Page 26 of A Pack of Mistletoe
I sink into it. And sleep finally takes me.
Wyatt
When I wake up, I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to some kind of personal heaven.
I’m on my back. On one side is Kai. Perfect, golden,shirtlessKai. The urge to reach out and trace the lines of his abs while he sleeps is goddamn overwhelming. His head is tucked into the crook of my arm, his hair tickling my bicep in the softest, most distracting way imaginable.
That alone would be enough for any man. But to make matters infinitely better—and infinitely more complicated—a sweet sugarplum rests on my other side.
Rose.
Her arm is slung across my middle, her legs tangled with mine, her face buried against my chest opposite Kai. It’s a perfect puppy pile. Too bad I’m fairly certain neither of them has a clue it’s happening.
Rustling on the far side of the bed tells me Harlan, Evander, and Logan are already up. They move like a unit, the well-oiled machine they are. Logan throws me a raised brow. Evander clicks his tongue and fires off finger guns. Harlan just shakes his head, then glances me over with an expression I can’t quite read.
Jealousy? Longing? No, definitely not…
Or at least that’s what I think until he closes the door behind him just a little louder than necessary.
Kai flinches. Rose stirs.
Fucking hell. I’ll kill Harlan. I don’t care if he’s the dominant alpha.
Kai’s eyes open first. When they meet mine, he smiles—soft, unguarded, nothing like his usual careful mask.
Then he spots Rose draped across my chest. Her eyes flutter open, golden brown and glowing in the morning sun.
“Rosie, you okay?” he asks, voice still rough with sleep. He reaches across me and tucks one of her curls behind her ear.
She nods, glances up at me, then immediately starts to pull away. “I’m sorry, I must’ve moved in the night. I hope—”
“It’s fine,” I cut in too fast, too gruff. Watching them interact over me is too much, and I’m trying hard not to let it show.
Rose slips away first, mumbling something about brushing her teeth before hurrying to the bathroom. Kai doesn’t move.
“Wyatt, I—” He stops, exhales, then looks at me. “Rosie means a lot to me.”
I don’t know what he expects me to say. When he first told me about her—how he wasn’t over her, didn’t want a relationship—I’d been hurt. Resentful, even. There was always this Rosie-shaped space between us I could never fill.
Now that I’ve met her, I get it. She’s fierce in how she protects herself but soft in the way she handles us. Magnetic. Special. I want to know her too.
Then Kai says something that knocks the air right out of me.
“But you mean a lot to me too. I know we’re just pretending with the whole bonding thing, but maybe… maybe we could work on things. With her. With us.”
My heart damn near bursts.
Every instinct screams to pin him down, kiss him until he can’t think, then drag Rose back in here so we can take turns wrecking her softly. But this is new and fragile. I don’t want to scare either of them.
“Yeah?” I manage, hating how breathless I sound.
He smiles. “Yeah.”
And then Kai Lee kisses me.
Slow and soft at first, just a brush of lips. I tell myself to take it easy, that this is delicate, but hell—it’s early morning, I just woke up with both of them in my arms, and self-control has never been my strong suit.
I slip an arm around his waist, the other into his hair, tugging until his head tips back and his mouth opens for me. My tongue slides in, tangling with his, tasting him. I nip, suck, lose myself in the sound he makes, low, desperate,mine.
