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waited, wolfed out so they could leave the truck where big
Mike wouldn’t see. They needed to tell her this face-to-face.
    Steph hadn’t kissed the big man goodbye—just hugged him and
waved before going inside and crying, still standing right inside the front
door. The sounds of her sobs tore at his heart and he whined, nudging Jordan
with his nose.
    Jordan nipped his shoulder and they slipped around back,
Jordan scratching at the kitchen door. Better to go in unseen through the
kitchen.
    They heard her, her tall shoes tapping on the hardwood. “Who
is it?”
    The back door opened and she gasped, jumping back a few
steps. She pressed a hand to her chest.
    Jordan slid in before she could shut the door and Shaw took
advantage of her shock to do the same. They needed her.
    “I— Boys?” She locked the door behind her, slid down onto
the floor as her legs just gave out.
    Jordan managed the change back to human first. Shaw found it
harder to do when he was upset or stressed.
    “Hey, honey.” Jordan reached out, touched her leg.
    “Hey. You were supposed to call.” She didn’t smell scared.
He thought she was more…just worn out.
    “We just needed to see you face-to-face.” Jordan used his
other hand to stroke Shaw’s fur.
    Shaw cuddled in, vocalizing softly, and Steph chuckled.
“Hey, Shaw.”
    Shaw thought a little more about being human, and suddenly
he was panting, pressed up against Jordan’s side. “Hey.”
    “You two want a beer? A blanket?”
    “I’ll take a beer,” Jordan said, lounging a little. He
looked so good, all naked and stretched out on the floor.
    “‘kay.”
    Shaw watched as Steph tried to get up without flashing them.
Silly girl. They knew every inch of her. Biblically. Jordan growled a little,
the sound utterly sexual. Shaw’s cock jumped, ready.
    “Stupid heels.” She bent her leg to slide one off and
suddenly Shaw could smell her. Their mate. He shifted closer, moaning low, his
nose sliding along her leg.
    Jordan moved, grabbing their girl and pulling her down. She
landed on Jordan’s lap with a thump.
    “Hey!”
    Shaw groaned and reached for her leg, hands sliding up.
    “You can’t just go on dates, woman.” Jordan kissed her,
which cut off whatever she was saying. It had started out profane.
    Short skirts were amazing. So were the tiny panties that
were silk against his fingers. Shaw savored the feel of them for maybe two
seconds before Jordan tore them off.
    “You can’t do that.” Steph swatted Jordan’s hands, but she
was laughing, the sound almost like tears.
    “I can too.” Their alpha mate just kissed her silly and Shaw
moaned at how pretty they were.
    Shaw moved behind her, nuzzling her jaw, beneath her ear.
She smelled good, flowers and soap, her own unique scent right there
underneath.
    “Need you, mate.” Jordan lapped at her lips, drew her
closer.
    “No. You need your mate.”
    “Damn it, would you listen to us? You’re our mate!” Jordan
nipped her lower lip and Shaw knew how that felt, how it made all your muscles
jump.
    “I can’t be!” She kissed Jordan back, tongue fucking his
mouth, hard and fast.
    Jordan drew him into the kiss too, their lips and tongues
working together perfectly. Shaw knew they were right. No more doubts. She was
theirs. Every inch. He stroked her inner thighs, loving the wetness there, the
proof that she needed them too.
    Jordan pulled off her skirt, then her top, and Shaw helped
stretch her out, spread her. She lay back for them, her breasts pushing up, her
belly pale and enticing.
    “Look at you.” Shaw moaned, tongue sliding up along the
swell of her breast toward one hard nipple.
    “I—you shouldn’t be.” She wasn’t covering up, though, she
was reaching for him.
    “Need to. You’re ours.” His lips wrapped around one sweet
nipple and he pulled, tongue lashing the tip as if he knew she liked it.
    She cried out, bucking for him. “Oh Goddess.”
    Jordan laughed, a deep, exultant sound. “His mouth is