Emily lay between both of her mates.
The room reeked of sweat, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. She was stated and happy, feeling content for the first time since Thanksgiving.
Being with CJ had filled a need in her that she hadn’t known existed, but nothing could compare to being with both of her mates. CJ rolled off the bed and she instantly missed his warm weight pressed against her. She looked up at Vincent and he smiled softly down at her. He brought his fingers up, smoothing her hair out of her face, his fingers tracing over the shell of her ear, moving lower across the bite mark on her neck.
His mate was now his, well, theirs. It didn’t matter to Vincent any longer, as long as he got to be with Emily. The idea of being with CJ as well was starting to grow on him mo
