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pump into me, his pace slowing.

Blood tainted the air from our mating mark, but an overall sense of relief flowed through our connection. I could feel his desire and contentment like it was my own. Holy hell.

“Colette,” he whispered softly. His voice sounded shocked and emotional. “I know this sounds crazy but I think I’m falling in love with... fuck I think I already am in love with you.”

Tears sprung in my eyes as he rolled me, adoration filling his face as I smiled. “I know this is so new, but... Dylan, ever since that night, you’ve become so important to me. I feel like you’ve been in my life forever and for the first time you made me feel like I was being heard for once--”

“Colette, baby--”

“No, I’m serious, Dylan. No one has ever made me laugh or smile as much as you have. I am falling for you big time. I have never felt as strongly towards anyone as I do towards you three. I love you. I know it’s way too soon, but everything inside of me is instinctually telling me that it's true--”

His lips collided with mine as I moaned against him, finally feeling like I could relax. Dylan Graves was absolutely mine. I was falling hard for my mates and I could only hope the other two felt the same way.

13

Luca Graves

I had known the moment that my brother and Colette officially mated. It helped that she’d come back with mud on her skin, a relaxed, sated smile, and a savage bite on her shoulder. She’d fallen asleep, after a shower, almost immediately between me and Hunter.

Dylan decided to take a night shift considering shit had accelerated with the unmarked vehicle assholes. It scared the shit out of me that they’d been so damn close to those assholes today.

I had told the men to confront them last night, but they’d not shown up again. No one had seen a trace of them, so this Saturday morning I was on edge, to say the least. I was trying to distract myself and it was actually fairly easy considering I loved watching Colette work in her element.

The open house we’d decided to hold for the studio? An absolute success. I recognized a lot of the families from our pack, but there were others as well. I sat at one of the sign up tables to gauge interest, Dylan sitting next to me, and both of us staring stupidly at our beautiful mate. I wasn’t positive if I had drool coming out of my mouth or not, but if I didn’t, it was only a matter of time.

This morning Colette’s hair was pulled up into a tight bun and her body was dressed in a leotard, tights, and insulated warm up pants, as she called them. She looked like a music box ballerina. It suited her perfectly. That was the only way I could describe it.

Lena stood next to her translating the sign language she was using, which was amusing because I knew they could have done it mentally but that would have been hard to explain. It was a fantastic event and the only thing that soiled it was that she wasn’t in my arms… well, that and all the men looking at her but I had a feeling that would be impossible to avoid.

Colette hadn’t bothered covering up her mating mark despite it being bruised and looking like an extreme hickey, choosing to wear it like a badge. My wolf was somewhat pissed that it wasn’t our mark but it still kept any male shifters away which made me exceptionally happy.

Dylan sat next to me, looking beyond pleased, while humming a tune under his breath. Something I should have found annoying, but truth be told I was glad he was so happy.

I tilted my head in thought as something occurred to me.

“Did you talk about protection?” I asked curiously, talking as quietly as I could, happy there was music on.

Dylan nodded and spoke quietly. “Neither of us wanted anything between us, I was absolutely not going to try to persuade her differently.”

My smile grew. Good. That was perfect with me. I wasn’t positive if she was on birth control or not but if she was then we could have that conversation and if she wasn’t then let nature take its course, right?

This was becoming past the point of possessiveness, rather it felt like my natural instincts, ones I repressed for so long, were forcing themselves to