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ChapterSixteen

THORNE

The bedroom smelled of fresh cut roses, which sent a wash of pride through me because I knew that flower made Sunday think of me. There was also a strong echo of wolf and incense, reminding me how easily my absence had been filled by her other mates.

“Stop that,” she said, reaching up and touching my cheek. “I can hear you.”

I tried for a reassuring smile but could tell I’d missed the mark when her expression softened.

“You might not have been here, Noah,” she said, gesturing toward the room, “but you were always here.” She rested her hand above her heart. “No one replaced you. Even as upset as I was, I still missed you. I still wanted you to be here.”

“Stop it, you two. You’ve already made up, and someone promised me a snack.”

Kingston lifted Sunday and tossed her onto the bed. On instinct, I flinched. He shouldn’t throw her around like that. What if something happened?

I stopped myself from saying anything. He wouldn’t put her or the baby at risk. If anything, he was the most vocal about how invested he was in this pregnancy. But I couldn’t help it. My nature was to protect and worry over the person I was bonded to. If she was gone, I’d never be okay again.

She held out her hand and locked eyes with me, her perfect cherry red lips begging for me to kiss them again. “You’re so far away. Come on.”

Kingston tugged her pants down, no finesse, no seduction, just pure need on his face. It was such a sharp contrast to how I would have done it, but seeing the heat bloom in Sunday’s cheeks and the way she squirmed eagerly as she worked to help him with his task told me she enjoyed his rough treatment as much as she did my methods.

She really was perfect for both—all—of us. I had to assume the reverse was true as well. Instead of making me feel redundant, the realization comforted me. Because if Sunday needed all of us, it meantIbrought something to the table no one else could for her.

“I love you, Noah. I want to touch you.” She arched her back and reached for me.

“Kingston, help her sit up. I want to savor her before we make her come.”

The wolf cocked a brow from where he had already positioned himself between her bare thighs. “I was just about to dive in.”

“I know. But before she goes boneless, I need her naked.”

“Then get over here and do something about it. I’m busy.”

I rolled my eyes. The man had no care for seduction techniques. Unbuttoning my shirt, I let it drop to the floor as I joined Sunday on the bed.

“Arms up, dove.”

She was biting down hard on her lip as Kingston licked up her seam, but her eyes were hot on me. I moved behind her, lifting her body so she rested against my chest. I needed as much of her as I could get. In one fluid motion, I pulled the shirt she wore over her head, baring that velvet-soft skin and the hint of a swell in her lower belly. No one else would know if they saw her, but I did.Wedid.

Cupping her breasts, I kneaded the tender flesh. “No bra?”

“They don’t fit. I need to get new ones.”

“Don’t. I like this new development,” I murmured, lifting a hand to brush her hair to one side so that I could nuzzle and kiss her mark.

Kingston looked up at us from where he’d been making her writhe. “Pregnancy perks.”

“Are there others?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Kingston shot me a wolfish grin. “Oh yeah. She’s going to be fucking insatiable in the next few months. Not quite like her heat, but close. And right now, she tastes like the most delicious thing you’ve ever had.”

“I’ll have to put your statement to the test.”

Kingston surprised me by moving. “Be my guest.”

“Don’t trouble yourself. Sunday will help me, won’t you, dove?”

She moaned as Kingston slid his fingers deep inside her. “How?”


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