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“Who?” I growled, my grip on her ass tightening, making her wiggle against my knot.

“That’s not important,” she muttered, kissing along my shoulder.

“I beg to differ.”

“Would you rather keep fucking me or discuss my past endeavors?” she asked snarkily.

Brat.

“I can do both,” I assured her, grinding my knot into her, making her moan.

She kissed my neck, panting breathlessly, basking in the afterglow.

The reprieve wouldn’t last long, but fuck, I was going to enjoy it.

Chapter 21

Cullen

Jensen:

Bethany went into surprise heat. It looks like we are going to be helping her through it. Get your ass home!

When the text came through, I stared at my phone for a moment. We were in the middle of dinner service, and I was trying to figure out what the text meant. It seemed inconceivable that Bethany would be going into heat at our house. So, even though the message was right there in front of me, it took a second for my brain to catch up.

Then I was out of the restaurant so damn fast, I must have broken several speed limits on the way home.

Sweet, crisp apple saturated the entire house. It wasn’t the normal amount that was present whenever Bethany was around. It was more intense, thick, and so much sweeter.

It was the smell of an omega in heat.

“Hey,” Jensen greeted me with a tight smile. He and Joey were sitting at the kitchen island, doing her homework.

“Hey…”

“Daddy!” My daughter launched herself at me, wrapping me up in a hug.

“Hello, kiddo! You working hard?” I asked.

She nodded, pouting slightly. “I don’t like math.”

As much as I enjoyed every moment with my daughter, I was wondering what the hell was going on upstairs.

“I’m about to help Little Miss into bed,” Jensen said, his voice measured. “Why don’t you see what Gid is up to?”

My eyebrows rose. He was hiding it well from our daughter, but I could tell the fucker was jealous.

I said my good nights to Joey and gave one last parting grin to Jensen before I made my way up the stairs. With each step, the smell of sweet apple only intensified.

Without bothering to knock, I waltzed into Gideon’s room. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what room they were in. I simply followed my nose.

Gideon was lying back on his bed, a very naked, sleeping Bethany curled up on his chest. Covered only by the sheet that was thrown over the two of them, it dipped low, showing the smooth expanse of her back.

My mouth went dry at the sight. Pressed up against my pack mate, she was snoring lightly as he ran a hand through her hair.

“The first wave ended pretty quickly. She needs to rest as much as she can before it really hits,” Gideon whispered, looking down at her. “We are in no way prepared for this.”

We weren’t, but we were going to have to make it work.

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