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We gasp together. He’s so focused, I know he doesn’t realize that his scent is the only one gone wild.
I have to keep mine locked. “Do me a favor?”
“All of them.” He drapes the doorway, eyelids low, with a wet spot flowering halfway down his thigh.
“Find the clothes Reese packed for me?” I ask breathily. “I need a shower.”
Dutch bites his thick lower lip. “If you’re gonna wear yoga pants, we have to mate.”
“Then I’ll borrow someone’s sweats.”
“That’s worse,” he moans. “Then you smell like pack, but we’re not bonded, and I can’t feel you and—”
“Dutch.”
He yanks my hand to his throat. When he rasps, his Adam’s apple scrapes my palm. “I can’t lose you again.”
I swallow.
Do I tell the truth and kick the puppy?
Or lie and drag out his pain?
I tug free and lob down the middle. “Your mate isn’t going anywhere.”
His eyes darken. “Solly—”
“Aren’t we on an island? I can barely swim.” I shoo him and pull out the big guns. “Hurry. I’m hungry.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” His eyes widen. “Hold on. I’ll grab papaya and ass pants.”
The trick earns me a moment to breathe.
But I’ve barely started scraping off my makeup, and Dutch is already tearing down the hall with a suitcase and a plate of cut fruit. “The supply shipment just came. I have to help unload so we have real food for you, but eat papaya first. And maybe wear a long shirt? Want to bite that ass so much my teeth are gonna wiggle loose.”
My scent glands tighten. “You want to bite…”
“Or lick.” He forces me to take the plate, dragging his tongue over his lips. “Eat fruit. Bet it makes your pussy taste even sweeter.”
He runs before I can respond.
Which is ideal, because I can’t.
My pussy spasms—thanking him for his concern—then retreats to the cloister.
Dead silent.
Why bother saying hello if you’re not going to participate?
I take my suitcase and suspect snack into the wet room, bar the door, and run all ten shower heads to fog the mirrors.
Picking an outfit is harder than stripping.
I’ve always dressed to play a part, but since I reunited with the Meadows, my role has gotten hazy as the shower glass.
They’re treating me like their real mate.
If I dress like Serafina, all leather and lace, I’ll forget I’m fake.
