“I have one,” I tease.
“You know what I mean,” she complains. “Trust me, taking me to dinner will only make me miserable. Besides, Jenna is having people over for movie night.”
“Jenna the omega or the beta?”
“The omega, duh.”
I almost laugh. Jenna the beta is a total asshole. The omega is nice though. I won’t have to worry about her cutting off a chunk of Lottie’s hair at a sleepover. True story. Jenna the beta has been on my shit list ever since.
Searching her face, hoping she’s not lying, I nod and pull her in for a hug. “Okay, so long as you know that you’re my number one.”
“I know. I love you.” She pats my back. “Seriously, I need to leave before I die from toxic fumes.”
Giggling, I squeeze her tighter and mark her cheek. She screams and tugs away, roughly rubbing her face and glaring at me like I’m the enemy, growling. “Hazel!”
“That’s what you get for saying we reek!”
“You do,” she complains, scowling at the pack. “It’s like a bakery and a nuclear facility combined powers and dropped a bomb.”
“How do you know what nuclear bombs smell like?”
“Shut up,” she snaps, backing toward her room. “I’m going to clean up and when I’m done,” she violently gestures at all of us, “this little love party needs to be gone.”
“Love youuuuuu,” I sing.
“Love you too,” she grumbles, muttering under her breath on her way to her room.
Biting my lip, I try not to laugh and wait until she’s in her room before facing the guys. I plant my hands on my hips. “This is your fault.”
“Is that so?” Kill asks, prowling toward me.
Even after all these weeks, my heart runs on overdrive, pulse quickening as he catches my throat with his hand and pulls me flush against his body, lips capturing mine in a breath-stealing kiss.
His thumbs brush along my skin, marking me with his scent, and I sigh, softening against his hard body. He hums, nips my lip, and then Ezra pulls me into his embrace, scent marking me, stealing a little gasp as he bites. It’ll bruise but I’m not ashamed of his mark on my skin.
Heat pours through me, turning me into a raging fire of desire. Maddox steals me away, forcing Ezra and me apart. I laugh as his mouth claims mine in a hungry kiss. Without hesitation, I open to him, earning a pleased little growl. The sound shoots to my center, and he cups my face, thumbs stroking over my cheeks and marking me as well.
The combined scent of the pack wraps around my body, making my skin buzz and nerve endings zap with pleasure. Maddox’s hand moves down to squeeze my ass and he threads the fingers of the other one into my hair. He’s so sure of himself. So confident. And his kiss, god it’s so very Maddox. Every caress of his tongue is purposeful and controlled. One stroke to break down my defenses. A second to soften me in his arms. The third to steal my breath and my sanity. A fourth to prove his point.
I belong to them.
I’m weightless in his arms, head dizzy from their kisses, and heart full.
Three happy purrs build around me and I considergetting a nestas Lottie suggested, but my stomach has other ideas. Its growl has Maddox pulling back, searching my face with a grin.
“Hungry, baby?”
“A little,” I murmur, breathless.
“I have something she can swallow,” Kill suggests.
I laugh. Ezra swats Kill’s arm, and Maddox gives him a pointed look. Kill releases an exasperated breath and gives me a look as well.
“They never let me have any fun.”
“I definitely swallow,” I whisper in case Lottie is listening.
Kill’s eyes light up with devious intent.
