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“Della.” I claim her lips in a bruising kiss, holding her gaze and letting her see—fuckinghopingshe sees—exactly how I feel about her. And how much she means to me.

I break the kiss to gasp, “I love you.”

She falls first, moaning as her body clenches tight around me, wringing my climax from me. Her pussy is tight as a fist. It’s too much. Too damn good to hold back any longer.

My cock jerks, and I come with a harsh groan, clamping her against me with my arms wrapped around her.

“I love you, too.” Her eyes are lazy and sated. But happy.Sheis happy. “Is playtime over?”

I lean around her. Xavier is snoring softly, one hand dangling to the floor. Levi is too, exhausted since he did most of the digging in the woods.

I turn to her with a smile. “You wore us all out.” I kiss her. “Come on, let’s get into bed.”

Chapter 53

Della

Two DaysLater

It’s early as I sit on the kitchen counter, kicking my feet as I demolish a blueberry muffin.

Vincent, on his way to the refrigerator, lifts my right foot and presses a kiss on the sole. Giggling, I immediately yank my foot back.

“Stop that.”

The slow grin spreading across his handsome face makes me instantly forget all about my muffin.

“You’re ticklish,” he announces.

I yank my foot harder. “No, I’m not. And you have some secret foot fetish that you absolutely did not tell me about. These are things a girl needs to know before moving in with a guy.”

“You are.” One hand circling my ankle, he tugs, my ass sliding across the counter. “Aren’t you?”

I don’t fight him as hard as I should until he tickles me again. Then, I damn near kick the guy in the face, giggling and nearly falling off the counter to get away.

“What’s up with the giggles?” Xavier grins as he walks into the kitchen.

We’re all in pajamas, having not long crawled out of bed.

I throw myself at him, dramatically declaring. “Save me.”

He catches me, claiming a kiss. “From?”

I point an accusatory finger at a grinning Vincent. “Him. He tickles. And he has a foot fetish. No one told me about foot fetishes. I might not have agreed to take on the name Madden otherwise.”

Their smiles freeze. So does Levi as he enters the kitchen, a soft look on his face that tells me he heard what I said.

“You’re a Madden,” he says, cupping the back of my head.

“As long as no one else is hiding a secret foot fetish, I have no complaints about being Della Madden.” Neither does Everleigh, who tackled me to the floor with a hug when I told her that I wasn’t just moving in with Vincent, Levi, and Xavier; they were my alphas, and they were taking me to Paris.

He grins at me.

A knock sounds at the door, distracting all of us.

“Who’s that?” I ask, frowning.

Xavier sets me down and scratches his sleep-tousled hair. “It’s a bit early for guests.”

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