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Chapter thirty

PUMA

This is perfect. Better than expected, better than anything I thought was possible. There was doubt in the beginning, a quiet, gnawing fear that the dynamic would feel off, that the pieces wouldn’t fit the way we needed them to. That this was all just a reckless gamble, bodies and emotions thrown together, hoping for something that might not hold. But fuck, it works.

Sofie is where she belongs, curled up between the twins, cherished in the way she’s always deserved, their arms locked around her like she’s something fragile but unbreakable. And Violet is here, pressed between me and Gray, tucked into my chest, her breathing slow and steady, the rise and fall of her chest telling me how real this moment is.

I trace lazy paths over the curve of her hip, the warmth of her skin beneath my touch a quiet reassurance. The three of us didn’t even bother getting dressed after we dried off and I carried Violet to bed and I’m glad we didn’t. Feeling her against me like this, her breasts dragging against my chest, my cock firm against her leg, brushing the apex of her thighs ever so often is giving me thoughts I shouldn’t entertain. She’s tired and worn out, no doubt sore.

So, I drape my arm over her hip, my hand resting on Gray’s waist. He meets my gaze over her head, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. This feels like I have everything I’ve been seeking, almost as if we’ve been waiting for Sofie and Violet since we came together as a pack.

Gray lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers playing with Violet’s hair. “She’s going to be pissed when she finds out how deep the art shit is,” Gray mutters. “Pretty sure she’s going to try and murder Xavier or some bullshit.”

“Probably.” I chuckle, the warmth of Gray’s skin still under my palm, the contact steady, familiar. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless.”

Violet stirs slightly, a small grumble slipping past her lips, her fingers twitching against my arm before tightening, holding me in place. “Shut up,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

Gray chuckles, amusement curling around the edges of his words. “Go to sleep, princess.”

Another groan comes from her, muffled against my skin, a soft threat that carries no real bite. “If you two don’t stop talking, I’m sleeping in the other room.”

Gray and I exchange a glance, a silent conversation in the space of a second. A challenge. A dare. Gray smirks first, shifting closer, lowering his voice, teasing in the way only he can be. “But princess,” he murmurs, lips just near her ear, words dipped in something smug and playful, “you’re so warm right here.”

A huff of frustration falls from her lips, more exasperation than actual annoyance, but I feel the way her body relaxes, the way she gives in just a little more, the way she sinks further into the space between us. Her sharp jasmine scent sweetens and I know that I’ve got her pegged.

“If you hadn’t just experienced Sofie’s heat, I would be sinking into you right now, love.” She wiggles against me, obviously loving that thought. “Ah, you’re a temptress, aren’t you? Don’t do that. You’re sore and I don’t want to hurt you.”

She lets out a little noise, Gray nibbling on her ear. “Stop. Both of you. No more talking, nibbling, teasing. I am sore and fucking me again is not going to make it better!” The playfulness in her tone is easy to hear, drawing a chuckle from me.

“Ah, but, temptress, I wasn’t going to be so barbaric as I fuck you. It would be loving, sweet . I would have you crying out, needy for more—”

She lightly slaps my chest. “One more word and you’re sleeping on the couch.”

I clamp my lips shut, not willing to test it. Besides, having Violet in my arms is everything I need.