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Mongrel
My animal was still all kinds of riled when we finally got back to the clubhouse. That was the problem with the Chaos. You were either fighting or fucking, there was no down time. At least, not according to our wolves.
Checking my phone told me it was nearly dinner time, yet the endless night was starting to mess with my head. It wasn’t my first Blood Moon. However, in the intervening years I’d forgotten how much it fucked with life’s natural rhythm.
I tossed down the duffel back I was holding and stretched. My back cracked as I rolled my neck. Damn. All I wanted to do was crawl into my den and find my mate. Maybe pull Sasha inside and see if she was up for some playtime. We wouldn’t have to go all the way to mating if she wasn’t ready but my wolf wanted to be surrounded by her scent.
Excitement rolled through me at the thought of the three of us holed up in our den for the rest of the week. Shutting out everyone and telling the world to go fuck itself. But then I thought of Grimm. My alpha. The one I would wage a war for. And Silver. My perfect mate.
I was a greedy son of a bitch, that was for damn sure, wanting to sequester that feisty little human away all to myself.
If the Goddess was indeed eyeing up a four-way mating—especially with an alpha like Grimm—then it was going to take a delicate touch. One far more subtle than my own. Hopefully my omega mate was up to the task of helping tame our Prez’s wild beast because I sure as shit was out of ideas.
Firstly, my fucking Sasha first would be a kick in the nuts to Grimm. Secondly, it would probably end in a challenge which no one would win and leave broken pieces of our pack scattered in its wake. Thirdly, well—truth be told—I wouldn’t be able to give her up after the Chaos was done anyway.
My feral beast wasn’t looking for a quick fuck and I knew it.
Before Silver, I’d bedded plenty of women. However, that little alpha wasn’t just another piece of tail. Sasha was for keeps. And if she really was Grimm’s mate, as well as mine and Silver’s, then this clusterfuck of a situation was going to take some skillful negotiation.
I hefted the duffel bag back over my shoulder and hiked up the stairs to where our guests had settled. The girls’ things—such as they were—bounced against my back as I took the hallway at a near run. The sooner I dropped off the package, the sooner I could curl up around my mate.
I caught the scent before I even got to my destination. Something mouthwatering was coming from a room opposite the guests’ room. The bag thumped to the ground at my feet. A tantalizing smell crept from underneath the door. It pulled my beast to the surface like nothing else.
I was panting. I needed that scent. Needed it all over my skin.
The room was completely devoid of furniture, ‘cause we’d stolen the mattress for our guests, putting it down on the floor along with another one for their comfort. They preferred to sleep together anyway. However, as Winter had claimed the bathroom in their room, the guests were using this one.
I caught the sight of Sasha’s long black hair cascading down her back as she washed her hands. Her hips swayed in the bathroom as she hummed to herself and washed up.
She didn’t notice me at first, which was fine. I was only lurking for the scent. Like a thief, I was hunting through the strands of it to identify the change. Something had shifted in my absence. Something fundamental.
The warm feminine notes of Sasha were shot through with the spice of male. A very familiar male. Leather and musk and sex. Silver’s scent was all over our woman.
Her hair was casually swept to the side, revealing a dark pink scar—still healing—of her claiming mark. Clear as day on her alabaster skin.
So much for subtle negotiations. Fuck. I should’ve remembered my mate wasn’t the patient sort. Not once he got a snout full of something he wanted.
My cock sprang to attention as images—filthy, beautiful images—danced across my mind. I don’t think I’d even been so hard in my life. Just watching my mate flick water off her fingers and reach out to grab a towel to dry her hands. It was the purest form of porn I’d ever seen.
I had to go. Now. Before I did something stupid. I had to go and collect the brain cells that had just been blasted out the back of my skull.
Stumbling from the room, I crossed back into the hallway and shoved the duffle bag into the hands of the waiting prospect who was watching out for our guests. My dick strained against the front of my jeans so hard I was worried it’d leave an imprint of the zipper on the underside of my cock.
Slamming into my den, I was smacked in the face with the scent of mating. It permeated every inch of my sanctuary and brought me to my knees.
Silver came out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry. I growled from the floor and launched at him. Didn’t even give him a chance to greet me. My animal rode my skin. Hands fisted in his short blond locks, I dragged him to me with a snarl. Our lips crashed together with a force that was jarring. I ripped that fucking towel from his fingers and shoved him back onto the bed.
Fuck.
He hadn’t even changed the sheets. Sasha’s scent was a drug I couldn’t say no to. I didn’t even want to try.
“Need you. Now.”
It wasn’t a question, it was an order. Silver whined in immediate compliance. I tore off my belt and my jeans hit the floor.
“Hard day at the office?” Silver teased. “I like you all worked up.”
Especially over her.
