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“I’m not that horny,” Caden protested weakly.
Atlas snorted. “Yes, you are. Trust me. And considering some of your memories that have flashed through my head, you have good reason to be.”
The casual way they discussed their relationship made something twist in my chest. Envy, maybe. I’d never had that kind of easy intimacy with anyone, never been able to just be myself without carefully curating every word and action.
“Must be nice,” I said before I could stop myself.
“What?” Atlas asked, settling beside Caden with unconscious possessiveness.
“Nothing.” I focused on my food, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction of my thoughts.
But Wild was watching me with those too-perceptive eyes. “He means it must be nice to have someone who accepts all your messy parts.”
“Wild,” I warned, but he ignored me.
“Poor little prince has spent his whole life pretending to be perfect. No wonder he’s wound so tight he’s about to snap.”
“I’m not wound tight?—”
“You literally organize your socks by color,” Caden pointed out gently.
“And your books by publication date,” Wild added.
“Alright,” Atlas said, glaring at the other two. “Give the guys a chance to breathe. This is already difficult enough without you two picking on Elias.”
Both Wild and Caden looked up at Atlas, looks of surprise on their faces.
“Besides, there’s something else we need to talk about,” he added, suddenly turning red. “It seems the mate bond I share with Caden is bleeding through your bond. And that’s making me… feel things.”
“Feel things?” Wild chuckled. “Like what?”
Atlas looked up. “Like I want to fuck you.Allof you.”
I felt my heart race. At the same time, I felt Wild’s shock filter through the bond. But Caden didn’t seem surprised, just nervous.
“You knew about this?” I asked, looking at Caden.
He nodded. “Atlas told me about it after that night you kissed Wild to stabilize his magic. Apparently, he felt it too.”
“Yeah, we noticed,” Wild laughed, winking at Atlas.
It was hard to forget honestly. Atlas’s jeans had bulged far more than I expected, and the image was burned into my mind. I’d heard the rumors about Alpha werewolves and their…packages.
“So…” I said, shaking my head in a vain attempt to clear my thoughts. “What do we do about it?”
“Atlas and I have discussed it, and we decided… that if you two are… you know…”
Atlas crossed his arms over his chest, staring at both Wild and I with hungry eyes. “A foursome. If you’re interested.”
Chapter 8
Wild
“Afoursome is fine with me,” I said as the four of us headed toward the cafeteria for dinner. “That’s nothing compared to the things I do every summer at home.” I glanced over at Caden. “I never thought I’d sleep with you or your boyfriend, but I can’t say I haven’t noticed how cute the both of you are.”
Caden blushed furiously, his pale skin turning a shade of pink that made his freckles stand out even more prominently against his cheeks. “Wild!” he hissed, glancing nervously at the other students milling about campus after dark. “Keep your voice down.”
Elias walked stiffly beside me, his shoulders so tense they were practically touching his ears. Through our bond, I could feel his conflicted emotions, disgust warring with curiosity, proper decorum battling primal desire. And the distinct fear of avirgin. I decided I would keep that part to myself.
