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He tossed them toward the bathroom and pulled me into his arms. My eyes were already drifting closed as he covered us up. He brushed another kiss over my lips before placing one last one on my forehead.
“Sleep well, angel,” he said in a softer tone than I’d heard from him all night. Between the scent of balsam and tonka and the warmth of his body against mine, there was no fighting the sleep threatening to pull me under. I’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d wrung from my body and I was exhausted.
Tomorrow, I could deal with the fact this alpha had stormed into my life and fucked me like he’d been waiting his whole life for this. Tonight I was going to let myself sink into this bed, feeling seen, worshiped, and perfectly sated.
Chapter Five
Adam
Iwas done waiting.
Ever since Lindsay dropped the bomb that she’d dismissed that pathetic boyfriend of hers, I knew it was time.
We’d been patient.I’dbeen patient. But I couldn’t let us keep going through this song and dance that the four of us had found ourselves in.
Growing up, I knew immediately that Lindsay ‘soon-to-be’ Drake was the one for me, there wasn’t a single question in my mind. And when she and Dustin had gotten close in high school, taking their relationship to the next level, I thought for sure it was just the beginning of the next chapter of our lives.
Only she pulled away when our designations hit, spouting some bullshit about not being able to give us what we needed and it was better if we stayed friends.
What an absolute crock of shit.
Except instead of fighting for her and assuring her that wasn’t an issue, Ollie’s first heat had hit, and we had to scramble to the city to get him the help he needed.
By the time we got back, she’d erected a wall between us. It had taken an act of god to get us back together in some semblance of the pack I knew we were meant to be, and ever since then, she’d held us at arm’s length.
She’d come over and hang out like she always did, but she’d rarely spent the night, even if she did have her own room in our pack house. Hell, if she’d just accept the damn thing already, I wouldn’t have to worry my ass off like I was now, wondering where she was.
“She’s late,” Ollie commented, glancing at the clock. “She’s never late. Especially today, she knows how important this meeting is. Otherwise, we’d have postponed because of the weather.”
Janet, part of the town’s welcome wagon and one of everyone’s favorite moms, had put us in touch with a beer consultant who was going to help us launch our new line of winter brews. Having distribution outside the state was huge for us, and making sure our product and packaging was on point was crucial.
All of us were meeting here today to solidify a plan forward so that we could have the launch ready by the winter. Something our small town of Holiday Hollow went absolutely wild over.
“If Dustin wouldn’t have stopped me from putting that tracker on her car last year…” I trailed off, giving my brother a pointed look.
“Linds would kick your ass and I would have helped her,” Dustin said. “You know better than to come at her with all that alpha shit. That’s the fastest way to make her fly.”
He was right. My firefly was a hard one to catch.
“We’ll invite her back to the house for dinner tonight and pick up her favorite,” I told them.
“Do you think she’ll agree?” Ollie asked, his brow furrowing. “I don’t think I can take another heat without her, not even the clinic was much help last time.”
Before I could assure him, the door opened, wind whipping the chimes violently as our woman in question hustled in.
“Sorry! Sorry! I know I’m late,” she apologized. “Are they here yet?”
“You’re good, Linds,” Dustin assured her. “Take a breath, babe.”
He went to help her with her coat, putting it on one of the racks when I saw it, her scarf slipping ever so slightly before she put it back in place.
Within seconds, I was across the floor and in her space, pulling her into my arms, my nose confirming what I already knew as I buried my nose in her. All her gorgeous iris and amber scent was muted, covered with a woodsy scent that was certifiably alpha.
I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t speak, as I undid her scarf and stared at her neck covered in bruises and bites.
Never before had she’d come in here smelling like another alpha, and my instincts weren’t having it. A sickening feeling of dread washed through me as she tried to slip from my grip.
“Adam,” she warned.