The Alpha Brothers’ Mate
I whispered, though my protest was weak, my body already leaning into him again.
A soft moan escaped my lips as his thumb traced the curve of my jaw, tilting my face up for another kiss. “The others are right there, and Nova’s going through so much. We can’t—”
His chuckle was dark, vibrating through his chest. “Let them wait a minute. Thorne’s probably already plotting to join us anyway.” He kissed me again, slower this time, his tongue teasing mine in a way that made my knees weaken. I melted further, my hands gripping his shirt, feeling the hard muscles beneath. The bond pulsed, a reminder of how perfectly we fit, how Ronan’s steady strength and Thorne’s playful energy completed the circle