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“Just wanna check in. You’re good with everything?”

Sure, like, maybe Arlo had fucked him the other night as they’d spouted fantasies about the very omega sleeping next to him. But fantasies and real life were very different things.

“What do you mean?” Arlo questioned, blinks a little less sticky.

Tate’s mind went blank. “Uhh… like, everything.”

Arlo rolled to face him. “Maybe a little more detail?” he teased with a smile.

Rolling his eyes, Tate shoved him gently on the shoulder, but changed his mind at the last second and pulled him closer. Their chests bumped, and Tate brushed his lips against Arlo’s full ones and hummed. “I love you,” he said quietly.

Arlo’s entire body melted into the mattress, into him, like it always did when Tate was sweet.

“Wendy and Nic, and shit… Griffith? This is pack stuff. Are we ready for that?”

Arlo’s lips twitched and he buried his head in Tate’s chest, shoulders shaking against him. Tate twisted his head over his shoulder, but no one was the wiser.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Tate hissed.

His mate didn’t listen to him at all, and only pulled back once he’d caught his breath. Arlo’s grin was splitting his lips as he leaned back and brushed his knuckles over Tate’s shoulder, where Arlo’s bite was.

“We’re ready for anything, ’cause you’re the best damn mate anyone could ask for.”

Tate was suddenly glad of the darkness, as his cheeks flared bright red. “Stop it, this is serious.”

“I am serious,” Arlo said, catching his gaze and holding it. “I fucking love you, dude. And that doesn’t change just because we’re in this situation. Right?”

Swallowing roughly, Tate nodded. “Right.”

“So, what are you so worried about?”

Tate chased Arlo to his spot and nipped at his bottom lip. “Now? Nothing. I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”

During the next kiss, Tate’s lips twitched and he pulled back. “So you gonna let Grif top?”

Arlo’s mouth dropped open in embarrassment. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

“I mean, it’s a genuine question!”

Tate loved bottoming for Arlo because it worked for them. Tate got to mouth off and boss him around, and Arlo usually fucked him all the way through it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease Arlo about it.

“He looks like he could throw you around some,” Tate mused. “I can see the appeal. Shit now that you mention it, Nic is just as tall and he has an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. He could throw me around any day,” he continued, until finally, Arlo shut him up with a kiss.

“If you shut the hell up, I might let you watch when the time comes.”

Tate’s mouth went dry. “Shutting up. You’re gonna make me hard.”

Arlo harrumphed. “S’what I thought.”

Yeah, Arlo made him suffer. But as they snuggled up and Tate willed his dick to calm down, he realized he could not be more content.

Chapter 25

WENDY

Wendy woke up needy.

Don’t ask her how she knew, just that as soon as her eyes opened, she wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. Blinking her eyes against the morning light barely bright enough to light the room, she found Tate to her right, turned on his side toward her. He’d been spooning her in sleep, and the residual warmth from him made her tug the cover up, afraid to let it escape.