Tangle of Need

“Hungry?” he asked as she continued to pet him with those little touches that had become integral to his existence.

“Yes, but I’m not ready to go in yet.” When she asked about his day, he told her, listened with ears pricked when she reciprocated.

“Evie wants to go on a double date.” An almost wolfish amusement in her grin.

“What does Tai say?” The difference in his and Sienna’s ages had worried him before they mated, but he no longer felt any guilt over claiming her, not after she’d almost executed herself on the field of battle. The memory always made him incandescent with rage—and certain he’d made the right decision. Who else would be able to handle his smart, headstrong troublemaker?

Now, she laughed in unholy glee. “Tai looks appalled every time she brings it up.”

Hawke was unsurprised at the young soldier’s reaction, but he also understood that sweet Evie, who saw far more than most people realized, and who loved Sienna like a sister, was sending him a message with the joking idea.

The people at Riley’s cabin right now were all high-ranking individuals, an utterly disparate group from Sienna’s circle of friends. That didn’t mean she’d be uncomfortable—his mate wasn’t ever intimidated—but this wouldn’t, he realized, be the same relaxed event for her as it was for him. “Double date’s never going to happen.”

“And I was so looking forward to it.”

He tapped her lightly on the butt, making her dig her nails into his nape. “Careful,” she warned. “I bite, too.”

“I have the marks to prove it.” Pressing his lips to her cheekbone, he lifted his head. “I can’t ever be anything but their alpha, baby.” Those lines could not be blurred.

“I know.” No distress, her voice gentle, affectionate. “I was teasing.”

He considered Evie’s silent message once more. Thought of how many changes Sienna was having to learn to handle in adapting to life as the SnowDancer alpha’s mate. “But,” he said, decision made, “there’s no reason they can’t join us tonight.” They were her friends, her support structure—a structure she’d need more than ever as her responsibilities grew.

No matter what, Hawke had to remain alpha, but with Indigo and Adria here, as well as Sienna, Evie would feel no discomfort. As for Tai, the boy was Judd’s protégé and sometimes trained with Dorian. He’d be fine.

Sienna stilled, looking up at him with eyes gone pure ebony. “Sometimes, you do things that make me fall in love with you all over again.”

His wolf preened. “Yeah? Come show me.”

RIAZ was enjoying himself far more than he would’ve believed possible. Having ended up on the verandah along with everyone else, a beer in hand, he grabbed another one of the little pie things Bastien had brought out.

A female groan sounded just as he was thinking that Mercy’s brother, a financial whiz in real life, could make a serious go of it as a professional chef. “Bas, if I wasn’t already mated, I’d drag you into the woods right now.” Indigo popped the remainder of her samosa into her mouth, leaning into her sister as they sat on the chair swing.

Bastien, perched on the balcony railing beside Drew, Dorian, and Tai, legs hooked around the wooden bars, grinned and took a sip of his own beer.

“Since all of you have the bad luck to be mated or otherwise engaged”—Adria tucked up those long, long legs in the ragged but comfortable armchair she’d claimed—“I guess he’s all mine.”

Several “boos” sounded, with Bastien assuring the women there was more than enough of him to go around. Riaz looked up at Mercy when she perched herself on the arm of his chair. “Your brother always flirt with death?”

“He likes to live on the edge.” Placing her glass of fresh lemonade on a small card table that already held a tray of food, she braced her forearm against his shoulder. “And he knows precisely how far he can push things. Believe it or not, he’s the most well behaved of my brothers.”

“Your poor mother.”

“Uh-huh.”

Riley crooked a finger from where he sat in another armchair. Smiling, Mercy rose in a sinuous movement and sauntered over. “You called?”

Riaz had never seen that teasing look on Riley’s face before. It made him feel … not an intruder, but … family. Pack. As for the woman with the gold-streaked eyes of intense blue-violet whose husky laughter made his wolf prick its ears, he didn’t know who she was to him, but he knew that their molten intimacy in the grass had only temporarily assuaged the flame that burned between them.