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hadn’t fucked some other woman inside the house recently. That would completely unnerve her.
    She let her gaze roam around the room. It was tidy, but lived in. Comfortable.
    Inviting. The walls were painted a dark brown on two sides, warming the space. The leather couch and two chairs were both the same color of dark brown. Pillows were tossed in the corners of the couch in rich jewel tones.
    On the wall opposite the sofa was an enormous entertainment center, the woodwork amazing. It looked custom made. It held a large flat-screen TV and several gaming and stereo components. It was obvious Keegan spent a lot of time in this room.
    Remotes and game controllers littered the coffee table.
    “Can I get you a drink, Melinda?” Keegan ran a hand down her arm until his fingers lightly gripped hers. He was forever touching her. Every time they made contact, she lost a piece of herself to the claiming. Her heart raced to the point that it seemed to ring in her ears. A tingling spread over her like a jolt of electricity.
    “You have some wine?” Maybe she could relax if she had something to drink. It might calm her nerves.
    Keegan nodded. “Red or white?”
    “White if you have it. Or do you have something on the sweeter side?”
    “Zinfandel?”
    “Perfect.”
    Keegan released her to head for the kitchen area.
    Trace took the same hand Keegan released, making her suck in a breath. She couldn’t catch a break. Every second her sensitivity to the two of them increased.
    “Come. Sit. I know it’s late. Super late. But let’s talk.”
    It was late, past one in the morning. But there was no way in hell she could sleep even if she tried. And neither would either of them.
    Melinda pulled her hand free of Trace and rounded to the living area, choosing an armchair that neither of them could share with her. She sat on her hands on the edge of the seat, her legs bouncing up and down rapidly.
    Trace sat on the couch across from her. “Relax, baby. Please. Your nerves are palpable. Nothing’s going to happen you don’t beg for.”
    His words made her gasp. What a strange way to verbalize their arrangement. Beg?
    She couldn’t imagine begging for anything in this lifetime. It wasn’t her style. She was a strong woman. Confident. Outspoken. And usually on her game. Her ability to perceive things before they happened had followed her all of her life. More of an intuition that was sharp than anything specific. But tonight she was so foggy from the need to mate, she couldn’t discern anything at all.
    She untucked one hand from under her thigh to take the glass of pink wine Keegan handed her as she lifted an eyebrow. “I’m drinking alone?”
    He nodded and took a seat by Trace. “You look like you could use it.”
    She took a long sip. He wasn’t wrong. And both of them had undoubtedly had a few beers earlier in the evening. She’d been unable to enjoy any aspect of the party from the moment Rebecca went into labor.
    The wine was smooth and sweet and went down perfectly. If only it calmed her more… She didn’t drink often, but tonight it seemed to be called for.
    “So, tell us about you.” Trace leaned forward, setting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together.
    “Does it matter? It won’t change anything.” She immediately regretted being so adversarial and winced. “Sorry.”
    “It’s okay, baby.” Trace’s lowered his voice. “No need to apologize. You’re right. It won’t change anything. Even though you and Keegan are obviously going to bump heads in a daily battle over environment versus modern advances. Even though there are still a lot of members of your tribe who would prefer you not mate outside the pack.
    Even though we have ten thousand logistics to work out and we don’t live super close to each other currently…”
    He hesitated, meeting her gaze. “Baby, this is a sure thing. But that doesn’t mean we don’t want to get to know you, make you feel comfortable, take care with your