Much had changed for me, since the night of the Mating Moon.
Vanquish was right.
They weren’t the same men as before the Moon, nor were they the same ones now as they had been that night.
It brought out their aggression, their primal need to mate and breed.
But on days like this where they’d worked at the Border much of the night and came in as the sun was cresting the horizon. Piling into their beds exhausted, then filtering into mine to hold me as the nightmares came, were my favorite.
“I want to make love to you.” Vanquish sat up.
I gave him a look and saw the question on his face. He’s not commanding he’s asking.
“I’d like that.”
“Me too?” Racer asked from behind me.
I gave him a soft smile over my shoulder.
He buried his nose further in my straight blonde hair
