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A blush blossoms over my cheeks again when I think about the way he’d looked at me last night, and the way I must have looked at him. I remember the sight of him, shirtless, then see him naked now, and put my hands over my eyes. But instead of the image disappearing, I see both Ezra and Cayson standing completely naked, their cocks at attention, and my blush deepens.

“You embarrassed her,” Ezra says, followed by a laugh.

“I was just thinking about–” I realize what I’m saying and stop.

“Yes?” Cayson says, drawing out the word. “How about you just start with which part of our bodies was doing what?”

“Cayson!” I exclaim, wanting to melt into the bed.

Ezra chuckles. “Leave her alone. She did enough for us last night.” The words just lead to Cayson laughing.

Cayson and Ezra continue to soothe me, their hands and lips tracing over my body until I’m completely content. I can’t believe it’s true, but I actually feel wholly safe and unguarded in their presence.

With everything that’s happened to me, I’m not entirely sure that’s a good thing. I mean, I will be going home alone after this.Won’t I?

8

Cayson

I kick my boots off, dropping my bare feet into the water and reveling in the cool sensation as Ezra sits silently beside me. All day, it has felt like my body has been running several degrees hotter. But it’s more than that. I feel like I’m walking on air. Like this is the best day of my life, but maybe tomorrow will be even better, as long as I have Faye by my side.

It’s a crazy feeling, but I can’t seem to shake it.

Normally, being with a woman once is enough to get the urge out of my system, satisfy the curiosity, scratch the itch. Usually, after having sex, any desire I have for the woman is gone, and I regard her like an old friend I’m not tempted to hang out with again. But after having Faye, I just feel like I got the smallest taste of a feast. There’s so much more to be had, and I’m not even through the appetizers.

It’s insatiable, the need to be near her, to taste her, to touch her, to have her.

I can’t stop thinking about the way she looks, the long, lithe way her body moves, the curve of her hip, how she laughs. I picture her long blonde hair tangling through my fingers and her big hazel eyes filled with desire as I thrust into her. I think ofme biting her neck, the overwhelming desire to bite harder, to mark her as my mate. And just when I start to fall off that cliff, I think of her the morning after, and the sound of her crying. I remember holding her closely and wanting nothing in the world more than to keep her smiling and laughing forever.

A startling thought occurs to me when I think of how sensitive and kind she is—Faye would make a great mother. Not just a great mother, but a great wife. I can picture her smiling up at me every morning, while we drink our coffee, with little ones running around us like tiny monsters.

My thoughts turn to my father and my pack, and for the first time I don’t want to just run away. As son to the alpha, my place will be leading the pack one day. My father has done everything he can to push me away from that position, to keep the power himself, but maybe I’m done being pushed around. Maybe when I come back with Faye at my side, my father will have to step down a bit and allow me to do what I was born to do.

He’ll have to, with my omega. With the family we’d build together.

Whoa.I feel like my brain sizzles. I’ve never thought about something like that before.What’s happening to me?

Beside me, Ezra seems to be grappling with his own demons, having also kicked his boots off and silently joined me at the edge of the dock. I wonder if he’s also running hot after last night, and about how he feels about having shared the same woman together. We’d done this before a few times, but this was definitely different. Thismeantsomething. Seeing Faye’s attraction to Ezra didn’t bring me any jealousy, only made me want to please her further. Like a healthy sense of competition.

Like a work-place rivalry that leads to overall increased performance.

As much as he might want to deny it, last night was out of this world. It was different from any other sexual experience I’dever had in my life. There was an emotional component that ran through the three of us that couldn’t be ignored.

After we’d slept with Faye, I’d laid awake for hours, my brain spinning. I’ve realized that I want Faye as my omega. There’s no denying it. But so does Ezra. The three of us… it just feels right. When I think about my future, I see the three of us together, a unit, a family.

But doing something like this is a risk. However, it’s a risk I think I might be willing to take. Leaving behind everything I thought I wanted and following a path leading into the unknown…Is Ezra willing to take that risk?Somehow, doing this without him feels wrong.

I turn the thoughts of her over and over in my head, until I realize I can’t keep them to myself anymore. It’s killing me that I don’t know what Ezra is thinking. Maybe he’s not having any of these thoughts. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same way about Faye as I do.

“Have you ever…thought about what it would be like to take an omega?”

Ezra’s eyes snap to mine, widening. I know why. I’m the last guy on the planet he thought would say something like this. Hell, before I came to The Selection I’d been so sure that I’d never want to spend my life with just one woman. Now, I can’t even remember what any other looks like. I’m consumed by Faye.

“Anyomega?” Ezra says, returning his gaze to the water. “No.”

I chew on that for a moment. He hasn’t thought about having just any omega, but maybe with Faye? Hell, of course that’s what he means. He’s just using a technicality not to say how he actually feels.

But this is a subject that needs to be handled gently. “I keep thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. That maybe—maybe it would be good. To take Faye as an omega.”

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