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Graham smiled. Perfect. They were perfect.

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Ash heldout a finger in front of Graham, leaning down over him. “Suck.”

“Don’t wanna,” Graham pouted. He twisted his hips on the pillow Ash had wedged beneath them. He smiled wickedly and said the most inappropriate thing he could think of. “Fuck me.”

The finger, covered with peanut butter, continued to hover in front of his face. “Oh, I’m going to,” Ash agreed. “I’m going to knot you again, promise. But you need to eat. Can’t have you passing out on me.”

Grudgingly, Graham took the finger in his mouth and licked it clean. Then he licked it some more. Ash groaned and jerked inside of him.

“Mmm,” Graham said exaggeratedly. “More, please.”

Ash grinned at him, clearly aware they were playing a game more than eating, but he dipped his fingers back in the jar. They’d have to keep that jar in the room and get a new one for the kitchen.

Heats back at the enclave had always been something to be ashamed about. An omega hid in their room and claimed to be “sick” whenever it happened, and no one ever spoke of it again. Graham had had two in his life. Once at the outset of puberty when he was twelve, and one when another omega in the enclave had gotten pregnant. She’d sent most of them into heat with her messed up pheromones; it had been a difficult month.

Both of those incidents had been, well, incidents. They’d been awful, and he didn’t like to think about them. Lying in Ash’s bed with him, eating food literally off his hands, feeling constantly full and warm... It was like a dream. He wondered if he’d died and this was his eternal reward from mother moon.

If so, he must have been very, very good in his life.

But no. He was alive. He was with Ash. He was in love. This was better than the best life he’d ever imagined for himself.

20

Lucky

Being back at work was a bit of a disappointment, Ash wouldn’t lie to himself about it. Not that he didn’t love being in the coffee shop. He loved almost everything about the place, from their neighboring bookstore and its owner to the fact that it was a place that he and his brothers had built from the ground up. What wasn’t to love?

But after three days of sex, sex, and more sex, having to stand at a counter and ring people up was almost painfully boring.

Graham didn’t seem to be suffering with any such issue, as he wandered by whistling some song that was playing on the speakers. Huh. He’d been with them long enough that he was starting to learn the songs that came on their stations.

Sometimes, it felt like he’d been with them forever. It seemed impossible that they could all be so comfortable with each other after only a month.

Except Joey, of course. He was the constant fly in Ash’s soup, or ointment, or whatever. He hadn’t left. Hadn’t even talked to Gavin about leaving.

If he thought he was going to convince Ash to change his mind, he wasn’t trying very hard. If he thought Ash was going to get bored of Graham, he didn’t know Ash at all.

Ash wasn’t the one who got tired of people.

He’d tried to bring it up with Gavin, but between the shop and Graham’s heat, he’d hardly had time to say two words to the man that weren’t in front of customers. “My ex should leave and join a different pack of werewolves” wasn’t exactly appropriate conversation for behind the counter at the shop. He also kind of didn’t want to bring it up at pack dinner.

He wasn’t in love with Joey anymore, but part of him would probably always love the man, in a way. He didn’t want to shame him by bringing up the fact that he didn’t, and wouldn’t ever, belong in the Kismet pack right in front of everyone. Even if they would likely all agree with him.

“Graham?” Sawyer called as he took off his apron. “You’re done for the day, right?”

Graham popped back out of the kitchen, his own apron already disposed of, smile on his face. “Yep, all done.”

“You want me to drop you at home?”

Graham turned thoughtful, brow furrowed, and looked over at Ash. “I was planning on hanging out in one of the chairs until Ash finishes up,” he hedged.

Sawyer was layering on his sweater, winter coat, and two scarves, despite the fact that it hadn’t even snowed yet. “Your call. I just wanted to offer, since I’m going to pass by the house on my way over to meet Dez for the movie.”

Graham hesitated. He looked over at Ash again, and it was obvious that he wanted to go. Ash couldn’t blame him; he was spending every waking hour in the shop, and he deserved some home time.

“I’m closing, and that’s hours off,” Ash said, waving them both off. “No reason for you to wait around for me.”

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