Page 21 of Be Mine

“Fine. Keep your secrets!”

Shade snuggles down lower in my hold, cuddling against me so easily, which eases something inside of me that was a little worried about how this would go. We want her to be comfortable with us, want her to feel safe enough to let go and trust that we’ll make sure she’s taken care of. It’s what Gabriel wants, and now that I’ve met her, held her, I can admit that it’s what I want as well.

“Thanks for coming. I know it was a big ask…” she finally says after several quiet beats, taking a deep breath.

“No thanks necessary. We were more than happy to assist,” I cut in before Gabriel accidentally tells her he had to nearly beg for us to agree on this.

There were many risks and challenges we needed to discuss before saying yes. I hope he got some advice while he was at Ripley’s earlier, because we have no idea what to expect or what we’re in for.

“Twenty questions while we wait?” Gabriel asks excitedly, grinning at Shade and me.

“Favorite band?” Shade blurts out, and I grin.

“Good Charlotte,” Gabriel says as I say, “Bad Omens.”

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We go back and forth with her for a good fifteen minutes before Rhett and Sasha finally join us, learning little tidbits about her as she does the same with us. I graciously take every nugget of information she gives us about herself and store it away to keep.

Just in case.

Sasha raises a brow at me as I look over at her when I hear them at the door to Shade’s nest. I jostle Shade when I shrug, which is enough to get her attention off Gabriel and onto the fact that she has two new guests.

Her two-toned eyes latch onto Sasha first, her throat bobbing as she gulps and her eyes widen. Then a hit of her perfume invades my nostrils and slides down my throat, and I nearly choke.

Fuck, she smells lovely.

“May we enter your nest, Shade?” Sasha asks in her melodic voice, trying to hold her smile back when Shade’s scent reaches her.

Shade says nothing, only nodding, unable to look away from my pack mate.

Can’t say I blame her. I was quite speechless myself the first time I saw the gorgeous alpha.

Sasha kicks her heels off at the entryway before she and Rhett step in, standing in front of the three of us on the floor. Shade shivers in my hold when she has all of our attention on her, eyes bouncing around to each of us.

Time to get this show on the road.

ChapterNine

Shade

By the time the last two alphas join us, I’m a mess.

My perfume is flooding the room, my skin is overheating and feels like it’s been dipped in lava, and my slick is a continuous stream soaking the shorts I have on beneath my shirt. I suspect that should Jordan move me, he’ll have a giant wet spot on his pants courtesy of my sopping pussy.

The more I learned about him and Gabriel, the more comfortable with them I felt and the more I desperately wanted them. Jordan holding me has helped to keep the worst of the cramps away, his scent cocooning me and settling something primal inside that needs alpha pheromones. Those things are heady, in case you were wondering.

Is sex drunk a thing? Because, if so, that’s how alpha pheromones make you feel. All warm, floaty, and safe.

Really, it’s so fucking sweet of him to do this, but I’ve felt hisveryhard cock digging into my ass for the last who knows how long, and if I don’t get to ride that thing into oblivion, I may very well riot. I also would prefer to becumdrunk right now because everything inside of me is screaming that if I swallow them down, I’ll feel infinitely better.

When I glance towards the open door, I’m struck by the woman standing in front of Rhett, the alpha that was with Gabriel the other day. Her soft, full figure is dressed in a tight black and gold blouse and jeans that hug every dangerous curve. Long honey hair hangs freely down her back in waves with the top pinned back, keeping it free of her face. Her big, expressive eyes are a gunmetal blue, softly resting on me. A cheeky grin sits on full lips. One that has dimples peeking out on her round cheeks, a flush snaking its way up her tanned neck when my perfume hits her.

She’s a classic pinup beauty, and I think I’m drooling.

Why is everyone in this pack so godsdamn mouthwatering? Is this fucking normal?

When she asks if they can come in, all I can do is nod my head. And when she’s standing directly in front of me, looking down at me in Jordan’s hold and smelling so good, I think I black out. She kneels in front of us, and Rhett follows, both of them getting comfortable.

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