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Damon tilts his head. “No chance.”
“What do I get when I win?” my bear wonders.
“When I win,” Damon returns. “You’re going to buy every pizza I order for all eternity.”
I cast Smith an eye roll. “They like to compete about these things.”
He raises a brow, the arch look unbearably handsome. “How gallant.”
Damon’s crooked grin turns my fluttering insides to jelly. He slaps his alpha’s shoulder. “That’s what we have you for, Big Hoss. Keep us all in line.”
Oh, Smith definitely likes that idea. And judging by the gleam in Damon’s ice-blue eyes? I’d say he’s well aware of the effect of his words.
Can’t he see how smart he is? He has all of us figured out so completely, I’m not sure anyone really grasps how well he knows us. That alone takes a special kind of intelligence that most people simply do not possess.
At the top of the stairs, Smith points to the left. Cassian hauls me in that direction, busting into the alpha’s bedroom and stomping over to the low armchair I found Smith lounging in that one memorable night.
For a moment, I’m confused about why we’re in here. Smith clips over to his dresser and opens the top drawer, selecting two pairs of my stolen panties from among his accessories.
Two?
And why would I need more underwear in this situation?
When he tosses Damon’s stick onto the bed and drops the lacy scraps on top of it, I finally understand.
They’re about to tie me to the hockey stick.
With my own panties.
“Let me.”
Smith’s idea may be savage, but his voice is soft. Cassian sets me on my feet and steps back, letting his brother slide his hands along my hips, feeling the silky fabric of my dress.
“That day,” he rumbles, bending to brush his lips along my ear. “At Forever Matched? I thought you looked like a present.” He skims his fingers along the ribbons at my shoulders, the rich scent of coffee becoming bolder and smoother. “All pretty and pink, tied up with bows.”
Slick begins to slip out of me as he unravels both straps. The top portion of the dress, along with its built-in bra, falls. When my tiny breasts bounce into view, Damon groans low.
Cassian appears at my back, his hands dropping to fist the blush fabric roughly. “I wanted to rip this damn thing off,” he mutters, sharply tugging it over my hips. “Strip you bare. Get rid of all the frills. Until you were just wearing my fingerprints. My scent. Mine.”
Damon crowds into my side, grinning while he reaches between me and Smith to thumb my lower lip. “It was this smile for me. The second I saw it, I was all in, baby.”
I tilt my head toward him, meeting his mouth with own. He growls, immediately weaving his long, strong fingers into my hair, twisting our tongues together. Smith starts shucking his clothes, giving both of his packmates orders as he goes.
“Cass, take Damon’s sweats off.”
“D, slide off the rest of her dress. Now.”
No one argues with him or the surge of lustful dominance roiling in the room. For a second, the sensation, combined with how thick his scent is in this room, throws me back to the memory of him in rut. My nipples stiffen while a whine builds in my chest.
When Smith steps into my front, he’s naked, his solid length smearing pre-cum over my belly. “Perfect, petal,” he purrs, cupping my breasts. “Look how fucking pretty you are.”
Damon finally breaks our kiss, panting while he steps out of the sweats Cassian left around his ankles. “So pretty,” he rasps, bending to suck a love-bite into the thin skin under my ear. “Smith, whatever you want to do to us, you better do it fast. I need to be inside our omega.”
Cassian nuzzles the other side of my neck, scent-marking me before leaving a matching hickey of his own. “I want her ass,” he grunts to the others. Then, to me, “You gonna relax and let me fill you up, butterfly? Is that okay?”
I feel around for his hand, guiding it between my thighs. When he feels how soaked I am, he growls louder. “Fuck, that’s my girl.”
“Sit down, Cass,” Smith commands. “Angel, Cass and his cock will be your seat. Damon, bring me your stick.”
