PAXTON
I’ve been watching my beautiful Pixie for the last hour. I did say hello, but I just got a grunt, so she must be in full zone mode. I notice her hands start to shake while she’s sketching, and then the tears start to fall. I place my empty mug on the table with my phone that I was watching mindless TikTok on, I hit save on her laptop and then pick her up into my lap, once her sketch is finished I throw that to the coffee table too and I hold her as full body shakes rake threw her as she cries, I mumble nonsense into her hair, reminding her that she’s safe and it’s in the past, that she’s loved and wanted her, I catch Trent looking nervous out the corner of my eye and he disappears into the kitchen saying something to Alma about a pick me up, not long after I hear the guys cars pull up and I tilt her chin toward me, kissing away the tears before claiming her mouth when she moans my cocks harden against her plump ass.
“Pixie tells me how to make it better”, I say against her lips in a whisper
“It is! That memory just hurts more than others,” She pecks my lips and then snuggles under my chin.
“I won’t push, but I’m ready when you are! I love you, Pixie,” I whisper the last into her hair as the guys start to file in.
“Love you too, Leigh”, she says as she wipes the last of the tears away on my shirt. Not many people know my Basilisk name, but he told her, and since then, only the thought of her gets me hard.
I have never been with anyone else, the thought has Leigh coiling ready to strike, the fact she told me all about the Hounds when we first met, and I didn’t put two and two together, even after seeing Pops’ bike that she described to the last nut and bolt to me makes me kick myself, I should of realised the link.
JENSON
We walk onto the deck. Quinny hasn’t answered anyone’s texts all day, but Trent let us know that she was okay. As I get outside, my eyes search for her; she’s curled up on Paxton’s lap, and I instantly know she’s been crying. Glancing at the table, I feel the blood drain from my face and double-take at what I’m seeing.
“Shit, fuck, bollocks, Trick, you weren’t meant to see that. I’m sorry,” Quinny shoots forward, closing the laptop and the pad. I look at her and she’s crying again, Paxton is still holding her, but I sit next to them, pulling her towards me and from the pained groan Paxton gives, it's pushing her ass into his cock
“you’re writing you’re life story Quinny, it helps when you sketch things when the words don’t come to you, I just wasn’t expecting to see that face looking at me, you need to have one of us here when your writing that shit, Quinny your bad dreams are finally settling let us be here for you please” she nods her head, and pulls in some shaky breaths.
“I didn’t think it would hit me that hard”, she whispers. Pax is stroking her back, and I can see Ren and Creed twitching, wanting to comfort her. I tilt her chin, giving her a small kiss. There’s a taste of coffee; I’m guessing Pax claimed a kiss, but her sweetness still shines through. I keep it short, but we both burst out laughing when Bram and River put on awful Jamaican accents and started singing ‘Kiss da Girl’ from The Little Mermaid.
“Assholes”, I murmur, which sets Quinny off in a giggle fit. Meh, it's better than tears. She excuses herself, nipping the laptop and pads inside.
“Thanks for being there for her, man,” I say to Pax. I know he’s her mate, too, but still, he gives me a side glance.
“The sketch!” I nod at his words,
“That was the bitch from the cage? But who’s the guy?” Pax asks, but I can tell I don’t have to answer if it’s too hard for me to do so.
“Her husband”, I state coldly. He nods, grabs his phone, pushes a few buttons, and then presses it to his ear.
“Hey Mika, one of the guys from J and Ember's past is a customer, want me and Decon to pick him up? Decon’s just getting the address from the logbook?” My eyes go wide at his words, the thought she could have been that close to me or him to Quinny, his phone beeps.
“I’ll send you the address, see you there,” he hangs up sends another text then looks at my Twin, who just nods then steps in front of me pressing his forehead to mine, our twin link has never been what it was before I was sent away, Ren doesn’t understand why but Sune and I agreed not to reopen it just in case he is affected by our bad dreams. Pax pats my shoulder, and they then head inside. I hear Quinny moan, so I’m guessing she getsgoodbye kisses.
