Page 12 of Shifting Spirits

“Good. I don’t ever want our bond to be broken.”

He fiddles with the ends of my hair. It’s gotten a bit longer in the last few months, and he’s been dying in increasingly thicker streaks of blue to match the color he dyes his hair.

I know he never wants our bond to break. He does so many little things to make it special.

“It’s never going to break,” I reassure him.

It can only ever get stronger.

I can’t imagine being without him. I can’t imagine a life without any of my mates.

Those few days away from them was a strange kind of torture. I loved seeing Cheryl and helping her felt right but being apart from my mates made my heart ache a little more each day. My wolf was restless and irritable the entire time. I could never leave them for longer.

“You promise?” Carter asks as he curls a blue strand of my hair in his fingers.

“I promise,” I tell him.

He kisses me softly, a brief brush of his lips against mine, making my skin prickle with excited energy.

I don’t immediately start feeling the heat I’ve been under since they claimed me as their mate, but I know I’m not quite back to normal yet. If I was, I would have had a spontaneous orgasm the first time the three of them were close to me when I got back. Right outside the bathroom upstairs.

Apparently, it’s something that happens when fated mates are reunited after an absence, as well as the first time they meet each other. Of course, it’s hard to tell how much being drained of magic effects that kind of thing considering any books on shifter mating habits basically ignore the existence of hybrids.

Carter leans in and kisses my throat. “I hope you’re feeling better soon.”

I don’t need to be a mind-reader to know he’s thinking kinky thoughts. I hear the husky quality in his whisper, and it makes my stomach flip, just a little.

“Me too,” I murmur back.

Adrian clears his throat as he sinks down into the seat opposite mine.

“No overtaxing our mate while she’s recovering,” he warns Carter.

Our Omega rolls his eyes as he lets my hair go. He shifts in his seat, turning his body to face the table instead of me. I do the same, glad that I’m clearly not rested enough to find Adrian’s stern warning arousing. Our Alpha can be incredibly demanding in the best kind of ways.

“I’m not doing anything,” Carter protests.

“Good,” Silas mutters, as he puts the plates down. “Keep it up.”

Carter shakes his head. “When did I become the bad guy around here?”

“You want the date, or a list of your transgressions?” Silas asks with a raised brow as he sits down.

“Settle down,” Adrian orders. “Both of you. Eat your lunch.”

“Breakfast,” Carter mutters. He’s frowning, but he loses the irritated expression as soon as he takes a bite of the food. He lets out a low moan. “Mmm.”

Silas smirks as he picks up his fork. He’s gotten damn good at cooking since he started trying more complicated recipes and making sauces from scratch. We all appreciate his efforts, but I think our Omega enjoys his food the most. His expression is as close to euphoric as it gets outside of the bedroom when he’s eating something particularly tasty. The moaning is new, though.

Silas must have outdone himself. I turn my gaze on our cook.

His smirk is just disappearing when his eyes meet mine.

The scorching look he gives me makes my stomach flip.

Thank Freya I’m still too weak for my heat to come on.

Adrian growls lightly, and I bite down on my bottom lip when it starts to tremble.

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