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“BigRabbit,” Greek corrected me, moving forward. “I’myour little rabbit. But there’s nothing little abouthim.”

That’s right. There was nothinglittleabout hisbigrabbit. My omega was nothing like how I imagined a male omega to be. He was much taller than expected. And his cock, well, that was a work of art. Long, big, and pretty. I’d never known a cock could be pretty.

Greek tilted my chin up and brought his lips down to mine. His kiss curled my toes and made my pussy purr for more. A storm was coming, and I was ready to come, too. I wanted to rain my juices all over Greek’s cock. And I would. Soon. My omega pulled back to kiss my forehead and then stepped away from me, Big Rabbit tenting his towel.

“If we don’t leave now, I’ll have you against the wall very soon,” he told me.

“Fucking my brains out,” I added. “Sorry. I just wanted to finish that sentence for you.”

“You have a naughty mouth,” Greek observed, smiling.

“And you want to fuck it,” I teased.

He blushed but nodded. He was such a good little omega.

“Soon,” I promised, tightening my towel around me again. “Let’s go get our clothes and let our alpha see us in his towels.”

Greek took a deep breath, starting to look nervous. I didn’t want him to begin overthinking. So I grabbed his hand, my touch easing the crease that had formed between his brows.

“Follow me.”

I led my omega, our omega, from the bathroom, walking slowly because I knew his feet were still bruised and his body was still healing. But he was strong. And I wanted to show him that he was wanted and that he deserved to be cherished. So did our alpha. I’d lived my life being spoiled by family.

My family was closer than close. Praising each other was our thing. Even my grumpy alpha cousins, and I had many, alwaystreated the women in our family like princesses. Sometimes, I’m shocked, despite how messed up the world is, I’m still shocked that not all packs and families are the same.

But this is who I am. Yeah, I’m mischievous and have the tendency to steal when I’m hungry. And yeah, I have a wicked mouth and a savage right hook. But I’m also a family girl. Cozy movie nights with my cousins, making preserves with my aunts, practicing martial arts with my cousins, that’s my jam.

And I wanted to make it theirs also. I wanted them to know what it felt like to be surrounded by warmth and people who would rip themselves limb from limb before they’d let anything happen to you. I could do that for them if they let me. But this was a tricky situation. Yeah, Greek was smiling more, but he still had a lot of healing to do, mentally and physically.

And I didn’t even know Demon’s story yet. But there was a reason he lived out here, by himself, an alpha who looked like a beast but who had the gentlest touch. Then there was the scar on his face and his eyes, which were an unnatural but beautiful blue color. Yeah, there was a story there.

A story he’d tell us when he was ready. I had to make sure I didn’t rush either of these two men. I had the tendency to rush head first once I’d set my mind on something. I would take my time with them.

I would show them how to love and be loved. And they’d teach me how to be patient and less impulsive. Together, I was sure we’d form a strong bond that would be able to weather any storm.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DEMON

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There was no way I was letting them go. Not after the storm passed, not ever. I strode down the hallway, boots thudding softly against the worn wood floor, holding the clothing I’d found for Sofia and Greek. My chest was tight as I reached the bathroom door, the scent of soap and steam mingling withthem.

Their scents drifted through the air like a siren’s call, rich and intoxicating. It wasn’t just Greek’s sweetness or Sofia’s enticing citrus – it was the combination of both that had my heart pounding and my cock throbbing in a way that made my jaw clench. As I crouched to place the clothes on the floor, a faint groan rumbled through the door.Greek.

My body betrayed me instantly, heat pooling low in my abdomen, my cock swelling and straining against the confines of my jeans. I leaned closer, unable to stop myself, ears straining for any more sounds, no matter how wrong I knew it was to eavesdrop on their private moment. But this was my home, damn it. And they were mine, too.

Another groan met my ears, soft, needy, and arousing as hell. The sound shot through me like a live wire, leaving me trembling. I bit back a curse as wetness dampened my boxers,the humiliating evidence of my arousal making me jerk back from the door like I’d been burned by it. Stumbling back, I tore myself away from their intoxicating pull and practically bolted through the house.

I snatched up my keys and then my shades, shoving them over my eyes.Distance. That was what I needed. Distance between me and them before I did something insane like break that damn door down to get to them. When I finally made it to the front porch, the cold air hit my face, sharp and biting.

I squinted. Even with my shades on, the sunlight felt too bright. I inhaled deeply, desperate to clear my head, but it didn’t work. Their scents clung to me, woven into the fabric of the cabin, into my senses, into my goddamn soul. I could still hear Greek groans and imagine their naked bodies in my mind as if they were standing right in front of me. What was my Little Fox doing to our Little Rabbit to make him groan like that?

What would she like me to do to her while she pleased him to have them both groaning? My fists clenched at my sides as I fought the primal need roaring through me. I couldn’t stay here. Not in the state I was in. I needed something to do, some way to take control of myself before I triggered a rut, which was the last thing I needed right now.

I raced down the steps and stormed around the house until I reached the shed. I unlocked the chains and strode inside, staring around me. Grabbing the large container of scent-blocking powder from the shelf, I walked the perimeter of my property and poured another thick line of it around the perimeter.

The fine granules sifted through the opening of the box as I concentrated on pouring more of it near the house. I couldn’t risk anyone catching a whiff of them, not with scents like theirs. They’d attract trouble faster than blood in swamp water. Andthough I knew I could defend this property and protect them, I didn’t want to risk it.

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