“Just like you, honeybee,” he teases. His knot is still locked in, and when he laughs, vibrations ripple through my body. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you another one. But you may have to wait. I don’t think I’m going anywhere for a while.” He turns his head to wink at Cole. “Clean-up will have to wait.”
“We’ll be back later,” Cole says as he and Ren leave the kitchen.
“I’ll save you a cupcake!” Laz calls after them. “I’ll make sure it’s iced in Faye’s slick.”
I think he’s only half joking.
Cuddling into Laz, I can’t believe what’s happened since we arrived at the cabin. Three knots, three alphas, and my first non-solo true heat.
Everything has only confirmed what my body already knew. The Silverwood Pack is my scent match. There’s still one problem, and I can hear it felling trees outside.
Damon Cross.
TWENTY-SIX
Faye
Trying to untangle myself from a mass of muscular limbs when I wake up in a pile with three adoring alphas and a craving for chocolate cake is no easy feat.
I wiggle out of Ren’s grasp, Cole stirring while I manage to hop over him. Laz rolls, grappling around in the spot where I was lying and finding Cole’s hairy shin instead. He grins in his sleep then cuddles up to it. I try my best not to giggle. If I had my phone, I’d totally take a picture of him clutching Cole’s calf like a teddy bear.
Not wanting to wake them, I push the nest door open slowly, one inch at a time. Despite my caution, I just narrowly avoid falling flat on my face when I step on an enormous lump in front of the door.
“Ouch,” the giant heap gripes.
“Don’t blame me.” I hurry to shut the door before he rouses the others. “You’re the one who's sleeping on the floor!”
Damon bristles, standing up and adjusting his jacket. “Yeah, well…” He rubs the spot on his shoulder where I trod on him. “You can’t be too careful.”
“I don’t see any serial killers or wild animals about to ransack the nest.” I cross my arms. “What’re you doing anyway?”
His eyes narrow as he glowers at me with his usual angry intensity. “I could ask you the same question.”
“If you must know, I’m getting something to eat,” I reply indignantly. “And I didn’t want to wake the others. They need to rest too.”
He checks his watch. “It’s 3am.”
“So?” I place my hands on my hips. “I’m in heat, and I’m hungry, so move.”
He grumbles under his breath but moves out of the way.
“You don’t have to come,” I mutter as he stalks after me. “You can keep sleeping in front of the door, if you’d like.”
He grunts yet continues his pursuit.
I can’t see the chocolate cake, but the freezer beckons me closer, promising ice cream. As Damon looms behind me like a storm cloud, I do my best to ignore him and his delicious scent.
My alphas don’t let me down. The freezer is full of ice cream tubs in a variety of flavors. I grab a big tub of cookie dough and a spoon then look around for salty chips. I don’t care if Damon thinks it’s gross. He’s already judgmental enough.
Aha! Spotting them nestled on the top shelf, I fully stretch my arm, straining to reach it and doing an awkward hop, hoping I’ll be able to grab them with a jump mid-air.
“Do you need help with that?” Damon asks, his tone laced with smug bemusement.
“No,” I huff in exasperation. I won’t give him the satisfaction. “I’m just fine.”
I push a stool over then clamber onto it, feeling victorious and capable as I grab the chips.Take that, Damon.Before I can gloat, the bag slips through my fingers, I lose my footing, and the stool tilts, sending me flying.
Damon’s there in a flash, catching me in his brawny arms before I hit the floor. His jaw clenches then he barks throughgritted teeth, “Why are you so intent on putting yourself in dangerous situations?”
