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Chapter Thirty
The next morning, I wake up deliciously sore. I have no idea what time we finally fell asleep, but I know that today’s exhaustion is totally worth it. Turns out, I’m addicted to Linden’s particular brand of alpha asshole-ishness. I don’t even care if that’s not a word. I couldn’t get enough. I’m blaming it on the bond. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I slip out of my bed, frowning on finding it empty, and pull on an oversized hoodie. It falls down past my thighs so I don’t need to add anything with it. I may have commandeered it off Oakley, though he likes to insist I stole it. I hear jovial voices as I head down the stairs. I pause at the bottom.
Last night I was too distracted, riding the adrenaline high, but this morning I feel it...a twisting in my gut. It's telling me that I no longer feel safe or comfortable in my own home. Ah fuck. Jasper! Fucking fuckity fuck fuck!
I take a few deep breaths, push down the feelings, plaster a smile on my face and head for the kitchen. My stomach growls at the amazing smells coming from behind the closed door, so it doesn’t even occur to me to stop and eavesdrop. The beast demands to be fed.
Opening the door, I know that they were talking about me because all conversation stops. Damn, should have paused to listen after all.
“Hey love, are you okay?” Rowan asks me. I smile and nod.
“Hungry,” I croak. My throat feels sore, and I’m not sure if it’s from smoke inhalation or screaming orgasms.
“Sit down, babe, I’ve got you,” Ash calls from the stove. Of course he’s responsible for the amazing smells, all my guys can cook, but Ash dominates breakfast.
My guys.
I look down at my chest and concentrate hard. The bond is there, clear as day. Glimmering a bright orange, stronger than I’ve ever seen it before, and connecting me to all four guys. My guys. I smile.
“What?” Linden asks, as I slide into my seat at the table. Oakley just growls. The second Ash puts a plate full of food in front of me, Oak leans over and swipes it out from under my nose and begins to inhale it.
“Hungry?” I raise an eyebrow as I ask him. He grunts. “Ah, hangry,” I correct with a wink.
As Ash returns to the table he hits Oakley around the head. Jasper jumps up into my lap and I cuddle and pet him, making a fuss. He seems way more chilled about the whole thing than me. Does he know? Can he already feel that his life will change twelve months from now? Can he feel that his soul has been sold? Will it change him?
“That was for the lady, dickhead,” Ash chastises him. Oakley glowers back, chews and then swallows his mouthful.
“Based on what she enjoyed last night, it’s safe to say she ain’t no lady.”
That earns him another smack around the head, and I kick him under that table too, just for good measure. He grins, reaches over and steals my juice. I watch, fascinated, as he drains it in three large gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing and causing heat to pool between my thighs.
“I can feel that.” He grins at me when he replaces the glass.
“Shut up,” I grumble, turning pink.
“No creaming in my hoodie, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, do you mind?! I’m trying to eat my breakfast and that’s just gross.” I wrinkle my nose up in disgust. I hate that term.
“Sweetheart, you should be for breakfast every day. I’ve half a mind to spread you out on this table right now, just to prove a point that there’s nothing gross about you.”
“Just to prove a point?” I tease, in a desperate attempt to get the attention off me.
“If I only ever get to taste your sweet juices for the rest of my life, sweetheart, I’d die the world’s happiest man.”
Okay, my face is on fire. And, well, other parts of me are burning too. Holy hell, what a conversation for the breakfast table!
“I wouldn’t mind a little Jas for breakfast myself,” Ash adds, giving me a wicked grin.
“Turncoat,” I mumble, making him chuckle.
“Well, don’t look at me,” Linden suddenly pipes up. “I’ve more than had my fill of her.”
There’s a beat of disbelieving silence before Oakley unleashes a roar of rage and launches himself across the table at Linden. Food, plates, glasses...it all goes flying and in the blink of an eye Oak has Linden up against the patio doors by his throat.
“Guys! Guys! Just calm down!” I throw my hands up in panic and Oakley swears loudly and drops Linden like a sack of shit. I may have just zapped him with my magic. Just a little.
