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“To the fallen,” my pack echoed and we drank.
Shooting the room at large a wicked grin, I raised my voice over the excited chatter.
“Now, if you were one of those lucky bastards blessed by the Blood Moon Goddess, I suggest you grab your mates and kiss them senseless. And the rest of you better get busy. Only a year of bad behavior left before you might find yourself—as our Enforcer likes to call it—grabbed by the balls.”
Sasha’s heart was full as I cupped her cheeks and proceeded to do just that. Then—before my asshole of a wolf could ruin the moment—I handed her straight off into the willing arms of her omega and beta. I watched hungrily as my burning comet blazed all the brighter, enclosed in the breathless sandwich of her lovers, leaving me more than a little hot under the collar.
Yes, my wolf and I would do absolutely anything for my Goddess-touched mate. I hoped she caught on to that fact sooner than later. And demanded her due.
57
SMEXY BATHTIME
Sasha
My wolf was resting easy while the party was in full swing in the clubhouse below. Our hybrid pack was busy celebrating the blessings of the Chaos and the downfall of our nemesis. And, boy, did the Soul Reapers know how to celebrate.
The grog had been flowing, the food had been delicious, and the manners had been kept firmly in check. Grimm and I had made it crystal clear that hands and paws were not to wander unless expressly invited to do so.
The sounds of whoops and hollers as our packmates and friends spurred each other on while playing pool and darts—or, in Carbon’s case, daggers—warmed my heart. Benji and Talia had settled in a corner booth with Winter to watch the proceedings. I was surprised she and Carbon had decided to stay but I was glad to see her making the effort.
As soon as Grimm had been distracted talking shop and Silver was busy whispering filthy nothings into Mongrel’s ear, I’d made my stealthy getaway.
A friendly game of strip poker had started up center stage. I already knew Addy would fleece those boys out of every piece of clothing and dignity they owned while the MC boys lapped up the attention so I’d flagged Talia and Benji with Addy’s imminent extraction. The girl would be pissed with me in the morning but I could take the heat.
As I had plenty of dick on tap these days, I had no urge to see the rest of our MC in their jollies. Honestly, I got enough of an eyeful when we went out for pack runs. As a former human, all that nakedness took some getting used to.
My wolf's ears pricked up and she let out a sweet whine and a tail thump, informing me that my mates approached.
Perfect.
I bit my bottom lip, delighted to feel Silver with Mongrel in lock step, stalking my way. Of course my omega had noticed I’d slipped away first. Grimm would’ve been too busy with club business while Mongrel played his constant shadow. Silver and Mongrel may have been mated, but Mongrel and Grimm were thick as thieves. Brothers of the soul, as well as the cut.
That’s why I knew, in my heart of hearts, this was all going to work out.
It was only a matter of time before I coaxed all three into my den at the same time but I was getting impatient. It was time to give nature a little kick up the pants. And tonight, I’d decided, was my three mates’ lucky night.
I took a quick snap from up high, letting my raven-black hair rain down my naked back and spill over my shoulder to mostly cover my bare breasts. My other hand trailed invitingly in a downward motion offscreen. I sent the image as a group text.
ME: I need you. ALL of you. Now. [happy snap]
There. It was done.
Letting out a shaky breath, I turned off the taps and stepped into the warm water. I really, really wanted Grimm to play well with the others tonight. But if he didn’t, he was gonna be kicked out of his own damn bedroom. I wasn’t going to let him keep hurting my omega like this.
An electric zing lanced through the mating bond when Grimm read the text. My alpha’s lust rolled through me in a tempestuous wave, immediately echoed and crested by my beta and omega. I didn’t know if Silver and Mongrel had even seen the message yet, but I could feel them pick up their pace in response to my need.
The question was, would my alpha take the bait?
I wasn’t pushing my most dominant mate just to torture him. Since our explosive mating, the four of us had fallen into an either-or pattern which was starting to wear thin. Hence, Grimm and Silver’s constant bickering.
Truth be told, at first I had luxuriated in my passionate liaisons with my alpha mate. When he was with me, the world around us ceased to exist. Sometimes it felt as though we needled one another just so we could have an excuse for another round of make-up sex. Which was off the charts.
Seriously, Grimm had turned angry fucking into an art form.
Plus, it was intoxicating. That feeling of being someone’s entire world. Having our alpha’s undivided attention settled my wolf when she was feeling antsy. However somewhere along the way, the natural division of our time and affection had changed, and the friendly banter between Grimm and Silver had become more combative. Now the two of them went at it like old ladies. And I was starting to feel like a ping-pong ball being lobbed back and forth.
While Mongrel and Grimm understood each other’s dominance and their wolves’ instinctive need to keep me all to themselves, my sweet omega was struggling. Being the most sensitive, he was trying to accommodate everyone’s needs while subverting his own, and he covered the hurt this was causing by goading a reaction out of his alpha.
