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Ryah eased back and looked down at Tate s lap. She turned her
head and peeked down at Damon s groin as well.  See, you don t
want me. You can t fake that. She nodded to Damon s groin.  I don t
understand any of this mate stuff, but I m sorry you two were saddled
with one you re not attracted to. I promise I ll keep out of your way
until I can find somewhere to go.
She jumped from the sofa and hurried down the hall to her
bedroom.
The minute Damon s hands lost contact with Ryah, his cock
perked right up again. It currently strained against his zipper,
throbbing and aching like a bitch.
He looked over at Tate and found his mate in a similar condition.
Tate groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. His other hand went
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to the mound in his pants, and he flopped back on the sofa.
 So, who s going to tell her? Damon smirked.
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Chapter Seven
Tate knocked on Ryah s door and waited. Damon stood behind
him, his warm chest pressed against his back. When he didn t receive
an answer, he tried the doorknob, only to find it locked.
 Ryah, please open the door.
He waited for what seemed like forever, but finally, the door
cracked open, and Ryah peeped out.  Can we talk? There are things
you need to know, he pleaded. He couldn t bear for his girl to hurt.
She nodded and stepped back, opening the door wider. He
frowned when he noticed that she wore a tattered, flannel nightgown
at least two sizes too big for her small frame. They were going to have
to go shopping. She deserved better.
She crawled up in bed and settled against the headboard, pulling
the blankets up around her waist.
Tate approached the bed wearily and perched on the side. Damon
followed his lead, moving around the mattress to sit on the other side,
but keeping a respectful distance.  Ryah, first, you need to know we
are very attracted to you. He held up his hand when she opened her
mouth to protest.  Let me explain.
He waited for her to nod, then took a deep breath. She didn t look
as though she believed him. They would have to fix that.  Okay, let
me show you something before I explain.
Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion, but she dipped her
head again. Tate edged up the bed to nestle beside her.  Kiss me
again.
She shook her head quickly, her eyes rounding in disbelief.  Tate,
it s all right if you don t want me, but please don t do this to me. You
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know I want you.  She looked at Damon.  No matter what you are, I
can t help but want you both.
Damon smiled and moved closer to her side, but didn t reach for
her.  Kiss him, Ryah.
She huffed and threw her hands up as if completely exasperated
with the two of them, then pulled Tate to her roughly, attacking his
mouth with such ferocity that he momentarily lost his senses.
Recovering quickly, he wrapped his hands in her hair and took over
the kiss. He rarely pursued the more dominant role in the bedroom
with Damon, but he discovered he liked being in control.
Ryah s tongue plunged into his open mouth, slipping and sliding,
dueling with his. He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, and
plundering the depths of her sweet, warm mouth. Her soft moan
pulled a growl from his throat, and he pushed her back against the
headboard, crawling up her body.
He lost himself in the taste and smell of his mate, totally
forgetting his experiment, forgetting everything. He couldn t
remember why he kissed her, but he never wanted to stop. Ryah felt
hot, soft, pliable beneath his hands, and he needed more of the
curvaceous body undulating beneath him.
Damon cleared his throat, the sound dousing some of Tate s
desire. He released Ryah s mouth reluctantly, and glanced at his other
mate, grinning sheepishly. Damon groaned, reaching down to adjust
his jeans. The lust blazing from his eyes had Tate fighting not to
throw him to the mattress and rip his clothes away.
Ryah appeared a little dazed, her cheeks pink, her lips swollen and
glistening, her hair tasseled from his fingers. She looked like a
debauched angel, and he had never seen anything more delectable.
Then her luscious lips turned down at the corners as her eyes
focused on his zipper.  Okay, so what was that supposed to prove?
She sounded angry. Tate couldn t blame her. He felt damn frustrated
himself.
 Look at Damon, he directed.
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She rolled her eyes but looked at him. Her eyes nearly bugged
from their sockets when she zeroed in on the sizeable lump at his
groin. Seconds later, she shook her head and turned back to Tate,
frowning again.  That could just be from wanting you.
He sighed. God, did she have to be so cynical, so& stubborn?
Sitting back, making sure there was no contact between them, he
looked down at his lap. His erection sprang to life, growing and
swelling inside his jeans.
She gasped in awe.  But& I don t& I mean& oh wow.
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