Page 32 of Doubly Claimed
She knew he was right, felt inside of herself for the bond of their Clan that was tied to the female. Finally, Ginger relented, dismissing the woman who came to greet them.
“Sorry,” Ginger explained. “This is still new to me. What’s your name?”
“It is okay, Alpha fem, newly mated Shifters can be fierce. Forgive me for overstepping. My name is Clarice,” the woman said, carefully keeping her eyes averted.
“Hello Clarice, you can call me Ginger.”
“Yes, Alpha fem.” The woman blushed and stepped aside to continue seeing to the baggage.
Ginger looked to her mates. She’d have to do something about her anger problem. Yikes. That was unexpected, to say the least. And yet, her mates did not seem to mind.
“You’re sexy when you are possessive,” Misha explained, “but Clarice will refer to you by title as is your due. At least, until you and she develop a rapport. She is to be your personal assistant.”
“I need an assistant?” she asked wide-eyed.
“Until you learn the ropes, love,” Ross said, kissing her knuckles. “We can’t be with you every moment and this way, you will always have someone there to help.”
“Is Clarice like my bodyguard?” Ginger frowned, looking over the thin, blonde woman.
“She is a Shifter, sweet,” Misha continued, “and you are far too precious to us to leave unprotected.”
“I see. It is a lot to take in.”
“We know.” Misha frowned. “How can we help make it easier?”
“Let’s go home,” Ginger said, and led the way out of the plane.
Change could be scary. That was a simple truth in life. And if that were the case, Ginger might as well be one of those things that inspired fear. She smirked at her own new growly inner voice. Whatever changes were happening to her, she had Clarice to walk her through it. And even better, she had her men to stand by her side.
But, said that small, terrified part of her, what if you don’t fit in? What if the Clan didn’t like her? A small growl escaped her lips, but it quickly became a moan as one, then her other male dipped their heads for quick, possessive kisses that both centered and calmed her.
“You’re amazing,” Misha growled. “The perfect mate.”
“Yes, you are. And you fit right here, between us,” Ross said.
“Mates,” she sighed happily, allowing her men to hold her on either side.
They were possessive, and a bit grumbly, but they were hers. And, for the first time ever, Ginger knew without a doubt all her dreams had come true.
She’d been doubly claimed. Now, she and her mates had the rest of their lives to look forward to.
“That’s right, mate,” Misha answered her thoughts.
He exchanged a look with Ross, who opened the door to a large, black SUV before turning to face her.
“We know you said you wanted to wait, but we need you to know something...” Her usually happy-go-lucky Elk was serious for a moment and her heart skipped a beat. “No matter what, we love you, Ginger.”
Her heart pounded away inside her chest louder than ever before. Pulse raced, stomach squeezed, and her sex grew slick and warm.
They loved her, and she was so damn happy, she could practically float. Ginger reached up with her hands, one on each of her mates’ faces.
They were so gorgeous, and so sweet. Her heart swelled with love for them back. That new rumbly and growly part of her seemed to quake and purr.
Mates. Yes, she loved them too.
“This is only the beginning, love,” Ross said.
“The beginning of forever,” Misha finished.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Okay, I am ready. Take me home.”