Page 116 of Baseball and Shifters

Rachel looks at each of us, eyes sparkling with amusement and something darker. “And what if I said I wanted all four of you tonight?”

“You’d say it,” I murmur, “and we’d show you how much we’ve been waiting to hear it.”

There's a shared pause. The silence is only broken by the thumping of my heart beating in my ears.

And then she stands.

No hesitation.

She shucks off her shirt, tossing it in Lucas’s lap.

“I’ll be upstairs,” she says, voice soft but commanding. “If you want to follow, lose the clothes.”

And then she walks away, leaving a trail of clothes behind her.

We sit in stunned silence for half a second before we scramble to follow her.

“Move,” Bas growls, already tugging off his shirt.

“Fates, I love this woman,” Lucas says reverently, practically tripping over the coffee table.

Derrick’s already halfway up the stairs.

I take one last look at the room, the glow of the TV, the empty glasses, the trail of clothing, and follow.

Heart pounding.

Hands twitching.

Tonight’s the night we make herours.

Derrick reaches the top of the stairs first, but he doesn't rush into the room. He waits for the rest of us.

One by one, we gather, barefoot, in nothing but boxers, breathless from the sprint, and the moment. The door is cracked open, soft light spilling from within.

Inside, Rachel is waiting.

Laid out on the bed like a Goddess in her element, moonlight catches the sheen of her hair as it spills across the pillows like ink. She’s discarded the rest of her clothes on her way in here and I’m so happy she did. She’s propped up on her elbows, her emerald eyes glowing with mischief and desire.

No fear. No hesitation.

Just fire.

“Damn,” Bas mutters reverently. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Rachel lifts one finger and curls it slowly. “Then come show me how much you like what you see.”

Lucas crosses the threshold first, but he doesn’t pounce. None of us do.

We take our time. All of us lose our boxers and join our girl on the bed.

Tonight isn’t about our hunger.

It’s about honoring her.

She’s the center of this pack.

And tonight, we are going to worship her the way she deserves.

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