Page 27 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

I snorted again, louder. “I let myself forget that I’m the horny one in the relationship for a second. Won’t happen again.”

Stepping back, I spun and grabbed the tent’s zipper. It was halfway up when Ryder spun me around, one of his hands burying back in my hair while the other found one of my thighs, lifting it up to his hip so my core met his erection, despite the fabric separating us.

His lips crashed into mine, and my hands slid around his face, holding him to me as his tongue tangled with mine. Our fingers dug into each other’s skin, our bodies practically melded together as our mouths became one. Nothing else in the world mattered, then—just him, and me, and us, and the way we tasted together.

I’d been kissed before, but we weren’t kissing—we were fucking, with our mouths.

And I’d never felt or done anything like that before. It was just… intense.

Really damn intense.

“I smell something weird. Is Ryder here?” A male voice asked, way too close to our tent.

“Yup. With some blonde chick,” another masculine voice agreed.

I ripped myself away from Ryder, stunned by the interruption, and tripped on the edge of the mattress pad. Ryder caught me, his eyes burning into my damned soul as he stared at me like he wanted to eat me for freakin’ dinner.

“You didn’t tell me they werethatclose,” I hissed at the man, smacking him on his damned gorgeous, massive, inked shoulder.

“It didn’t matter,” he murmured back, his voice still low and gravelly enough to give me goosebumps.

“Like hell it didn’t.” I tugged myself out of his grip and straightened my clothes. Our hands hadn’t been wandering, but I was still all disheveled as I tugged the tent’s zipper the rest of the way down.

Guess it was time to meet his second pack.

TEN

The forestaround us was beautiful, and just behind Ryder’s tent, there was a large, asymmetrically-shaped clearing. Off to one side, someone had parked a large, expensive-looking truck with a travel trailer attached to the back of it. In the center, there was a fire pit that looked like it had never seen a fire before, but was surrounded by camping chairs. Two of which were occupied.

My face had to be flaming red, but I tried to force myself to ignore it. I was an adult; getting caught making out with someone wasn’t a big deal.

Both of the men were just as gigantic as Ryder was, both of them were also covered in tattoos, and they were both shirtless just like he was. One had dark skin and long, black hair done in locs that were tied up in a pile on his head. The other was tan, with wavy golden-brown hair falling to the middle of his chest.

I didn’t recognize either of them, which I assumed meant they were at least a year or two younger than me. Maybe three years, or four. I knew the feral pack had graduated high school and lived in Moon Ridge for about a year before their omega’s mate had died.

As far as I’d heard, his mate had been dying when they met. His wolf had bitten her to try to save her, but the bite had only made everything worse. She tricked him into getting her pregnant shortly after that, wanting to have the experience, and then she had passed on shortly after their baby was born, leaving him without a mate and his child without a mother. Of course, that was just what the gossip said.

But the feral pack had moved out of town… eighteen months ago? Maybe two years ago? So the guys in the pack were probably twenty or twenty-one, if I had to guess. That made them a few years younger than me, and I couldn’t imagine knowing I’d be raising a baby alone at that age.

Not to mention spending my life alone.

Maybe finding out that Ryder had a second-chance mate would help the omega. His name was Kai, I was pretty sure.

“Hi.” I gave them an awkward wave. They were staring at me, so I had to at least acknowledge them, right?

“Are you…” the guy with the golden-brown hair looked between me and the giant who had strode out of the tent behind me.

“Mates,” Ryder rumbled.

His arm slid over my shoulder, and he pulled me into his side.

Both guys blinked a couple of times.

“How?” the guy with the locs finally asked.

“Not sure.” I lifted my shoulders a bit. “Guess fate agreed that Lisa was a bitch.”

The guy with the locs snorted. “Well, I’m Nico.”

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