Bea:Um. Hi?
A smile spreads across my face. River must have finally made the move. About time.
Seth:Dinner tomorrow? All four of us?
Bea:Like... a date?
Me:Exactly like a date. Pine Valley. That Italian place.
River:7pm work?
There's a pause. I can practically feel her nerves through the phone.
Bea:...Yes.
Seth:Perfect. See you tomorrow, Bea.
I grin at my phone, that stupid feeling in my chest getting stronger. Not possessiveness or jealousy—just pure satisfaction. She's ours. We're hers. And tomorrow, we make it official.
This pack thing?
It's going to work out just fine.
Chapter 15
Bea
Iwake up to my phone buzzing and the distinct sensation that something is different.
For a disorienting moment, I can't place it. Then I breathe in and warmth spreads through my entire body, pooling low in my belly.
Grayson's scent. All over my sheets, my skin, my hair. Ink and leather and that darker spice that made me lose my mind on his studio couch yesterday.
Yesterday.
Oh god, yesterday.
I press my face into my pillow and groan, but it does nothing to stop the vivid replay my brain insists on providing. His mouth between my thighs, the scratch of his stubble on sensitive skin. How he'd taken his time like I was a work of art he needed to study from every angle. The first sweep of his tongue that made me see stars. The way he'd hummed in satisfaction when I gasped his name.
My thighs clench involuntarily at the memory.
He'd used his fingers too—two of them curled just right while his mouth did unholy things to my clit. I remember fisting myhands in his hair, holding him exactly where I needed him. The way he'd looked up at me with those dark eyes while he worked me higher and higher, like watching me come apart was better than any art he'd ever created.
And then after—god, after. When I'd wrapped my hand around him and watched his control shatter. The way his breath had caught. How he'd looked at me like I was something precious and profane all at once. The weight of him in my palm, the heat of him. The way his knot had started to swell when I squeezed, and how that had been the thing that pushed him over the edge—the broken groan when he finally came, hot and thick over my hand.
My phone buzzes again, insistent, and I realize I'm aroused. Actually, physically turned on just from remembering. My body wants a repeat performance.
And maybe more. Maybe everything.
I grab it off the nightstand, squinting at the screen.
Group chat: The Pack
Right. Because that's a thing now. There's a group chat. With a name. That includes me.
River:Morning! Reminder - dinner tonight at 7. Bella Notte in Pine Valley.
Seth:Still good for everyone? I can drive if needed.
