Mated to Four
Phoenix’s voice rose, unexpectedly high-pitched, wavering with an urgency that made me pause.
I froze, the realization hitting me. My fingers lingered on the soft curve of his waist, tracing the smooth line of his skin. And then… I felt it—Phoenix’s chest, the unmistakable softness beneath his shirt. Rocco had been right all along. Phoenix was a girl. Her deep brown eyes, wide with surprise, pulled me in, drawing my face closer to hers. I could feel her trembling under my touch, and instinct urged me to hold her tighter.
Ignoring her faint protests, I leaned in and whispered, “Girl, I love your scent. I’ll remember this moment… so get ready.”