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“But…” My mouth worked, but no words came out. “I can’t think of anything else,” I finished.

His chest shook with laughter. “I know, Alec. You do most of your thinking with your cock.”

“Says the male with his dick lodged in my arse.” My beast stirred more forcefully, itching for a fight. Its emotions rose hot in my mind. First he denied us for days on end, now he called us a manwhore?

Okay, so maybe the last part was justified. But he had a lot of nerve saying it, given he was the direct beneficiary of my sex drive. I went to slide off his lap, but he grabbed my thigh.

“Hold on.” He moved his hand to my jaw and leaned up to capture my mouth. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine.

I held still, making him work for it. “You love my cock,” I muttered defensively.

His soft laugh was warm on my chin. “I absolutely do.” He drew back so he could look at me. “But I love you more.”

I gave in with a sigh, letting him apologize with a slow, thorough kiss. When we drew apart at last, I could see the tiny flames of my beast reflected in his pupils.

He smiled. “I have an idea.”

Chapter Twelve

CHLOE

If I continued eating Alec’s food, I was going to get fat. Already, my pants fit more snugly.

But I knew refusing meals was a surefire way to make two dragons appear in my room.

Plus, Alec’s cooking was to die for. Surprise, surprise, the same man who made meeracle toast prepared food worthy of a Michelin star.

Of course, he’d had lots of time to practice. Because he was three hundred years old.

That was just one of the realities I’d grappled with over the past four days…or was it five? I sighed and settled deeper into the featherbed in my princess room. Anyone viewing my situation from the outside would probably call me an idiot for being hesitant about Alec and Lachlan. They were rich, handsome, and exceptionally skilled in bed. They said fate had brought us together. They wanted to spend forever with me.

What more could a girl ask for? That level of commitment was hard to come by.

But that was exactly what gave me pause. They claimed they just knew I was theirs. That there could be no mistake. That fate never screwed up.

Except I didn’t feel that same level of knowing. Worse, I’d thought Josh was my soulmate. Until a week ago, I believed with all my heart that Josh Bennington was the love of my life.

I clenched my jaw. A couple well-meaning friends had texted the news of his engagement. Hopefully Clarissa had better luck than I did. Honestly, though? She and Josh deserved each other, and I was happy I hadn’t married someone capable of dumping one woman and announcing his engagement to another within the same week.

But wouldn’t committing to Alec and Lachlan right now be the same thing? How could I go from newly single to an eternal relationship with two men in the space of five days? And not just any men. Two dragons who also happened to possess magical powers they inherited from other Firstborn Races. Hell, five days ago I’d never heard of the Firstborn Races. Now I was supposed to live in their world? A world that, according to Alec, was inherently dangerous for me simply because fate had chosen dragons as my mates.

On the other hand, the dragons in question were breathtakingly gorgeous—and they had twice now given me sex so mind-blowing I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every night since I’d locked myself in my room, I’d woken wet and writhing, lust riding me so hard I’d had to bury my face in my pillow so I could satisfy myself without waking the guys.

But my hand was a poor substitute for their cocks and mouths. Their fingers and tongues…

I lifted onto my elbow and punched at my pillow, fluffing it higher. Then I collapsed with a sigh. If I didn’t figure things out soon, I was going to end up bursting from my bedroom and begging them to—

The door clicked, and Lachlan walked in. Six feet four inches of Highland Scot in, oh God, he was wearing a kilt. My gaze fixed on the blue and green pleated fabric, which fell to his knees. Sexy knees. How had I never noticed how sexy his knees were?

“Lass?”

I dragged my gaze up. “Yes?” My voice emerged as a hoarse croak, and I quickly cleared my throat. “I mean, yes?”

He crossed the room, and my mouth watered as the kilt swung around his legs. “I hope you don’t mind me coming in. Alec and I have been worried.” He stopped about a foot away, his broad shoulders filling my vision. He wore a blue fisherman’s sweater, and his dark hair was tousled.

I sat up, absurdly grateful I’d taken a long shower and spent extra time on my hair and makeup.

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “You always look beautiful.”