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Kairo’s enforcers have us surrounded. Dutch and Reese shoulder out the guy who pushed too close.
Aggressive bodies clog the hotel entry.
I didn’t fail to notice, but we’re Meadows Pack. The guys have it handled.
And I fucking love that name.
“There’s no smoking on the property,” Bishop reminds a seven-foot alpha with a dangling cig.
He snorts. “Are you supposed to be the owner?”
“Oh? Is it obvious?” Bishop puffs, full peacock, lifting his defined chin and straightening the lapels of his robe.
Sol’s chuckle grazes my throat. She quickly shutters her smile, but the damage is already baked into my skin.
Her every emotion feels like a win, kick-starting the purring muscles that would’ve atrophied if she hadn’t come home to us.
“Should I carry you inside?” I drop my lips to her ear. “For the act?”
Her arms tighten, then relax.
Fingers tighten, then relax.
I ignore the roaring urge to haul her to my body.
Wait for her answer.
Finally, she sighs. “It would be more realistic. If I were really your mate.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.” Realistic as fuck, I wrap Sol’s thighs around my hips. The cords of her tense muscles grind my sides.
I ache to rub her back. Smooth her out. Purr her soft.
That only works for Dutch.
My dominance is too heavy, and my intentions—
Not pure.
I can only wait.
After a few tight breaths, she relaxes her knees and tucks her head into the hollow of my shoulder.
It’s your spot, Tomcat.
Make yourself comfortable.
“Steady,” I warn, flattening my palm to her back.
She tenses. I support her until she settles, readjusting her grip around my neck.
It’s sweet as fuck when she clings—much more kitten than stray when she isn’t throwing claws.
“Move,” I bark.
Triad soldiers scatter like cockroaches, and the flex of dominance teases a shiver from Sol’s spine. In my coat, in my arms, she’s already mine.
I’m fucking dying to show her off. “Let’s go.”
