, a traditional shifter game that requires matching rune tiles in specific patterns to earn points. Dex and I didn’t learn the runes as kids, and it shows in our weak-ass gameplay.

“That would be two spells and a jinx,” she declares proudly.

Dex scribbles on the pad beside him before giving Nova a dopey grin. “That puts you back in the lead.”

“Not so fast.” Gage makes an over-the-top villainous laugh as he places his next tiles. He piggybacks off her last move, then thedamn genius adds an additional sequence connected to the first, doubling the points.

Nova throws back her head. “I thought I had you that time.”

Gage leans across the coffee table and scrapes his teeth along her neck. “Admit defeat and give me my prize now.”

She shivers but leans in, whispering loud enough for all of us to hear, “Never.” Her eyes catch mine, and they’re full of teasing mischief.

Dex chuckles. “Give him shit, sweetheart.”

I pat my leg. “Come sit with me, and I’ll give you a prize win or lose.”

Her eyes flare with heat, and she crawls my way, no doubt giving Gage and Dex a peek of her ass beneath that sweater.

“What kind of prize?” she asks, leaning over me and stealing a kiss. It’s playful and hungry.

“The kind where you come.” I pinch her nipple, and she moans into my mouth.

As Gage warned, her omega instincts are riding her hard, making it so she needs her alphas’ touch. Over the last few days, while we’ve been riding out the storm in the cabin, she’s spent at least half of it sucking down our scents and coming on our fingers. We’ve talked, cooked together, watched a few movies, and played games, but we’ve never made it far into any of those activities before her perfume swelled.

I swear I’ve walked in on my brother and Nova in the kitchen half a dozen times, her spread out on the table while he feasts between her legs. He’s damn near obsessed with eating her out, and she’s loving it.

He proves my point by scooting closer and palming her ass, his big hands spreading her cheeks. “You can’t put this pretty pussy in my face and expect me not to do something about it, sweet girl.”

“Why do you think I did it, alpha?” she says with false innocence.

Her playfulness makes me salivate. I’m so gone for her.

Her cinnamon apple scent thickens, and I can almost taste her slick in the air. I kiss my way down her neck, then mouth a hard nipple, sucking the peak before moving to the other. Nova gasps into my neck. I tease the edge of her sweater, drawing little circles on her soft skin.

“Please,” she whines.

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