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“Shit,” he hissed. Scooting back like my pussy burned him. I giggled though my body ached at the loss of him as he sat back on his heels again. Again with the hair. My mate ran a hand through it, looking like he wanted to grab ahold so he could howl at the moon. “We don’t have any in here.”
“What?” The thought did not compute. “None?”
“Mongrel and I are exclusive,” he replied with that devastating lopsided smile. “Well, we were.”
He ran a hand down his face, looking troubled.
“Hey, it's okay. In fact, that’s good. But I’m still not ready to have your babies. Don’t want any pups running around in nine months time just yet.”
He flashed me a hungry look but gusted out a sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. No pups. Just yet.”
My face flamed with embarrassment as he repeated my words back to me in a way that left me with no doubt that the thought of a family one day was fine and dandy with him. And my body responded with a flush of warm longing.
Okay, we needed to pull the handbrake. And fast. Or I’d lose my head.
Fuck, this magic was some bullshit.
“Hold on, I know where I can get some.”
“Huh?” I replied, already grabbing my jeans so I could step inside. I was ready to hightail it outta here. How had I even let it get this far?
“Condoms. The sweetbutts always have them.” He rolled to his feet and grabbed his phone.
I froze in place and shot him an incredulous look. Was he seriously saying what I thought he was saying?
Silver tapped something out on the screen then tossed the phone to the chair, where it bounced and settled. “Now, where were we?”
“I’m sorry but—” I scooted back on the bed as he crawled back toward me. “—what’s happening?”
“Popcorn will bring up the condoms when she gets my text.”
Silver had a dirty grin on his lips. He fingered my jeans, tugging at the waistband like he wasn’t even bothered by the fact that he’d just dialed a mouthy friend. Popcorn seemed like a nice enough girl but I had a feeling sweetbutts were all about the gossip. I scowled at him.
“I believe,” Silver cooed in a sultry voice which caused my stomach to flip. “We were about to get lucky. I guess, we’ll just have to find other ways to occupy ourselves until the cavalry arrives. I have a few ideas. Wanna hear them, little alpha?”
He slowly pulled my jeans back down, over my hips and down my legs. Flinging them casually across the room. The man made an art form of stripping my clothes off, that was for damned sure.
I chewed on my bottom lip, not quite ready to let the awkward go. “Not having second thoughts? What about Mongrel?”
“Nope. No second thoughts for me. I want you, Sasha. Mongrel does, too. Being bonded means we feel each other. And this morning, when you were laying into Grimm, he was ready to drag you up here himself. We’ll figure out how we fit with Mongrel later, kitten.”
There was no doubt in his tone now and my hackles slowly smoothed back down as his fingers traced up my torso, cupping my breasts and rolling a nipple. Grinning at me wolfishly, he raised that dang eyebrow in a blatant challenge.
Yep. We could figure out Mongrel later. I shivered as a cascade of lascivious thoughts shot directly into my brain. One after another, each more sinful than the last. I purred and stretched into Silver’s insistent contact. Oh yes, I was down for exploring all the different ways the three of us fit together. Maybe Mongrel would fuck my mouth while Silver ate my pussy.
Because that would be just about perfect.
“Wait,” I growled, as a new thought interrupted the sexy and my scowl returned. I pushed Silver in the chest. “You have sweetbutts programmed into your phone?”
“Only the nice ones,” Silver shrugged. “They know I’m taken. And they’re my friends. If you're nice to people they’re far more willing to bend over to help when the chips are down. Right? Plus, most of them are good people. Only a few are little shit stirrers.”
The image of Silver, curled up in that chair, feeling lonely crept back into my brain and I was happy to know that he’d found friends here. I ran my hand through that hair again, loving the soft smile that stole across his lips as he leaned into the contact. “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you, aren’t you, blondie?”
“That is the plan, yes.”
23
CRY UNCLE
