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She swats my chest with the back of her hand as though she’s scandalized by my crude assessment, but the way her scent blooms, perfuming the air, tells me she’s just as excited about it as I am.
“Come on.” I take her hand and tug her out of the room, away from the temptation of the bed. “Food first, then talking.”
The thought of feeding my mate has contentment singing through my veins. It’s not as potent as the idea of satisfying her sexually, but being her mate means taking care of her every need. I intend to do just that.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
EMMA
Sebastian has me sit at the dining table and makes me a huge plate of scrambled eggs with bacon, avocado toast, and a protein smoothie with frozen strawberries. I stare at the heap of food and glance up at him.
“You know humans don’t eat as much as werewolves, right?” I scoop up the first forkful of egg. “This is delicious, by the way, but I can’t eat six eggs in one sitting.”
He frowns at me from under his floppy, still-damp hair, his freckles standing out in the kitchen light. “You need the energy.”
I shake my head but don’t protest anymore. Iamhungry, and this is a delicious meal that I didn’t have to cook. I just hope I won’t hurt his feelings if I don’t finish all of it.
The window beside the kitchen stove is dark, and I realize night has fallen. A glance at the clock hanging on the wall behind Sebastian tells me it’s only eight in the evening, but I’m tired enough that I could fall asleep right here at the table. Having multiple rounds of hot sex is about as tiring as one would expect.
Troy and Carter join us soon. Both have put on sweatpants and t-shirts and are human-shaped again. I grin at Carter whenI notice the fresh bite marks on his neck and his flushed cheeks—and he narrows his eyes at me as if to say it’s all my fault. IthoughtI heard some growling from the bathroom earlier. My belly warms with the thought of them pouncing on each other the moment Sebastian and I left, but it’s also oddly touching—they needed more than I could give them in that moment, but they didn’t bother me with it.
As much as we’ve all been worried about how I’ll fit in with their pack, I have a feeling that we’ll figure it out. Now that Sebastian has told me how he feels about me, my impostor syndrome has lessened a little. I still don’t know how the full moon will impact them tomorrow, but we’ll take it one step at a time, I suppose. There’s nothing more I can do to prepare either. I’ve managed to take Carter’s knot, so hopefully, I’ll have fewer issues with Sebastian and Troy.
Troy looms over me and sets his hands on the back of my chair, leaning close for a kiss. His scratchy beard scrapes over my cheek. He nuzzles into my damp hair and inhales deeply. “What are you thinking about, Emma?”
Sebastian chooses that moment to set two more plates of food on the table. “Whatever it is, keep it contained. No one is fucking again until you’ve had dinner, or I will tie you to your chairs and feed you myself.”
Troy grins but straightens, nodding at Sebastian. He takes his place next to me, though, and moves his chair close enough to mine so he can put an arm around my shoulders.
Carter stares down at the piles of food on the table, then faces Sebastian and cups his cheeks with both hands. “Did I tell you how amazing you are?” he murmurs. He presses a kiss to Sebastian’s mouth and adds, “Thank you for cooking for us.”
The younger werewolf melts at his alpha’s touch. He winds his arms around Carter’s neck and kisses him back, arching tomold his body against Carter’s. It’s a hot image, of course, but mostly, it’s tender and loving and so damn beautiful.
This is what I’ve always wanted, even though I had no idea my family would look like this when I tried to imagine it. The love and respect these three men show each other is humbling. And they’re offering to accept me into their fold, to shower me with the same affection they feel for each other.
“Hey, didn’t youjustsay we have to eat first?” Troy teases them. “Come on, Carter, the food’s getting cold.”
Carter growls, but he releases Sebastian. Seb unpeels himself from him, his cheeks pink, his eyes glossy with lust. I grin at him as he flops on the chair opposite me, and he rolls his eyes at me, but a moment later, he nudges my foot with his under the table.
I love how they can’t seem to stop touching me—and each other. I widen my legs so my knee brushes Troy’s thigh, and he hums appreciatively. When I glance up at Carter, I find him smirking at me, as if he knows exactly what I’m doing. I shrug—I’d be touching him, too, but I only have so many limbs.
“I thought it would be smart to make some sandwiches for tomorrow,” Sebastian says between mouthfuls of avocado toast. “I know we don’t necessarily need them, but Emma will, and no one will be in a state to prep food.”
“Good idea,” Carter agrees. “Emma, you’ll have to be the one to stop us when you’ve had enough. I know I’ll want to be inside your pussy all the time, and so will these two. You’ll have to communicate with us when you need a break.”
I raise my eyebrows. “All the time?”
He winces. “Well, judging by how our first full moons went when we were mated, I’m going to go ahead and assume that we’ll be ravenous for each other from moonrise to moonset.”
“You know, I’m not sure vaginas are meant to be used that often,” I mutter, munching on another strip of crispy bacon. “But we’ll figure it out. Practice makes perfect, right?”
Sebastian wiggles his eyebrows. “I volunteer to help you practice.”
I snort. “Sure you do.” Then another thought occurs to me. “How will we decide whose turn it is? What if one of you, ah, hogs me and doesn’t want to give me up? Do we need a schedule?”
The guys exchange glances, and silence falls over the table.
