“You flatter me,” I whisper.
“We’re going to do a lot more than that, if you’ll have us,” Wilson says.
“What do you mean?”
“Haven’t you felt it?” Reece asks.
“I have,” Wilson says.
“Felt what?”
“Sabrina, you’re our mate,” Reece tells me, as though it’s the simplest thing in the world. He says it as though he’s telling me his birthdate or like he’s listing off the hours a particular store is open.
Mate.
They think I’m their mate.
“Not every shifter has a mate,” I whisper.
“Most of us do, though,” Wilson says.
“But...both of you?”
“It’s not unheard of,” Reece points out.
“No,” I shake my head. “It’s not.”
But it’s a lot to cope with, to deal with. It’s a lot to throw on one little doctor all at once. I don’t know if I’m ready to love anyone, much less two someone’s. Last night was fun, sexy, and wonderful.
Was it something that can last forever?
Isn’t it kind of soon to know this?
But I’m a human, and I know that I view things differently than the shifters do. In the world of shifters, when you find your mate, you know. Sometimes it’s just by looking at them. Sometimes your inner-animal goes wild. Sometimes you know when you first kiss them or smell them or taste them.
Sometimes it’s after a night of wild lovemaking.
Sometimes it’s when you realize you simply cannot live without them.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“You don’t have to give us an answer right now,” Wilson says with a shrug. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”
He’s not pressuring me.
There’s no pressure here.
Why does that make me like him even more?
“You don’t seem rushed,” I point out.
“Sweetie, we believe you’re our mate. In our minds, we have all the time in the world. Literally,” Reece kisses my neck, and just like that, I’m ready to stop talking. I’m ready to let our bodies do all of the hard work. I’m ready to take things to the next level.
“Reece,” I whisper. “I didn’t get to feel your cock in my pussy last night.”
“Is that what you want, princess?”
“Yes.”