Page 61 of Tamed Wolf

It's not long before Blake squeezes his way between us and steals her for himself, making sure she knows he wants her just as badly. Far too soon however, our phones start buzzing like crazy and I know that Beckett is waiting for us, probably wondering where the hell we got off to.

So we meet back up with Beckett with promises to explain everything later, we get Rowan buckled up, and we head home. As a pack.

And the whole way there, I’m grinning like a madman, because Lark just willingly boasted that she was going to mate us.

Let the plans begin.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lark, Now

A gentle hand on my arm wakes me up, making me realize I fell asleep in the rocking chair. Beckett takes the fully asleep Rowan out of my arms and lays him in the crib carefully, smiling down at him before reaching a hand out to me and pulling me from the room.

“I guess I was more tired than I thought,” I admit as I cover up a yawn in the hallway.

“Be ours,” he says in response, holding the sides of my neck with his thumbs brushing my cheeks, backing me into the wall right outside of Rowan’s room. “I’ve had to watch you charm my son for the past week, been forced to take a front row seat as my brothers fell for you as hard as I am, and I’m goddess damned tired of seeing you strutting around this house without our marks on you. Be ours.”

My throat is suddenly too dry to swallow, but that’s okay, because there seems to be an excess amount of moisture coming from my eyes. “What?” I ask incredulously.

“Make honest men of us, Lark. Put us out of our fucking misery. I want to feel you inside my head, want to spark a bond to life and erase the idiots that came before us.”

“You can’t undo a mate bond, Beckett,” I remind him. “If I let you do that, you won’t be able to take it back later.”

His eyes soften and he pulls me into his body, wrapping his arms around me. “Oh Lark, you’re still waiting for the other shoe to drop, aren’t you?”

“I told you I would always be doing that, nobody just lucks into this much goodness.” My voice is muffled against his shirt covered chest, but it’s still incredibly loud.

“Hard to drop the other shoe when we burnt it to a crisp weeks ago,” he says.

I have to laugh in spite of myself. “That doesn’t even make sense. That was a stupid analogy.”

“If it was so stupid, then why’d you laugh at it?”

I tip my head up to say something caustic, but he cuts off that notion real quick by pressing his mouth to mine. “Is it the orgasm count? We haven’t given you enough, have we? Okay, team meeting,” he announces. Then he turns back to me, face serious. “We can do better.”

He starts to wander down the hall, but I grab him by the arm and stop him, pulling him back into me. “I swear to the goddess if you guys give me any more orgasms, I might implode at a cellular level.”

His answering smirk says it all. “This morningwasparticularly creative, wasn’t it? I did not know you could bend your legs that way, my dear. See? We are still learning new things about each other. It’s so fun.”

“Stripper,” I remind him as I point to my chest. Then I clear my throat and look back to the door of Rowan’s room longingly, scared to ask for what I really want.

His eyes follow mine. “You know he’s part of the package, right? If you let us mate you, then he’s officially yours as well. Did we not make that clear? Yeah, we aren’t getting rid of the baby.”

I laugh again, finally realizing he’s completely serious in his demand, even if he’s still joking to put me at ease. I study his face and his eyes soften as I lock onto them, baring his whole soul for me to look over. “You’re not sick of me yet?”

He gasps dramatically and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me to what has sort of become the master bedroom. I thought it would be weird to move in with them and had every intention of sleeping alone, but that definitely didn’t work out very well for me. Puppy pile it is.

Brooks and Blake are already in bed, reading books in an identical pose, legs crossed at the ankle as they sit against the headboard like old men. Oh my God, they’re wearing matching pajamas. So many of my dreams are coming true right now.

“Boys,” Beckett announces as he drops me in the middle of them. “We have a serious issue here. Cannot spare a moment of time to waste.”

Blake keeps reading and flips his brother off, Brooks abandons his book and pulls me in for the snuggles he loves so much.

“She just asked me if we were sick of her yet.”

“That’s dumb as fuck, Lark,” Blake says without taking his eyes off his book.

“Sick of you?” Brooks asked like he also thinks it’s dumb AF. “Sick of having the most beautiful woman that’s ever existed in my bed everyday? Of being able to feed her and hold her and watch her play with my kid? Hell to theno,woman. You feeling okay up here?” And he knocks on my forehead like it’s a door.

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