I love the twitches in Zack’s throat as he tips his head up for the kiss, growling when Rickon tries to pull away. Rickon chuckles and deepens the kiss. They’re so fucking gorgeous together.
I whimper and thrust harder.
Zack’s breathing rasps as they finally part. He stares up at Rickon; then the sides of his mouth quirk up. “Ask, Rickon.”
He groans in reply. “Zack, you’re injured. One of us is enough for today.”
Zack’s upper lip draws back, and he rumbles. “Clothes off. Now.”
Alpha dominance spills over us, tangling in my senses, and I throw my head back with a shocked gasp. Zack’s alpha presence has poured out wildly ever since I first met him, but it’s like he understands how to wield it now. And it’s unbelievably sexy.
“I don’t think he wants to take no for an answer,” Callisto says, grinning as he holds the edge of the curtain, trying to both protect our dignity and not watch.
“All right, all right,” Rickon grumbles, his cheeks flushing pink.
Zack flips his head on the pillow, intense gaze transferring to Callisto. I wonder if he’s going to send him away, but after a moment, Zack softens. “Quiet, Cal-ee,” he orders, adding a faint growl that vibrates between my thighs.
I laugh.
Rickon strips down, his body pale under the lights. If a nurse walks in now, they’ll get the view of a lifetime. My first alpha walks confidently over, not seeming to care that Callisto’s watching—his gaze locks on his pack alpha.
I lean to one side as Rickon climbs into the bed and gingerly lies down on Zack’s handcuffed arm. Luckily he’s skinny and can slide right in. He snuggles into his broad side and Zack wriggles his hand around until it rests on the bond mark on his lover’s hip.
Zack closes his eyes and lets out a heartbreaking sigh. Relief pours through the bond, coupled with something far richer. Like love, but grander. Perhaps it’s something only a pack alpha knows how to feel. I’m so caught up in the sensation, I forget what I’m doing, but my alpha reminds me by thrusting up. His face contorts with pain, so I take over again.
With Rickon pressed against us and Zack’s thick cock working through me, and Callisto’s scent joining theirs in the room, I come apart in moments, whining and riding Zack’s dick fast as I crest. It’s been less than a week, but it feels like years, and I take what I need from my alpha.
Zack roars and stiffens, digging his fingers into both of us as he orgasms. Our union’s fast and fiery, just like Zack himself, and so satisfying after time apart and an eternity of worry. I slump,leaning my body weight on the bed rails and Rickon instead of the injured alpha. As I relax, Zack looks up at me, grins, and thrusts again.
I whimper as the knobbed edges of his knot ram up into my drenched pussy with teasing intention. “Zack,” I say breathlessly. “I’m not sure now’s the time—”
My feral ignores my feeble protest, locks his grip around my ass, and wedges his knot inside me in one giant thrust. I whine as heat explodes through me in a second shocking orgasm, gripping Rickon so tight I dent his skin. Uncontrollable shivers race through me, chattering my teeth between panted breaths.
A delighted smile tugs on my mouth, the first in days. We’re stuck together for a while now.
Zack’s determination tells me he hasn’t lost his fighting spirit. He’s every bit our pack alpha, and if anything, prison seems to have matured him. Which is a frightening reminder of how much danger he’s in.
Footsteps patter as a nurse rushes into the room. “Is there a problem? The monitors are going crazy—” She gasps as she catches sight of us. “Good grief, he’s a patient! Now’s not the time for shenanigans.”
“He wouldn’t take no for an answer,” I say with a grin, diving my nose into Zack’s neck.
He smiles, and then a beautiful vibration runs through me as my pack alpha purrs again.
Callisto grabs the discarded blanket and throws it across our snuggled bodies crammed into the hospital bed. “Everything’s fine here,” he says, staring the nurse down.
She huffs under her breath, checks the monitor, and glares at me. “He’s got broken ribs and needs to avoid all strenuous movement.”
“Roger that,” I say, stroking my lover’s chest. “We’ll take it from here.”
Scowling, she spins on her heel and marches away, muttering about patient dignity.
Rickon chuckles. “Claiming your territory, Red?” he asks in a whisper.
I slap him lightly and then sober up. “What happened, Zack? Who attacked you?”
His purring barely pauses. “Prison alphas. Ray order them.”
A jolt runs through me. I lift my head and trade looks with Callisto, dread clutching my throat. “This was his warning.”
