Page 52 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

Beside me, Roman goes very still.

I glance sideways, and he’s staring at me. Then he’s shifting closer with his chair, one elbow resting against the back of my chair, his mouth tipped into the faintest grin.

“Careful,” he murmurs, low enough that the others keep eating. “If you keep making sounds like that over pie…” His eyes drift over my mouth. “I’m going to start wondering how much better this ice cream would taste off you.”

My spoon freezes halfway to my mouth, and he watches every second of my reaction.

I duck my head, laughing into my spoon. Unfortunately, I’m not nearly as subtle as I think because everyone at the table is watching me now.

Ethan scrunches up his nose dramatically. “Some of us are trying to enjoy pie here.”

Grayson bumps him with an elbow. “Easy there, hall monitor.”

Ethan flips him off without looking up from his pie, and the rest of us break into laughter.

After we’ve finished our pie, we gather the plates and head into the kitchen together, bumping shoulders and getting in each other’s way until Ethan finally throws a dish towel over one shoulder and shoos us toward the door.

“Out. All of you. I can’t wash dishes with the four of you hovering around my kitchen, making heart eyes at each other. Go be weird somewhere else.”

Still laughing, we drift back into the main room together, and a yawn catches me halfway across the floor.

Roman smiles first. “You’re exhausted.”

“A little bit.”

“Then come back with us,” Grayson says immediately. His hand settles low against my back, warm and possessive without pushing. “The fire’s going. We’ll throw on a movie, and you can steal all the blankets. Nobody’s making you do a damn thing except stay where we can keep looking at you.”

My heart melts. “That,” I admit with a helpless laugh, “is an incredibly tempting offer.”

Wolf’s dark eyes track every flicker across my face. “Then say yes.”

I glance between the three of them and have to smile, because every one of them wants the same thing and none of them is pretending otherwise.

“I’d fall asleep on one of you before the opening credits.”

Grayson’s grin widens. “I fail to see the downside.”

Roman chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve got two shoulders you’re welcome to borrow.”

“She’s not borrowing mine,” Wolf says, his voice low enough to send a shiver through me. “If she falls asleep on me, she’s staying there.”

Heat blooms across my cheeks.

“See?” I laugh. “I don’t even know how to do… this.” I gesture helplessly between the four of us. “One Alpha would’ve been enough to turn my life upside down. Three of you…” I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “I’m still trying to catch my breath.”

Grayson’s thumb traces one slow pass against the small of my cheek before he lets his hand fall away. “Nobody’s asking you to figure out forever tonight,” he says. “We’re just having a hard time letting you walk away.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Wolf mutters, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’ve been trying to convince myself not to carry you back to our cabin since dessert.”

Roman huffs a quiet laugh, nodding.

“Tomorrow,” I whisper, because if I stay another minute, I honestly don’t know whether I’ll leave them at all.

Wolf studies me for a long moment before giving the smallest nod. “Tomorrow,” he agrees. “But don’t make us wait too long.”

Roman is the first to move closer. He cups the back of my neck, his forehead resting against mine for the briefest second, his eyes searching my face. “Sleep,” he murmurs. “We’ll still be here in the morning.” Then he brushes a slow kiss across my lips.

Wolf steps in next, nudging him over, one rough finger tipping my chin up until I’m looking at him. And his mouth finds the corner of mine, close enough that my breath catches, the promise lingering far longer than the kiss itself.