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Wes rubbed his chest. “Welp, everyone’s in there now somehow.”
“Yes, they are.” I sent love back.
My cock strained against my shorts. Leaning in, I kissed Wes, long and deep. Part of it was that I was fucking turned on by whatever was happening with Grace and Spencer.
Part of it was wanting to reassure Wes in case any of this made him feel insecure. Her bonding Spencer would take nothing away from what she and Wes had, or what I had with her.
Not to mention I was so fucking happy for my best friend, and I could feel flickers of joy.
Straddling Wes, I continued to make out with him, show and popcorn forgotten.
Something else shot through the bond. More sizzle, more love, more lust.
“She just bit him back.” Mmmm. I nipped at his shoulder. My other hand slipped under his waistband to grip his cock.
“Omega, I think we should move this to the bedroom,” Wes growled.
We were in for a long night. And I wanted it.Yes, pump all the love through the bond, Peaches.
I kissed him. “I think that’s a great idea, Alpha.”
Sure, I had work in the morning. Oh well. Fortunately, at the Omega Center, being tired because you were up late with your alpha was a common and accepted excuse.
Chapter Forty-One
Grace
“This is the life.” I snuggled into Spencer on the double beach lounger in the private cabana he’d reserved for us on the hotel beach. It was very spacious and like our own private beach tent with loungers, tables and chairs, and a kiosk to order food. An ocean breeze came in through the open cloth doors.
Yes. I could get used to this.
I had a fruity frozen drink, a view of the beach, and Spencer.
Life was good.
If the whole pack was here, it would be even better. But I’d see them tomorrow.
“That it is, my good doctor.” He ran his tongue across the bite mark on the right side of my neck, where it met my shoulder.
The place where last night he’d marked me. Bonded with me. A shiver of pleasure ran through my body, as did a hum of happiness and contentment from Spencer. My bond with Spencer felt different than my bonds with Wes and Evan. Not just in intensity, but thewayit felt. Spencer’s felt silky, comforting yet indulgent, Evan’s felt like hot chocolate on a cold day, and Wes, well, he just felt like home.
I ran my tongue across the bite on his shoulder. My phone buzzed and I lazily glanced at it.
Evan
I’m so tired today. Thanks for that.
Evan sent a silly picture of himself.
Me
Sorry, not sorry.
Wes and Evan had felt that last night–and acted on it.
Evan
Me neither. I’m excited for you, and when I see you tomorrow I’ll show you exactly how happy I am.
