“We could just kill them ourselves,” I suggested, regretting the words the moment they left my mouth. I didn’t want to risk my pack by going up against them alone; they’d almost killed Kellan last time.
“That’s plan B,” Hunter assured me, and I choked down my concern. “It would be cleaner all around if the council dealt with the issue, but if they delay any longer, not only will I rain hell down on all of them, but I’ll also take matters into our pack’s hands. Now that Kellan’s safe, we can give our enemies the focus they deserve.”
Experience and instinct told me that being the sole focus of a pissed-off Hunter Reeves was not good for your health.
He reached the edge of the forest, the cityscape coming into view on the horizon. There was a tugging sensation in my chest, followed by a tingle along Kellan’s bite, a moment before his Bugatti roared into view.
“Well, well,” he said as he opened his door and popped his head out. “Aren’t you two a sight. What happened? Did you get dragged backwards through the forest?”
Hunter set me on my feet in a patch cleared of snow, and Kellan leapt from the car to sweep me into his arms. “I’m genuinely worried,” I said around a burst of semi-hysterical laughter, “that I might forget how to walk. You two barely let my feet touch the ground.”
“What sort of mates would we be if we let your feet get cold?” Kellan appeared aghast at the very thought. “I’ve already got the heater blasting for you, pretty mate. Let’s get you warm.”
He walked to the passenger side, and when I expected him to place me in the chair, he slid in and took a few seconds to adjust me onto his lap. When the door closed, the warmth surrounded us, and I sank bonelessly against Kellan.
A few minutes later, Hunter slid into the driver’s side, and I realized why I was in Kellan’s lap: this was the only way the three of us would fit in here.
Hunter dropped our clothes into the back and closed the door, sealing us in the warm interior.
He reversed out fast, and Kellan wrapped his arms tighter around me. The fact that two out of the three of us were completely naked, not to mention covered in mud andother bodily fluids,should have felt weird, but it was all serenity as the powerful car ate up the road.
The Bugatti’s power wasalmostas good as sex.Now that I’d been with these alphas, I knew there was nothing that could compare to sex, not any longer. Not even the sweet sound of a powerful engine.
When Hunter pulled into the garage, I was able to walk on my own two feet all the way up to my room, where Kellan and Hunter ensured I was thoroughly clean before the three of us crawled into bed for some much-needed reprieve from our exhaustion. Getting hunted, and then fucked and claimed against a tree, really took it out of a shifter.
Goddess be damned, what a fucking great night.
Sleep took me under fast, nestled between two naked alphas. It was hard to believe how comfortable I now felt with them. I could barely remember my life before they came into it, and the parts I could remember… I didn’t want to.
It felt like I’d been asleep for two seconds when a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. With a gasp, I jerked up in the bed, knocking Hunter’s arm off my stomach. Blinking to clear my vision, the heavy fatigue passed as I panicked, but my racing pulse eased when I noticed Slade at the end of the bed. He took me in fully, and until his eyes darkened, I’d forgotten I was naked.
“Get dressed,” he told me shortly. “We have training.”
“We have training?” I repeated mindlessly. “Wait, we have?—?”
“Training, yes,” he shot back. “You have five minutes to get ready, or you’ll be tested wearing what you have on.”
His expression remained neutral as he strode from the room, and I let out a long sigh.
Hunter ran his hand down my spine and murmured. “You want me to interfere?”
“No, it’s okay,” I replied, shaking my head as I leaned down to kiss his cheek. “You go back to sleep; I’ll see what this training is all about.”
Kellan rolled closer and ran his hand over my side. “I’ll be there in a couple of hours, Shortcake,” he mumbled, voice filled with a delicious rasp. “But Slade’s got you first.”
Great. What could possibly go wrong with that scenario?
Kissing them both, and feeling a little annoyed at leaving two rumpled, gorgeous alphas in my bed, I rolled over the top of Hunter and dragged myself into my wardrobe. Grabbing the first workout gear I could find, I was relieved to see it was all black. Saved me trying to co-ordinate colors when half asleep.
In the bathroom I peed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face, before tying my long hair back in a braid. Whatever thistrainingentailed, keeping my hair off my face felt like the right move.
No doubt Slade was going to kick my ass and make no apologies for it.
He had seemed extra short with me as he growled over the end of my bed—Wait…
A few more cylinders of my brain came online, and I was reminded of what else had happened yesterday. Before the club and the mating.The prank. I’d left Slade’sgiftsto be discovered last night, and now he was here demanding I train with him.Oh. Shit.
Could training be code fortaking me back out to the woods for another hunt?
