She forgot that this was still mating season.
The males were still sexually active. They were just doing a very good job of controlling their sexual urges.
The days leading up to the "Grand Gala", as Torian insisted on calling it, were filled with activity, screaming toddlers, and nights that left Roxy breathless and aching in the best possible way.
Since the decision to host the party, the competitive streak in her mates had escalated from mildly annoying to insatiable.
She could blame it on the mating season.
Or on her for opening her legs for them.
Kaelen had taken her one afternoon while the triplets napped, claiming he needed to mark her. The result was a fresh, wolf tattoo on the junction of her neck and shoulder, his own mating mark that screamed Mine to anyone who looked at her.
