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Know it’s wrong now.
But what?
Super-gentle, I set her on the dugout bench. I wrap her in my blanket, wanting her warm and slathered in my scent, tightening it over her shoulders until only her face peeks out.
My mate has cutting green eyes and cheekbones I want to trace with my tongue.
When I start to unzip the sleeping bag, wondering how I’m going to zip her in sitting up, her feather-soft words insta-melt the fear that she’s about to run. “You slept here?”
“Mmm,” I agree, tasting her voice like a dessert.
“Why?”
“Fighting with my pack. They brought back—”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
I’m not that stupid, but sometimes I’m a real fucking tool. “You’re Serafina. The Redfang princess.”
“That’s me.” The light leaves her eyes.
Damnit.
Didn’t mean it like a bad thing.
Everything about her is so fucking good.
“That’s perfect. No. You’re perfect. I mean. Bish said you were ours. I just didn’t believe him. But now…this, right?” I already have the real estate blocked out for her on my throat. She’ll own my whole ass when we finally bond the pack.
Can’t fucking wait.
“This.” She tries to wiggle out of the blanket. “You better go back to the house. Let me finish my run. I’ll meet you there.”
“No.” I hold the blanket tight, stopping her from going away.
Just the idea is a bone in my throat.
Can’t lose her.
Can’t lose anyone else. “The neighborhood isn’t safe.”
Why’d the guys let her out alone?
They’re the real tools.
A whole-ass shed.
“I can take care of myself.”
“Right. Gangster princess. But I want to take care of you too.”
“Dutch…” Her breath feathers my face.
I lick my lips, tasting cake batter all zig-zaggy with little strips of lemon.
What does Bish call them?
