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I turn to Silas, hoping for some sympathy. He’s wearing a wry smile as he adjusts his man parts inside his jeans. He’s not going to challenge Adrian, but he definitely would have said yes to whatever was about to happen before our Alpha decided it wasn’t.

“I can’tstillbe in trouble for spending time with Rachel at school,” Carter moans. “Come on.”

Adrian shakes his head. “Set the table, and we’ll be back in a minute.”

He turns and carries me out of the room. “Thinking you might need to change the panties you just soaked when we made you come.”

“You think right, but I’d prefer if you’d set me down on the table and fuck me.”

“Later,” he promises, in that growly commanding voice I’m really starting to love.

“Now would be nicer,” I murmur, kissing his throat and making him growl hard.

He wants it as badly as I do. He just has better self-control, apparently.

“Later,” he reasserts, his eyes glowing a little as he takes me up the stairs.

“Okay,” I tell him. “But only if you order me around in that voice.”

That gives him a sexy little smirk that doesn’t die as he sets me down in the hallway.

“Aren’t you going to help me out of my panties?” I ask, giving convincing him one last shot and just barely managing to hold back on batting my eyelashes flirtatiously.

“Nice try,” he tells me. “Ten seconds and I’m carrying you back downstairs to have dinner.”

He folds his arms.

Damn. Why is it so sexy when he’s being demanding?

“You know you’re only making this harder, right?”

“Nine seconds,” he says.

I slip out of my heels and step into the bedroom. It takes me a few seconds to change, and a couple more to realize I’m hungry all over again. The gingerbread men on the plate on the dresser smell amazing. I open the door and grab one of the cookies in passing.

“Four seconds to spare,” Adrian tells me as I walk toward him.

“That makes me a good girl, right?” I ask, before a take a bite of my cookie.

“It does,” he admits as he looks me over.

“Good girls get treats.” I step back into the heels.

“Later,” he promises, as he picks me up.

“I can wait.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Rachel

ThistimewhenI’min the kitchen with all three of my mates, the only thing going on is dinner.

Spontaneous orgasms can be kind of fun, but they only seem to happen when I’m around all three of my mates at once after a day or two of slim to no sexual contact. Kind of the heats way of making sure I don’t go too long without thinking about sex, I guess.

It’s not something that happens too often. Having three hot, red-blooded men around means I almost always get to have some kind of sexy fun on a daily basis. I can’t really complain at Adrian saying no to indulging in my heat. He had a good reason. Besides, taking care of my basic need for sustenance will stop me from passing out after more sex.

By the time I’ve crunched and chewed my way through another gingerbread man, Silas is serving up our roast dinner, and I can tell I’m not going to leave half the meal sitting on the plate tonight. I inhale two slices of the perfectly cooked roast in gravy and a mound of mashed potato so quickly that I almost accuse Carter of stealing from my plate.

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