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“Oh no, sweetheart. Never mad.” Vargas kissed the top of her head. “Never mad. We would never force you to be on them or off them. You are the one who decides.”

“Thank you. Thank—and I know you’re probably wondering, but I’m going to tell you. But it’s really embarrassing.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything with us.”

“I know about embarrassment.” It was time for me to lighten things up, and I did by talking about the time I farted at the dinner table and it smelled so bad we all had to go wait outside for it to dissipate. It hadn’t actually been that bad, but the way I told the story had her laughing again.

I could already sense her calming down.

“I want you to know,” Vargas began, “that we want you to be ours. And that us saying it’s up to you on your suppressant usage isn’t our way of stating that we don’t want you. You are already ours.”

I picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “And when you’re ready for more, we’ll be there.”

She blushed. We already knew she and Penn had slept together last night—in the same bed, anyway. There were no secrets in our house.

“I was thinking of something,” she said. Her gaze was focused on the floor, which meant it was something difficult for her to say. That was one of her big tells.

“I-I want to be with you, too. And I’m ready. But I want to mate you before my first heat. I don’t want my first time with you guys to be when I’m in a heat-crazed frenzy. I want to remember every part of it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling her onto my lap. “It makes 100 percent sense.”

Vargas and Penn flanked me, and the three of us wrapped our arms around her, holding her close.

She was ours.

Chapter Seventeen

Rumor

I flushed my suppressants that night.

I’d have to have no heart at all not to.

And it was important partly because while I wanted to begin our life together in earnest, I wanted to experience lovemaking with these three without the insanity of heat or the dullness of suppressants.

Just to be me and my mates getting to know one another in the sweetest, most natural way. But I still had something to deal with. As I remembered the night before when the three of them had held me in their embrace at the same time, I couldn’t imagine deciding who to be with first.

Each of them had such an amazing personality and way of showing me their affection. And they were hot. All of them. If I could split into three people, I’d send one to be with each of them, but alas, a mere omega could not do that. Neither could an alpha, for that matter.

I rolled over in bed and pulled my pillow over my head. No rush, right? They’d all been very clear that they would wait until I was ready to go to the next level, and we were building a sweet life even without sex. Maybe we could go on that way? It would save me having to make a decision that could hurt someone’s feelings.

They insisted that wouldn’t happen. Everything was my choice. Did they understand how hard it was for me to accept that? Even before the day I disappointed them all by being an omega, my family had never let me do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

With whomever I wanted.

I’d had a line to toe, a reputation to uphold. My hair had to be just so, my clothing neat and appropriate at all times. In pack events, my sister and I sat side by side at the head table, if there was one. When we ran, we had our positions side by side right behind our parents at the front of the pack. We played with one another because we were too high up to have other friends, even within the pack. In short, our lives were scripted to suit our parents’ vision of the next set of alphas.

What a horrible shock I must have been. I shuddered, as memories of that day tried to seep through, wanting to take over the peace of mind I had just begun to gain. The past would have to stay there as I absorbed the freedom of the present.

And the fact that the three sexiest males I’d ever met were willing to wait forever for me to accept them in my bed. Fortunately for us all, I didn’t want to wait any longer, circling me right back to the big question.

Who first?

Vargas.

My wolf had never expressed interest in anyone in my life, not family or friends, but she’d been much more animated lately. But this?What about Vargas?

Vargas now.She followed her comment with a snarl, and her claws dug into me from the inside.Mate.

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