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“With all due respect, Victor. Alpha. If you bounce your leg another goddamn time, I will not be responsible for my actions. Actions that I will carry out with love and respect.”
Fuckboys, shifter or otherwise, had never appealed to Elijah, but he could appreciate the scenery.
Victor showed his teeth in a sharp, feral imitation of a grin, white and perfect in the dim light. He brought his hand up to his mouth, not breaking eye contact as his canine teeth lengthened and pricked the skin on the pad of his thumb. Right. No knife necessary. Elijah exhaled. That should not have been hot.
“Elijah,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “After the way you went at it last night, I thought you and Victor would want to stay in bed for the rest of the day.”
“Lady of Dread and Slaughter, Lady of the East, Female Devourer, Mistress of the Oracle,”
Kade nodded. “Sometimes, if a shifter’s head is so far up their own ass their nose isn’t functioning properly, the people closest to them will notice it before they do.”
“You’re dangerously close to smiling right now. It’s pretty disgusting. I can’t even look at you.”
She’d also been insistent that it was for Victor’s mage, but Elijah didn’t need to know that.
Elijah was fucking perfect. His scent, his magic, his everything. No one was better for his pack, for him. He was such an idiot for trying to keep himself from this. Why deny himself? They were inevitable.
And once they’d defeated this thing, the next item on his to-do list was finding an asshole mage and kicking his ass.

