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Oh yeah.

Zest.

She’s soft cake and sprinkled sugar, drenched in zesty glaze that runs down the back of my throat. Can’t even keep my tongue in my mouth.

Too soon to suck her fingers?

Bet they taste so good.

I’m gonna lick every spot on her skin.

Oh, fuck.

What if she licks me back?

I think I whine.

But my phone vibrates, saving me from embarrassing my ass. It’s been ringing since yesterday, and I finally have a reason to pick up.

Have to tell the guys I’m in love.

Before I can open my mouth, Bish banshee roars. “Where the fuck have you been? She’s gone. Serafina is—”

“She’s right here.”

“What?” he hisses so hard, even our mate flinches. “Where’s here?”

“The field. But—”

“Stay,” he commands, whipping out dominance I didn’t know he had and forcing my knees to lock.

Click.

“Not a dog,” I mutter, but oh well. The sooner the pack’s reunited, the sooner we can mate, and the sooner we can all have fun unlocking Bishop’s beast mode.

Together. As a pack.

“I have to go.” Serafina pushes, trying to escape her toasty burrito.

“I’ll run with you. Anywhere you want.” ‘Round the block, closest wedding chapel, wherev.

“No. I—” her voice pierces, so painful I don’t know what the fuck to do except help her untangle.

My hands feel like foam fingers, all numb and useless when Serafina starts to pant.

She’s panicking.

Have to make her comfortable.

I rip off the blanket.

She jerks, whipping her ponytail to the side to get away.

She’s going to leave me.

Now I can’t breathe.

Going tunnel vision, my sight fades to a pinprick where a cluster of freckles hides behind her ear.

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