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Thorne’s eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing as he stared into my soul. “I loved it. I love you, and I don’t want there to be any doubt,” he said, his tone darkening. “If we are facing my pack, or anything else, they need to know that I would kill for you. That if they touch you, they answer to me, and I would doanythingfor you.”

“I do love you,” I blurted.

His smile was sunshine parting the dark clouds. Gently, he gathered me against his chest. “Good,” he hummed.

“And I’m getting really hungry, so if we’re adequately fucked, maybe we could go get breakfast?” I said. “I’m hoping for cinnamon rolls.”

Laughing, Thorne kissed my forehead. “Yes, fine, let’s get breakfast.” I sat back, and he added, “But you should know, this isn’t as intense as a real heat. I wouldn’t let you out of our bed if you were really in heat. So be prepared when that happens.”

My shiver gave me away. He chuckled again, his knot receding enough that I could pull off of him.

“Is there anything I can use to clean up?” I asked. “I’m getting cum all over your car.”

“That’s fine. I want it to smell like you forever. Just put your pants back on, and let it drip down your thigh,” he said, his grin turning devious.

Scowling at him, I grabbed his jacket from the back seat, and used the soft inside of it to wipe between my legs. “There. You can enjoy your clothes being coated in cum.”

“Perfect,” he said, inhaling the scent before pulling the jacket on.

“Ridiculous,” I said, settling into my seat so he could drive us the rest of the way to the diner.

Chapter 24

DVP: Double Virgin Power

Cole and Sawyer lay sprawled across the bed, the sheet pulled over their midsections. Warm sunlight painted Cole’s ivory skin, shadows marking out the lines of his abdomen, making that ribcage tattoo look a little too realistic. Beside him, Sawyer’s head tipped toward the light, his freckles blazing over flushed cheeks.

“I brought breakfast,” I crooned as I stepped into the cabin.

“Great,” Cole said, rising to stand as the sheet pooled at the end of the mattress.

On instinct, I raised a hand to block the sight of his dick, but then I remembered that I had it inside of me only an hour or so ago, and I dropped my arm. Clearing my throat, I smiled at him. “Cinnamon rolls. Sound good?”

“Yes!” Sawyer sat up, his blond curls sticking up.

Thorne found dusty plates and cleaned them off as Cole opened up the to-go containers. I grabbed a comb from my bag and sat behind Sawyer, pinching his pressure point so he would sit still for me. Gently, I untangled his hair.

“I’venever seen sex hair this bad,” I said, shaking my head.

“I guess we haven’t been doing our job with you,” he said, winking over his shoulder.

Brushing my hand down his back, I smiled. “Looks like you’re feeling better.”

His smile turned sheepish, and the pink in his cheeks darkened. “Yeah, that was fucking crazy. I’ve never been that horny. It was so bad when we first bonded, and then it just kept getting worse until I felt like I was going to die.”

Leaning forward, I kissed his shoulder blade. “Oh no, poor baby needed to get fucked by the tall, dark, brooding werewolf.”

“Don’t forget handsome,” Cole said, dropping to the bed beside us and holding a plate overflowing with three gooey cinnamon rolls.

Sawyer arched an eyebrow, silently asking where his breakfast was. Cole tore off a chunk of sweet, fluffy roll and held it up to Sawyer’s lips. I almost laughed at Sawyer’s stubborn hesitation, but after a moment, he opened his mouth and allowed Cole to feed him.

“Are you going to feed me?” I asked Thorne, batting my eyelashes.

He held two plates and passed one to me. His brows furrowed at my question. “Did you want me to?”

Snorting, I shook my head. “That’s okay, I’m a big girl.”

“Hey!” Sawyer scowled at me.