Caught Between Three Billionaire Tycoons - Willa Hart Page 0,49

already. Fuck.

Sometimes talking to the inner bear was like trying to converse with a Neanderthal. He couldn’t understand me, and I sure as hell couldn’t control him.

I went down the stairs slowly, following the scent of Whitney. I had no idea where Zavier or Daire were, and I was in no mood to see them.

Fucking Zavier. Coming to have a ‘man to man’ with me. It shocked me that his bear could consider such a thing. How do three men—powerful men—learn to share one woman?

My bear rumbled in my blood, and I shook my head again. It really would not shut up. I had to make some accord with it. I didn’t know how long I could live like this.

I stood in the lounge room for a moment, thinking about how different this cabin was to my own. It was very spacious but clearly better lived in. I could see evidence of happy memories everywhere. It was giving me a strange feeling, one I couldn’t work out.

I was literally piling frustration on top of worry. I followed the noises in the kitchen, hoping to find something to distract myself with.

What I found when I got there strangled my heart in my chest.

Whitney was standing in the middle of the kitchen. Her long hair was caught at her neck with a velvet tie. She wore her usual soft slacks and a baggy sweater that hid her huge breasts and draped her wide hips.

She had a smear of flour right on the tip of her nose. Her hands were deep in a bowl of creamy dough and she was laughing as Egan threw a pile of chips at his sister and Whitney caught the worst of it. She took a handful of dough and held it high, aiming for Egan’s head.

He howled and ran around the kitchen. Whitney waited for him to circle the table before launching her dough missile, and it smacked Egan right on the cheek.

Adara shrieked in approval, clapping her hands. She was covered in sticky dough and her hands didn’t clap, they squelched. She had butter in her hair and her smile was bigger than I had ever seen it.

Whitney turned to the oven, pulling out a tray of warm cookies. Egan came over and ate three so fast that he seemed to inhale them. Adara took two and took delicate bites out of each one. Whitney took a few for the purposes of taste testing and declared that she needed more information to decide if they were good or not. She swiftly devoured another three.

I watched her lips work on the crumbling, sweet cookie. The way her tongue darted up and brushed crumbs into her mouth. A feeling like pain shot through me, ripping my emotions to shreds.

This is it. This is what I’d always wanted. They looked so happy, so free. I held in a groan of pain as I fought to assimilate this.

I couldn’t leave here. My bear wouldn’t allow it. Now I knew that I would only hurt Whitney and the kids, too. They were having such a good time. They wouldn’t understand. I’d just be mean old daddy, making stupid decisions that they didn’t understand.

Man, I’d stood in that spot a few times. Usually while enforcing bedtimes.

My bear seemed to rise inside me without fury. It was inquisitive and passionate, far calmer than it had been before.

Through the magical smell of butter wedded with sugar, I discerned Whitney’s scent. My bear tickled my arousal instantly.

Whitney was receptive. She might not even know it yet, but she was ready to try again. Not just with me, but all of us.

How would we stop competing for her? If she was willing to try again, that would vanish the second one of us got possessive. We couldn’t scare her. Then it would all be over.

We had to become brothers, all three of us. We had stopped the feud, and that was excellent. But to share one mate, we had to become a family.

This would join the clans. It was not something we should have done without permission of the elders, but Whitney was just too important.

We had to do the blood pact.

I tiptoed away from the kitchen, not wanting to disturb Whitney and the kids. I went out the front door and scented the air. They were in the woodshed.

What was up with Daire and his fucking wood?

I realized I had made a little joke and grinned to myself.

From the sounds of their voices, Zavier was