“Huh, what?”Gabby shook her head.“Sorry, did you say something?”
She eyed her sister, wishing the three of them shared the same type of connection she had with her mates.“No.So, either of you find Misters Wonderful?”
Gabby looked toward the doorway where Scarlet’s mates and the Captain had disappeared, then back at Scarlet.“No.But it’s only Saturday morning.We’ve got a few more days, right?”
“Uh huh.”She didn’t believe those words for a second.“Right.”
“Whatever.”Her sister pegged her with a strawberry.“So, I figured you did the mating thing last night, I can grab a pair today, and we’ll sort out Whitney.Get this shit wrapped in time for our flight on Sunday.”
Whitney tossed a grape at Gabby.“Crass much?”She popped a piece of fruit into her mouth.“So, how’s mating?”
Scarlet thought about it for a minute, replayed their night of lovemaking, kissing and caressing and coming… “Squishy.”
A sense of male satisfaction crept into her mind, and her clit twitched.Yeah, she could deal with squishy for a long, long, lemme-come-some-more time.
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Talk about an awesome souvenir.The organizer for the annual werewolf Gathering had purchased the best pensever.Gabriella found them sitting in a pile on the registration desk, and she’d snared one before the morning’s round of speed sniffing began.
Click.
Clickity click.
It had the perfect balance for her to spin it around her fingers.
Flip.Flip.Click.Click.
There was a brief pause and then she reversed the pen’s path.
Clickity click.Flip.Click.
Okay, officially?She was engaging in various Tests of Proximity, not speed sniffing.Her sister Scarlet had called it werewolf speed dating.
So now she had to sit at a table opposite two chairs while Alpha Pairs made their way around the room.Then they’d sit, sniff, and go.
See?It boiled down to werewolf speed dating.
Well, they weren’t only sniffing.There was this whole Mark thing going on, too.
Gabby sighed, hand automatically going to her left bicep.Stupid Mark.She’d been born with the thing.In a swirling triangular shape, the Mark was slightly darker than her overall hue and rose from her skin as if it were a scar.Present since birth, it signified her eventual mating to two—count ’emtwo—werewolves.
Which left her lounging around enduring the Test of Proximity with pair after pair while the one wolf who’d caught her eye lurked outside the ballroom.A glance toward the doors revealed that the man still skulked, moving like the predatory animal that prowled just beneath his skin.
Too bad she couldn’t mate a single wolf.Nope, individual wolves, those that weren’t Alphas and part of an Alpha Pair, mated other wolves and never humans.Only pairs ended up with a human Marked as their mate.
Except…except her Mark had reacted to the Captain’s presence.It’d heated and throbbed and screamed at her to rush into the wolf’s arms.Supposedly that only happened when a Marked was around the ones meant for her.
Funny how the guy she reacted to wasn’t part of a pair.He seemed dominant enough.But he was the Captain of her newly mated sister’s guards, which meant he was definitively not paired up and ruling a Pack.
Geez, her sister now hadguards.Gah.Scarlet had not only mated the previous night—their first night at the Gathering—but she’d snared the North American Ruling Alphas: Keller Aaron and Madden Harris.Which left Scarlet out of the morning’s activities and Gabriella all alone.
Lucky (maybe) bitch.
Low chimes filled the air and then the shift of bodies relocating replaced the gentle sounds.Oh, look, time for the Alpha Pairs to move on to the next “lucky” (she almost snorted) lady.
Gabby sighed as she saw her next two potential mates approach.
