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Isaiah gave a grim shake of the head.
Koen frowned. “I would have thought they’d have found the Vercetti Pack by now. Luke said that he, Camden, and Farrell have still had no luck with it.”
“A whole lot of shifters have been hunting the pack for quite some time. None succeeded. So I wasn’t expecting this to be a quick or simple hunt.”
“You want to be out there tracking them,” Koen sensed.
“Part of me does, but the rest of me wants to stay with her. Besides, I don’t think I’d be much good out there. I’d only keep wondering if she was all right; if they’d come back for her. I wouldn’t be able to focus well.” He stopped talking as his mother and mate approached.
Andaya gave him her prettiest smile—the one she always tossed his way when she wanted something. “I was just saying to Quinley that, if you don’t already have plans, you should join me and your father for Christmas dinner.”
“You also said we should do it even if we did already have plans,” said Quinley, her lips quirking.
“Well, it makes sense,” Andaya told her. “Your sisters and their families would be welcome, too.”
“Thanks, but I doubt they’d come. My old pride throws a feast and has music and dancing—it’s wildly popular among the unranked. The ranked members have a separate celebration that’s more prim and proper, of course.” Quinley rolled her eyes. “I’ve never envied them that. Sounds boring.”
“The whole ranked and unranked business is just galling and wrong,” stated Andaya. “At least you’re away from all that now. You two will come to dinner, won’t you?”
Isaiah sighed. “Stop pressuring her, Mom.”
“Stop leaving me hanging, boy.”
Quinley gave him a “I’m up for it if you are” look.
In that case… “We’ll be there.”
Andaya predictably beamed in a triumphant delight.
Once his parents were gone, Quinley said to him, “Your mom’s pretty bossy, but she’s so sweet about it that I could never call her on it. It’s sneaky in a way I admire.”
“You sure you don’t mind us eating at their table Christmas day?” Isaiah asked her.
“Positive.”
“All right.”
She put a hand to her belly, grimacing. “All this talk about dinner has made me hungry.”
Typical. “When are you not hungry?”
“Rarely. But you don’t get to complain—I warned you before you claimed me that my appetite rivals that of a wolverine. You knew what you were getting into.”
“I thought you were exaggerating.”
“Little late to whine about it now. I own your ass.”
A smile pulled at his mouth. “Yeah, you really do.” And he found himself completely fine with it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A nick of fire blazed along her inner walls, piercing Quinley’s sleep and snapping her awake… just as Isaiah’s cock bumped her cervix.
A shocked gasp burst out of her, and her cat woke up with a start.
Above her, he groaned deep in his throat, so much grit in the sound. His thick shaft pulsed against her inner walls, stretching her until it stung.
Her lips parted, Quinley planted her palms on his back, blinking hard. It was only then she realized he’d shoved up her tee, baring her breasts. Her sleepy cat rumbled a pleased growl, liking that he would take what he wanted in such a way.
