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Owen widened his eyes. “Really? I always find the knotting takes the edge off.”
“Oh, that would do it. None of my lovers knot me. They all think I am a short beta and don’t want to break me.” She smirked. “And after one night, they don’t remember me. Figuring that out was odd.”
Thanatos looked at her with surprise. “You are serious.”
“Yup. Normally, you wouldn’t have even remembered me after the party where we first met, so the fact that you did is rather surprising.”
He walked over to her and hugged her. “I could never forget you.”
She smiled. “Sure you could if you weren’t a possible match. The guys that got sent home today won’t remember why they were here.”
Owen smiled. “That’s handy. Stalkers are the worst.”
“Yeah.” She rubbed her shoulder. It was healed, but she still remembered that moment of impact followed by searing pain.
Armand frowned. “Does it still hurt?”
“No. Just the memory. I was expecting it but was surprised. Does that make sense?”
Thanatos nodded. “It does, but then you are experienced at being bait.”
“Yeah, but while violence occasionally happens, the officers usually get there before I beat the guys to death.”
The guys looked at her, and she explained. She used her illusion to put her in a club outfit and said, “This scampers around a corner.” She put on Albert. “And this is waiting for them.” Albert’s deeper voice said, “And I am usually more than ready for a fight by then.”
The three deep scowls and one light frown confused her. “What?”
Owen cleared his throat. “We have become attached to the idea of being with you. The idea of you in danger is unpleasant.”
She put her hands on her hips. “What option do I have? I am fucking portable! The effort to get away is for my own self-preservation.”
The guys blinked as understanding hit them.
“I don’t walk out with the guys. I am usually carried from near the restrooms, and the bouncers laugh as I fake being doped and mindless. Thankfully, I can’t be roofied. Probably the same thing that makes healing an injury a pain in the butt.” She sighed. “I have lived my life. Done some stuff. I am sure you all have your own hair-raising tales of marginal logic and self-preservation.”
Mateo cocked his head and smiled. “You would be correct, and I will promise to keep you safe when you are with me.”
She grinned. “I am going to call bullshit on that. Owen is your bonded omega. It’s him first, as it should be.”
Owen sighed. “You are probably right.”
“Yeah, just like if I sleep with you, if Owen is interested, it has to be him first, so he doesn’t feel weird about it.”
Mateo stared, and Owen’s eyes widened. “Yeah, that would solve a persistent problem.”
“Well, because you are a singular pairing, the claiming is a constant thing.” She shrugged. “If either one of you is disinterested, this isn’t going to work.”
Owen frowned. “Hold still.”
“Uh, okay.”
Owen and Mateo walked to her, and Owen stood in front of her. He grinned. “You are short.”
“Thanks, Captain Observo.”
He pressed his lips to hers, and the silky-soft feeling of his mouth hardened as he coaxed her into relaxing.
He tasted amazing. He was an aphrodisiac on legs. His skin was silky, and his body was surprisingly strong. The shirt he was wearing was so smooth, it was ridiculous, and the taste of him. Good god.
