Only them.
Jin’s pacing halts mid-step.
Bish drops his phone.
Reese jumps off Dutch’s back, and Dutch, suddenly unpinned from the floor, acrobatically rolls to his feet with a desperate half-snarl, half-moan.
They see me.
I see them.
A shiver starts at my scalp, crashing down my spine in a tidal wave that leaves my heart stuttering, my gut fluttering, and my knees knocking so hard I grab the wall to keep from dropping.
My sweetest pheromones blossom.
With my Meadows boys, there’s no such thing as danger.
Even before their scents hit, I know.
Mine.
They’re mine.
Feral, gamma, get-the-hell-over-here MINE.
And I need to be touching them.
Jin stalks to me.
It’s sexy as hell, but who has time to stalk?
I rocket into his arms. Jin catches me with a ripping growl. “Mari—”
Yanking his hair, I drag him to my lips.
Jin was delicious before.
Now, I devour him, addicted to stormy ocean salt. Lightning tingles my tongue, streaked with his magic. Jin digs into my hips. His rumbling, possessive purr boils my blood.
I need more.
I kiss deeper, harder, opening his mouth and clawing his neck. The tighter I cling, the needier the ache.
More.
Even more.
Anything to fill the painful hollow, yawning inside me.
Desperate, my pheromones spike. With a gasp, I break the kiss. “My scent—”
“Lemon buttermilk cake,” Jin growls. “Fucking irresistible.”
“Sera—”
“You,” Jin cuts me off with a kiss.
“Mate.” Dutch glues himself to my thigh. “There’s no one else.”