Vicki sighed. “We’re going to have to talk to Gran. Let the family know we’re still alive.”
“I’ve been on the phone with that woman daily,” he grumbled. “She’s invited us all over for Monday night dinner. Diana and me, and you and yourentirepack. Talk about spreading the love.” He snickered.
A glance over her shoulder showed her pack bearing down on her. Three Ravagers and her. She turned back to Diana. “Hey, Diana, I heard you’re going to fill out your pack.”
“Yes.”
“More mates, right? But not another female, more males.”
“No. There’s just one female to a pack. And not all packs have a female, there are so few of us.”
By the panicked expression on Sean’s face, he realized where she was steering the conversation.
“So your mates, you’ll all share each other equally, right? Because as I understand it, pack is family.”
“Of course.” Diana smiled and tucked into her plate laden with food.
“Don’t say it,” Sean warned, his face on fire.
“Sean, you’ll have to get over your sexual hang-ups. Like I’ve been saying for years, it’s not about gender, it’s about the person inside.” She couldn’twaitto tease him about this. Fodder for years to come.
Diana frowned. “This is an issue? You didn’t seem to mind Nathan earlier.”
“TMI, honey, TMI.” Sean rubbed his eyes and slid his hands through his hair in agitation.
Vicki tried not to laugh. But by the time Dom, Eric, and Malcolm reached her, she had tears in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
“What’s so funny?” Dom asked.
Vicki laughed harder at her cousin. “Remember when I asked you about the Ravagers sharing you among theirfemales?”
“Shut up,” Sean said, his face red. “Come on, Diana. Let’s let Chuckles here share her candlelit dinner with her boyfriends. Oh, and Vicki? Gran really wants to meet them…all.” The evil grin he shot her did wonders to cure her humor.
“Damn.”
“Vicki?” Malcolm asked.
“Did you like the flowers and candlelight?” Eric asked, sounding pleased with himself.
She sighed. “We really need to talk.”
* * *
The Ravagersof Eric’s pack, those who could thinklogically, sat together on the bed while Vicki paced in front of them trying to make a point he clearly wasn’t getting.
Eric didn’t understand. Even though Dom had tried to explain it to him, dating seemed like such a stupid concept. What exactly did Vicki need from him he hadn’t already given her? After their time in the forest and last night, he was pretty damn sure he’d planted a seed that took root. His heart swam with delight at the thought.
Hisguerhad welcomed her. He’d marked her, then claimed her—claimeda human—an unheard-of event for a Ravager, let alone the actual prime. By accepting her as his queen, he’d made her the most important part of the clan, one they hadn’t had since before the Voids opened. The moon willing, she’d do what no female had done since leaving the homeworld—enhance the fertility of their species.
Vicki blathered on. “Eric, guys, we don’t really know each other. The flowers and candlelight was a way of saying let’s go out on a date.”
He saw confusion on Malcolm’s face as well. Good to know he wasn’t the only one.
“Told you,” Dom murmured. Mr. Right, yet again.
“Dick,” Eric murmured back.
“Eric, listen to me,” Vicki insisted. She scowled at him, and he wanted nothing more than to bend her over the desk and take her. Or maybe this time he’d have her sit on top of him, so he could fuck her pussy while Dom or Malcolm rode her ass. Or…
