by Marie Harte
Astonishingly, his dark brown eyes shone with the glint of tears.
Kate leaned down to kiss him. “It’ll be all right, Jesse. As long as I have you and Logan by my side.”
“Um, about that.”
They both looked up to see Logan looking a bit uncomfortable.
“I don’t think Jesse can handle too many more surprises,” Kate said, amused and nervous at what he might have to say.
“Well, you know how Diana promised to add another Ravager to her pack since she took Sean, a human, as mate?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, Jesse and I are two, Kate. You’re gonna eventually take another mate, maybe even two, right?”
Kate blinked. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Jesse moaned.
“Stop being such a pussy,” Logan barked.
Kate and Jesse stared at him in surprise.
The easygoing Ravager wasn’t joking. He looked seriously annoyed with Jesse. “You trust her and you trust me. Now it’s time to start trusting yourself. I’ve known you for more than half my life. You’re solid, Jesse.” Logan gripped Jesse’s hand hard. “You’re not abusive, cruel or rough—unless we’re asking for it.”
Kate couldn’t help a grin.
“And this kid is going to need you as much he’s going to need me and Kate. You know what a pack entails. Two males for one female isn’t going to cut it.” Logan considered Kate for a moment. “With her appetite, and mine, I’m thinking we’ll probably need at least two more before we’re finally complete.”
“Fuck.” Jesse grimaced. “You think they’re all going to want to talk about love and all this emotional garbage? If we have to, maybe we could find a couple who act like real men.”
“Dickhead.” Logan socked him in the gut, and Jesse coughed. “What he’s trying to say, Kate, is that we’re both here for you. No matter what.”
Jesse sighed. “What he said.”
Kate glared down at him, aware he was putting effort into not smiling. “You done freaking out now?”
He sat up. “I’m a little weirded out about the whole breeding thing, but I’ll adjust. And as far as more mates, maybe we could wait a bit for us to really gel, you know?”
Logan gave him a disgruntled smack. “I wasn’t talking about grabbing new ones tomorrow, asshole. I just meant our future is always going to be changing. So you need to learn how to deal now. And you act like I’m the one needing protection.”
Kate glanced between them, aware of their guers so finely in tune with one another that they started to feel like one Ravager. And then that love turned her way, and she felt so close to them she knew she’d never forget the beauty of the moment.
Not Jesse’s panic attack. Not the dirty porch floor on which they sat, or the threat of Watchers in what should have been Savage Clan woods. But the sense that with her mates by her side, they would always conquer the obstacles life had to offer.
Jesse and Logan smiled at her and placed their hands on her belly. She covered their hands with hers and held on tight. She might have claimed them, but they’d claimed her right back. The perfect beginning for her brand new life.
“Now get your candy asses up off the ground and satisfy my needs,” she demanded, laughing when Logan yanked her to her feet and hugged her.
“Demanding thing, aren’t you?” Jesse said with a smirk. “Time to try out a few of my fantasies.”
Kate clearly recalled his mention of a flogger and restraints. “I feel like I’ve already lived through that once.”
Jesse wiggled his brows and Logan laughed.
Kate grinned. “Fine, but this time, you get the clamps, and Logan wears the gag.”
Logan’s smile turned into a frown. “Now wait just a minute—”
Jesse pulled her away from Logan and leered at him. “I can handle that. I like the way you think, mate.” He kissed Kate with love. “I really, really do.”
About the Author
Marie Harte is a professed bibliophile with an addiction to romance. She’s fond of things that go bump in the night, especially if they happen to be tall, dark and handsome. Life has given her some interesting insights into the male mind. After majoring in English, she spent several years in the Marine Corps, followed by stints in information technology, logistics and the transportation fields. And yes, herding cats is easier then trying to manage truck drivers.
Now a wife, writer and crazy woman with children, she spends most of her time bugging her kids to do their homework while typing with a mad zeal to make deadlines. She’s a multi-published and bestselling author of erotic romance who’s obsessed with email, so feel free to drop her a line.
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