Lured

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Thursday, I woke to the usual heat of Sean’s body along my spine.

“’Morning, Jem,” he whispered against my hair.

I rolled in search of him. Wrapped in each other’s arms, our hearts beat an unsteady tune, our breaths mingled. “Hey, baby.”

“Sleep well?”

“Hmm-mm.” My lips brushed across the overnight stubble coating his cheek.

His knee nudged between mine until he nestled within my thighs. “Shopping again today?”

“Hmm-mm.” I tugged on his lower lip, my tongue sampling the delicacy of him. The tilt of my hips united me with his erection, and my gasp merged with his soft groan as he entered me with a gentle thrust. “Can’t you come with me?” I whispered. “I miss you when I go alone.”

His fingers caressed the soft flesh of my breast. “I thought you were going with Poppy.” He traced my jaw with his teeth, hovered above my pulse, where he suckled before trailing down my neck to my shoulder.

On a shudder, I tangled my fingers into his hair. “Tomorrow.” My body moved against him as my legs rose to entwine with his. A tilt of my head, and I encouraged his mouth back to my neck.

The journeying of his teeth and tongue sent shivers along my spine. “I’ll speak to Dad, see what he says.” His mouth worked my throbbing flesh.

As I found his throat and did some teasing of my own, his steady rhythm kicked in. His arm snaked beneath my back, holding me to him as he took control. Back arched, eyes connected with his, I gave myself to him. With every thrust, my body trembled, as did his. My fingers grasped his shoulders as though afraid to let go.

With the magic of his body, the heat within me, and his dark eyes brimming with emotion above, he took me over the edge until I cried out, spurred on by the deep growls of his desire.

Sean crumpled against me, breaths ragged. As his heart pounded my chest, our beats synchronised. Our gazes remained locked, moistness invading Sean’s eyes, while a similar dampness misted my own.

“I love you, Jem,” he said.

“I know. Why else would I be here?”

My natural response, one I gave often, always made him smile.

“Okay, you two!” Nathan, Sean’s dad, boomed from downstairs. “Time to get up!”

I groaned.

A sparkle claimed Sean’s eyes. “We’ll get up when breakfast is ready.”

“We’re not your b****y slaves,” Ethan called. “Get your own.”

Sean chuckled, as we hauled our backsides out of bed and pulled open the bedroom door. On the landing, we both turned for the bathroom.

“Sean!”

We twisted toward Nathan—our Alpha—at the bottom of the stairs, where he stood with sternness in his pale blue eyes beneath a dark mop of hair his two sons had inherited.

With a lift of his eyebrows, Sean shrugged as though to say ‘what now?’

“You can shower separately,” Nathan said. “We need to leave the house at some point today.”

A common order from Nathan. He often split us up—although he did have a point. If we stepped into the generous shower cubicle together and lathered the soap up across one another’s body, we’d get side-tracked, everyone would be waiting for us, we wouldn’t care ... they’d get stroppy.

Taking advantage of Sean’s distraction, I spun for the door first.

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