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Jessy

“I’myourfated mate? That’s a real thing?” I demand, forgetting all about the cart of pastries.

“It is,” Bax tells me. “And you’re mine, Jessy.”

“And mine,” Mac adds.

“And mine,” Rune finishes.

“You guys are just messing with me,” I say. They must be, right? There’s no way any of this is real. Being fated to be with a bunch of pastries… then again, it sort of makes sense. Baking is my life—and it’s theirs too. Plus, I’ve been drawn to these men from the first moment I saw them.

“We’d never lie to you, Jessy,” Bax says.

“I swear it’s all true,” Mac says.

Rune nods.

And deep down, I know I can trust them. “So let me get this straight… I havethreefated mates. They’re the hottest men I’ve ever met. And they shift into my favorite thing in the whole world?”

Bax breaks into a grin. “You think we’re hot?”

“The hottest men she’s ever seen,” Mac says with a huge smile.

My cheeks flush.

Rune grabs my waist, pulls me into his hard chest, and covers my lips with his.

The croissant shifter is a man of few words, but he sure knows how to use his mouth. He claims my lips in a searing kiss that I feel all the way to my toes and kisses the living daylights out of me.

Chapter 12

Rune

Sometimes,talkingisoverrated.In my case, it also sends me to Croissant City—but that’s besides the point.

Right now, I plan to show my mate how much I want her, and I don’t need words for that.

I slide my tongue into her mouth and back her up until we reach the dessert cart. I blindly reach for something—which ends up being a bite-sized chocolate cake—and break the kiss long enough to take a bite and offer the other half to my mate. Who can resist the delicious promise of baked goods?

“Mmmm.” She lets out a moan I feel straight down to my balls. And I decide I’ll do whatever it takes to make her moan like that. Again. And again. Ideally naked, with my tongue against her delectable pussy. “The salt really brings out the flavor.”

She’s talking about the chocolate cake, and she’s right. That, and the fact that she’s a baker, too, makes my blood boil with need.

I cup the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss. She tastes delicious, like salt, chocolate, and something that is purely Jessy.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I cup her hot, round ass. I lift her easily—I’m a baker, after all—and cross the living room to the brown leather couch.

I set my girl down without breaking the kiss. She sinks into the couch, and I kneel in front of her and slowly run my hands up her inner thighs.

“Room for two more?” Mac asks as he and Bax settle on the couch on either side of her.

I break our kiss to make sure our girl is okay, and grin when I realize my friends are each holding a plate of pastries. They really know what’s what.

Chapter 13

Jessy

“Whoa,”IbreatheasI look at the pastries and the three hot guys surrounding me. “The only thing that would make this moment better is if you were all naked.”

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