Relationships between a single couple are complicated enough.
Let alone trying to figure out how to be respectful of her relationships with my brothers while also ensuring I don’t get left behind.
Charlotte’s head pops up as I back toward the doorway. “There you are.” She smiles, waving me over. “We saw you check on Lucky. That was so sweet. I almost melted. Want to finish the movie with us?”
I rock on my heels, checking in with Malachy. He needs the most initial contact with Charlotte because her pheromones will prevent the decay from progressing until he can sink his teeth in.
“Come on,” she says. “You can snuggle up behind me.”
Mal nods, and I make my way over.
Charlotte gives Malachy’s chest a shove, and they both scoot over. I climb onto the cushion behind her, and Mal lifts his arm, resting it on the back of the couch instead of being wrapped around her.
Her cherry limeade smell hits my nose, and I contemplate taking off my glasses. It’s annoying to try to lie on my side with them on, but I get smart and plant my elbow on the cushion so I can rest my head on my hand.
Charlotte peeks at me over her shoulder, stretching back to grab my hand. She wraps my arm around her middle, linking our fingers.
My heart races.
She runs her thumb over mine, wiggling her ass to rest against my pelvis. They get back to watching the movie, but I’m enamored by studying Charlotte’s expressions.
It’s a perfect moment in time.
One of us needs to bite her as soon as possible.
That way, there’s no chance she’ll try to leave us, and my instincts will settle down.
I’d never put her down in my workshop, not under any circumstances, but I would handcuff her to the pack bed if she tried to leave.
Then I’d talk Patrick into giving her a bunch of orgasms—I could try, but I would have no idea what I was doing—and when she was happy and euphoric, I’d sink my teeth in so deep that she’d never get away.
Only then would I uncuff her.
I’d probably have to spend the next few years apologizing and groveling, so I’m considering that the backup, backup plan.
Shit.
I think my fixation is getting worse, and that’s a very bad sign.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Charlotte
The pack bedroom is just down the hall from the room I stayed in the first few nights I was here. If I stood in the doorway to Lucky’s new room, I would have no trouble spotting the door to the primary room since it’s at the end of the hall.
Basically, it’s a reasonable distance from his room, but it’s still the farthest he’s ever slept from me since he was born. We have the monitor feed pulled up on the television at the end of the bed. The sound is on, and I should hear him if he wakes up.
“You’re killing me, little one,” Malachy says, running his hand over my stomach. “Would you feel better if we swapped back to the other room?”
Cormac lies on his side facing me, and he brings his hand to my cheek. “We’ll do whatever will make you most comfortable.”
“No.” I shake my head. “We showed him the pack bedroom before he went to sleep. He knows where to find me.”
Not that he’s exactly come looking for me lately. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I’m sure it’s exciting for him to be around men. He hasn’t asked about his dad a lot, but it has come up a few times. That conversation is only going to get more frequent as he grows up.
Maybe it’s selfish, but I doubt all three of us would fit on the bed in the room attached to Lucky’s, and I just really want to spend a night snuggled between Cormac and Malachy. Hell, I wouldn’t have turned down Patrick if he wanted to join us too.
Malachy starts to purr behind me, and my stomach flutters.
