Page 63 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

We’d erased it.

“You’ll spend heat with me,” he said.

“Did you ignore everything I just said?”

“No. I heard you. You’re going to pick a mate. But right now you’re stuck between multiple men, right? If you spend heat with one of them, it’ll force you to choose.”

“I need to choose. It’s time to get it over with. Plus, heat could help me feel the chemistry I’m lacking with them. Kody is looking like my best option, even though we don’t have that. You and I didn’t have it before heat, either.”

He scoffed. “Like hell we didn’t. We just ignored it.”

“I didn’t feel it,” I said stubbornly. “So maybe I’m just ignoring it with Kody, too.”

Clay’s nostrils flared. “Has he kissed you?”

“Yes.”

He clenched his jaw. I heard a growl he tried to stifle.

“If your wolf is going to do the claiming thing, this definitely isn’t happening.” I gestured to the entire house.

“He’s not,” Clay gritted out. “I just didn’t know you were dating, let alone making out with people. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to ask you about the friends with benefits thing for weeks.”

“But that can’t happen, and we’re just friends,” I pointed out. “We’re going to have to erase heat, too.”

He barked out a laugh. “That’s not possible.”

I didn’t need to ask why it wasn’t possible. I’d used my vibrator to take off the edge a few times since heat, and I hadn’t been able to stop myself from picturing Clay when I had.

The way he’d fucked me from behind, on the tile floor.

The way he ate me out while I sat on the countertop.

The way he pinned me to the bed and fucked me like a wild animal.

Yeah, I wasn’t going to be able to erase heat.

And I wasn’t going to be the one who questioned why he couldn’t either. If he was getting off to the memories, it was better for me not to know.

“Then I really don’t think we’re going to be able to do the roommate thing without your wolf trying to claim me.”

“We’ll be fine. He’s not like that.” There was an edge to Clay’s voice.

Someone knocked on the door before I could shut down the roommate thing completely. That was just a bad idea.

Clay’s nostrils flared. “It’s Kody.”

“Since we’re living together, I’m allowed to invite him in, right?” I called out.

“If you want my wolf to eat him for smelling him in my territory, sure,” he called back.

“Your wolf hasn’t eaten me yet,” I reminded him.

“I handled that for him.”

My face burned as I tugged the door open. Kody had his hands in his pockets on the doorstep, and there was darkness in his eyes that told me he heard what Clay had just said.

Great.

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