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“The lingerie store… We’ll see what kind of fun we can have there,” Warrick says with a grin.

God, how I love this guy. There’s no one like Warrick. But then a lightning strike of fear quashes my good mood. What if I were to lose him… To lose any of the boys to those evil mutated wolves? That thought chills me to my core. We have got to find the maneaters and kill them before it’s too late.

Chapter Sixteen

Luna

The entire ride home from Jacksonville, clinging to Warrick’s torso, my brain has been scheming. Warrick and I had a blast in town, and I want to make sure he knows how much it means to me that he took me out today. We went shopping for a dress, shoes, makeup, lingerie—which I found out is just fancy underwear—and even a glittery crown called a tiara.

To show my gratitude, I intend to give Warrick so much pleasure his mind will explode.

When we finally get home, with stars twinkling in the sky, I enter the house while Warrick parks his bike in the garage.

“Hey,” I say, finding Axel stretched out on the sofa, icing his leg, which healed but still hurts him if he works too hard building one of the houses for the pack wolves.

“Hey,” he says with a smile, flipping the TV to mute and tossing the remote on the coffee table. “How was your day?”

“Oh, we had so much fun! We messed with a couple of store clerks, making up stories about how I’m going to get married in a biker’s wedding. Fifty bikers are all going to have their way with me, and…” I start laughing again. “This one shopkeeper—I thought she would combust. All she wanted to do was to get rid of Warrick and me as fast as she could.”

Axel pats the cushion next to him. “Sounds like fun.”

“And then we went out for burgers, fries, and milkshakes. And then Warrick took me out on a long ride, soaring through the backroads. It was incredible.” I settle next to Axel and take his hand. “Where are Callan and Ethan?”

“They crashed already,” he says. “Today was brutal, but we got a lot done.”

“You waited up for me?”

His expression falls and he tugs his hand away. “I thought I’d sleep on the mattress in the corner tonight. What about you? You’ll probably sleep with Warrick after the day you two had.”

“Probably,” I admit. “I wish we had a bigger bed.” I draw circles on Axel’s chest. “We need a bigger bed and a bigger house—bigger everything.”

“It’s okay, Luna. We can’t always be together. It’s good to sleep apart sometimes.” He picks up the remote and flips on the sound again.

I take the remote from his hand, mute the noise and toss it out of reach.

Warrick tromps into the front room. “What’s this about sleeping apart? I thought I could keep you busy for a while, Luna.”

He waggles his eyebrows as he steps toward the couch and scoops me into his arms.

Axel’s jaw works side to side, and he reaches across the couch for the remote, flipping on the sound again.

Warrick slings me over his shoulder and heads for his bedroom.

“Hey,” I say, pounding his back.

“What?” he says, slapping my rump. When we get to his bedroom, he slams the door and pitches me on the bed. Then, he falls next to me and starts peeling off my clothes.

“Warrick, wait,” I say between squeals.

“Been waiting all day,” he says, grabbing my waistband with his teeth and yanking my pants down my hips. “I’m about to suck my baby girl’s pussy dry.”

“I have an idea,” I say, lifting my hips so he can tug them from my legs.

“Does it involve role play?” He shakes my pants in his mouth like they’re prey, then tosses them from the bed.

“No, it involves Axel,” I say.

His frenetic movements cease, and he stares at me, blinking. “It involves Axel how?”