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Penn’s smile was as bright as the first time we met as he led me upstairs. When he started for my room, I paused. “Can we go to yours?” No real reason, except I wanted him right then and there. No delays. “Now?”

“You sure, omega? You seem pretty upset.” He hesitated not because he didn’t want me—everything about him told me that wasn’t true—but because he was too kind to take advantage of the situation.

“I’m sure.” I grabbed his hand and tugged. “Make love to me, but no marking.”

“Whatever you say.” He strode forward and was soon pulling me up the stairs. “I have been dreaming of you.”

He led me into his room and kicked the door closed behind us, sending me tumbling onto his bed. Clothing flew, this time, and I participated fully. I no longer had any fear of the act because I’d been there with Vargas, but I soon learned that the members of this brotherhood were anything but identical in the bedroom. When Penn bent me over the mattress and took me from behind, my slick let him in deep right away, and I found out that an angle could make things very different. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but the places he stroked inside me at this angle were very different from Vargas’ technique with me, and when Penn reached around to find my pleasure bud, he sent me into a spiraling orgasm, followed by another and another until I felt like I was lost in deep space, everything black or sparkling. His knot swelled so big, I didn’t know how there was room for it in there.

After we finished, he carried me into the bathroom and gave me a sponge bath, his tender care getting me so horny, I ended up seducing him again in the shower. And then we had to wash up all over again.

So hot.

But so loving.

Chapter Nineteen

Rumor

I’d been hot and bothered all day, feeling unaccountably uncomfortable in my own skin, and Wilder came in to find me in the kitchen gulping ice water. I’d just changed my panties again, slicking like nobody’s business, but I was also feeling guilty.

Wilder…was the last one. Not deliberately. My wolf hadn’t even picked Penn for the last one; he’d just come into the kitchen at the right time. And Wilder? No matter how kind he was or understanding, I didn’t want him to feel like I cared about him any less than the other two.

“Hi.” I set the glass down and prepared to address the issue on my mind. “Wilder, I’m glad you came in. I know we haven’t, that is the others…”

He smiled and shook his head. “When you’re ready it will be soon enough. But your scent is strong, and I think your heat will be upon you soon.”

And I didn’t want to wait until that time to make love to him.

“Take your time, but have that in mind, okay?” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and grabbed a can of soda from the refrigerator. “See you later.” And he was gone.

He could often be found in the media room at the back of the house reading or playing video games, and often with a snack at hand.

Our nerdy guy was a little big tubby, and a little shy about his body. While the other two often wore only jeans or shorts in the house or gardens, Wilder chose to wear a shirt, but I didn’t find him any less appealing for his big of a belly. He had more of a dad bod, but I secretly loved that about him. Substantial. Protective. And he was the best hugger of all.

I followed the sounds of crashing cars and shrieking females into the media room where, sure enough, my mate was playing the newest game. He’d been waiting for this version for over ten years and had just gotten the download last night.

But I’d forgotten about that—somewhat distracted by a whole different kind of gaming the night before in Penn’s bed.Look at me getting all sassy about making love with my pack.But I remembered as soon as I stepped inside. I couldn’t ask him to stop doing something he’d waited so long for, so I turned quietly to leave.

“Omega?” His voice carried over the screeching of tires. “Did you want something?”

“Oh no, just gonna say hi.”Liar.“Go back to what you were doing before someone…runs you over?”

The sounds cut off, and he pushed his gaming chair back from the desk. “Happens every few minutes. It’s less painful than it sounds. Want to try?” He patted his thighs. “Come sit down, and I’ll show you how it works.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I balked. “I’ve never played, and I’ll just mess up your scores or however it works.”

“Baby, you really do need a lesson. Come on and try.”

It wasn’t what I had in mind, but he had no way of knowing that. “It’s your funeral.” I approached and eased onto his legs. “Complete amateur here.”

He gave me a controller and showed me how it worked, and I died in the game over and over until finally he was laughing so hard, I nearly slid off his legs.

“You’re enjoying my incompetence way too much,” I groused. “I have half a mind to practice and get good enough to beat you.”

“Would you?” His voice was soft, and I turned to see his expression soften. “Would you really practice and play with me?”

“I’d like that.” I leaned back against him. “But for now, I think I’ve done enough damage. I’d better go do something useful.”

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