EMBER
“The guy in your sketch, what is he?” Pax asks.
“A badger, why?” Ren directs my chin to look at him.
“He uses the Hounds garage; we’re on our way to take him to meet your father” I close my eyes at Ren's words.
“His wife is a succubus, you’d best call Lily, she can’t influence and can only feed through the act”, I can hear my voice shake at the memory of them. Ren takes my mouth in a commanding kiss; at my moan, he releases me,
“You’re in my arms tonight, Luna” Paxton kisses me while cupping my ass and pressing me against his hard lengths.
“You're mine tomorrow, Pixie”, he nips my ear as he steps away. I watch them head to the garage. Taking a deep breath, I head back out to the deck, then curl up to Trick and feel him relax a little next to me. No one mentions my sketch or where the others have gone. After a while we head to the dining room so they can do their homework, Jace and I get into a debate on best fantasy author, which abruptly stops when Nate tries to join in, which makes him pout like a toddler being told they’re not allowed ice-cream for breakfast, just because he has met most of them in person doesn’t make him an expert.
Trent takes a call partway through dinner and leaves with meals for Dad, Declan, Saint, Ren, Paxton and a few extras; he smiles at me, but it's strained.
I leave the guys and head up to have a soak in the bath, taking a book with me, wanting something easy, I take Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. Apparently, there is a TV series, but I don’t watch TV very often unless it is cheesy Hallmark movies with Elise. She bought me this series when I took an interest in British history, and I did with Dan. This is one I can reread a lot and always pick up something new mentioned between the covers. At some point, I nod off, and thankfully, I dropped the book over the edge of the bath. Trick wakes me up, and the bath water is nearly cold, so I dry off and slip intoone of Trick’s t-shirts and some fluffy socks; these must be from Darby or Bram, as they have dragons on them. I head to Ren’s room while I stick my hair in a loose French braid, knowing that Ren’ll only take it out when he gets home. I snuggle down in the middle of the bed, and as I start to nod off, I hear Trick come in. He tells the Alexa to play a playlist, and then he climbs into bed with me. I didn’t expect him to push me on my back and settle his hips in the cradle of my thighs, resting one forearm beside my head, the other, he runs his palm from just below my ass cheek up the side of my body, pushing my t-shirt out of the way as he goes. The groan when he realised I had no panties on was new, he runs his thumb along the bottom of my breast, my t-shirt is still covering my nipples but my breasts are poking out from underneath, he runs his index finger along the base, hooking his finger underneath as he gets to the end and slowly lifts my top until both of my breasts are exposed, he then rests his hand on my side, his thumb under my boob and his index finger up the side, a tortured groan leaves his throat and he grinds his cock against me trying to make himself more comfortable. He hooks my legs around his hips and presses fully against me, making me moan, as he starts to run a finger around my nipple. My hips involuntarily start to rock against him, he pecks a kiss on my lips, I whimper at the shortness of it, then he presses a similar peck to the tip of my needy left bud.
“I’m not ready to fully bond, but I need my claim on your perfect body” his voice sounds desperate his hips keep losing rhythm trying to keep a slow pace I drop one foot, pressing it to the bed I roll us so he’s on his back and I’m straddling him, I roll my hips faster chasing what I feel we both need before sealing my lips on his, both swallowing each other’s moans, tearing my lips from his, feeling how close I am, I arch up so my left breast is over his mouth, I start to circle my hips making myself gasp and the new sensation.
“Can I mark you too?” I pant, my climax getting so close I can almost taste it, Trick growls something in Japanese that I don’t catch as he shifts his snout, sinking his small, sharp teeth intomy breast, circling my nipple, rolling his tongue around the mark and flicking my nipple at the same time. My nipple slips from his mouth with an audible pop.
