“We don’t even know if you’re still attracted to us,” Lachlan muttered.
“Speak for yourself.” Damien shrugged, earning him a swift glare from everyone in the room.
“Are you all really upset?” Wren asked, her voice soft. Pain stabbed through the bond, and I frowned.
“No. I mean, fuck, little bird, I, at least, wanted to watch.” Damien pouted. “I let Lachlan watch me get her off.”
“You did what?” Kian and Thorn asked at the same time, glancing between the two as Wren’s face turned a darker shade of red.
“We were mating,” I interjected with a growl. “That’s different.”
“Can I see the marks?” Damien’s head tilted as he prowled forward.
Wren nodded, so I helped her shrug down my button-up shirt enough to show the guys the mark.
“Fucking hell,” Damien breathed. “Little bird, that looked like it hurt like a bitch. Did you enjoy the pain?”
“I loved it,” she murmured, which made his eyes twinkle with something dark.
I’d have to set some ground rules for him later.
“Did you brand her with your claw?” Thorn asked, his gaze hard as he stared at the mark.
“That’s the way dragons mate. I’m a firedrake, so my claws are basically like a brand on their own.”
“Did she mark you?” Lachlan asked, and I nodded.
Wren turned me to the side and moved my shirt sleeve down to show where she’d bitten me. “It was actually kind of hard to bite through his skin,” she admitted.
“Firedrake skin is tough,” Kian supplied.
“Listen,” Wren said, her voice becoming wobbly as she continued. “I’m so excited to have Rowan as a mate, but that doesn’t mean I feel any different about you guys. I still like all of you. We all have a great foundation built for a relationship, and—”
“That’s the problem, Wren,” Lachlan started, “Is that all of us want more than a relationship. All of us want you as our mate.”
Her hesitant smile flipped into a hurt frown, and I growled. “She has no control over that. If she says she still has feelings for you, that’s good enough for me. If you don’t accept them, however—”
“No!” Lachlan jumped to his feet. “That’s not what I’m saying at all. I accept any feelings Wren has for me, because I care deeply about her. I’m just worried that the attraction won’t be there anymore for her.”
“Only one way to tell,” Damien said in a teasing tone before nudging him toward Wren.
Wren sucked in a gasp as longing filled the bond, and Lachlan hesitated. Shaking her head, she stepped forward and put her arms around his neck. His hands rested on her hips.
“Still attracted to you,” I grunted.
“Your turn, necromancer,” Damien said as they stepped apart.
Kian jumped up, waving his hands in front of him. “Oh, no, that’s okay. I don’t—”
Wren stepped forward, and his resolve crumbled. He opened his arms and stepped forward for her to walk into his arms, and she sighed in content. “Still there.”
The relief on his face was instant, and he buried his face in her neck and inhaled. “I like your new scent,” he mumbled, and my chest rumbled with appreciation.
Her bearberry and snow scent mixed with my embers was the best scent I’d ever come across.
Thorn pushed off the wall as she broke off from Kian and made her way to him. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
