My heart skips a beat at hearing her say the L-word, even if it’s not directed at me. Maybe one day it will be, but that’s something I’ll have to work for. I can’t just expect Izzy to forgive me because I shaved my head and fucked her senseless.
I need to woo her. Take her on dates. Show her through actions how much she means to me. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll be worthy of those three little words.
“There are answers here,” Izzy continues. “About me. About my past. About everything going on. I’m determined to find them.”
Grayson’s arms constrict around Izzy. “Is that what you want, baby?”
“I don’t want to leave you guys, but it’s what I need to do,” she says, shifting again.
I finally give in to the overwhelming urge growing inside of me and cup her breast, rubbing my thumb against her nipple. It hardens almost instantly, and my cock jerks against her backside.
Horny bastard.
“That’s not the only thing you want to talk about, is it?” Grayson stares at her expectantly, and she swallows, even while she simultaneously presses her tit farther into my hand.
“No,” she confesses breathily. “It’s not.”
She’s silent for a moment, no doubt collecting her thoughts, and I absently rub her tight nub between my thumb and forefinger, relishing every soft gasp.
“I want to know what’s going on with…us. With all of us.”
I freeze instinctively, her nipple still squeezed between my fingers. A sphere made of tiny blades rolls around in my throat.
“What about us?” I whisper.
A part of me expects the worst. Is she going to end this thing between us? Tell us it was a mistake? I think I would curl into a ball and die if that were the case.
What we just did was magical and wonderful and beautiful and absolute perfection. If she regrets it…
Swallowing is impossible. Every muscle in my body tenses simultaneously, something she can no doubt feel with my arm around her.
She clears her throat. “I think it’s obvious that I have…feelings for more than one of you. That I’mmatedto more than one of you.”
She stumbles over the M-word, even as my heart leaps for joy, dancing a jig in my chest complete with cartwheels and pompoms.
“I know how powerful and all-consuming the mate bond can be,” Grayson whispers, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “I won’t ask you to choose between us. I’m a selfish, possessive asshole, but I’ll never wish to take away a part of your soul. And that’s what they are to you.”
The pang lighting along my sternum returns, more vicious than ever.
“I want to be yours, Izzy,” I say softly, studying her beautiful features.
She possesses the kind of face that steals the breath straight from your lungs. The kind that artists would kill for to have as their muse. Every time I stare at her, I fall just a little bit harder, a little bit deeper. She’s just so…perfect. And I don’t mean physically. Everything about Izzy calls to me, from her witty sense of humor to her compassionate heart to the soft smiles she graces us with when she’s experiencing genuine amusement.
“I can’t speak for the others, but I know I’m okay with having Grayson join our little family.” A low chuckle escapes me before I can contain it. “Obviously.”
It’s not like I allow just anyone to call me “good boy” and convince me to strip naked.
“But it’s not just your pack and Grayson,” Izzy confesses.
“You’re talking about Ansel, aren’t you?” I say, thinking of the warlock.
I know that he’s in love with her, and I’m beginning to believe that it’s not one-sided.
“Yes.” She shifts slightly so her face is shoved in a pillow. “And Christian.”
I blink at her. “Christian Montgomery?”
As in our vice principal. As in Ashton’s older brother. As in the wolf that’s fated to go feral because he doesn’t have a pack.
