“You knocked him out,” I snorted, managing not to shake with laughter. “You were protective Care Bear last night.”
Finley chose to ignore me, but I knew he loved it. “We’re almost through the season,” he noted, a low hitch in his voice. “Which, weirdly, I’m looking forward to ending.”
Most of us looked forward to the break at the end of the season, but I’d never heard Finley say it before. “Is everything okay?”
He shrugged against my side. “I was just thinking about our road trip next week, and how I really don’t want to leave Emme.”
I’d been shutting that shit in a mental box all week, hoping a solution to skipping our away games would pop up. “I don’t think we can go,” I said, voicing our reality. “I mean, ten days is less than half the time we have left to track the witch.” The problem was, Coach didn’t exactly know about our currentlife or deathsituation, and our excuses to him were wearing thin.
Finley stared into the dark ceiling as Emme stirred. “Coach doesn’t know about the curse,” he murmured, and I wondered if he’d heard my thought through the bond.
He shouldn’t, with Emme blocking, but the occasional one did slip through.
“Makes it hard to come up with a legitimate explanation,” he continued. “I just keep thinking we might be done with hockey, you know? How much longer can we carve out the time and dedication required to play at this level?”
There was a brief pang in my chest at the thought of not being on the team. At not being a Celtic Wolf. It had never been my sanity like it was Finley’s, but I still loved the sport. Love or not, though, I’d giveit up in a heartbeat for Emme. Even with our mate making it clear on multiple occasions she didn’t want that for us.
“It’s a tough call,” I replied, still unsure how I felt. “Either way, the thing with Jewels will be over in a couple of weeks, and I don’t think we should make a life-changing decision yet. Of course, if we don’t destroy her before the deadline…”
“There may be no decision to even make,” Finley noted in a resigned tone.
We had no idea what Jewels planned to do with her power over shifters. Emme believed she hated us, on a true, deep level that would see her destroy us all. How she’d do that was just as unknown, but I got the sense we’d become her mindless army until our usefulness ran out.
“Whatever her plans, I doubt any of them include letting us live our lives in peace,” I said, stroking my fingers down Emme’s arm as she snuggled closer.
Her ass shifted back into me and my dick kicked hard against my boxers. I’d spent a blissful hour eating Emme out last night while she sucked Hunter off, then I’d buried myself in her perfect cunt until she screamed out her release, and still… I wanted more.
It’d never be enough.
Finley groaned and stretched his long legs out, like they were aching. “She might have communication blocked, but, Golden, I can feel your arousal through the bond. Could you tone it down a touch?”
Okay, then, it wasn’t the poor fucker’s legs that ached.
“Not a chance,” I shot back with a laugh. “I’ve got all of her soft curves pressed into me, and I can’t make it through the day without tasting her.”
Emme’s light, husky laughter had every part of my body standing to attention. She turned and brushed her soft hand over my bare chest, and then tripped across to Finley’s, caressing the bear as well. “Morning, Grouchy and Golden,” she murmured, her voice soft. “I was just dreaming about you two.”
Goddess above, she was going to be the death of me.
My cock strained hard against my boxer briefs. I wasn’t surprised it had already popped up over the band to try to get to its mate.
“What were those dreams, darlin’?” Finley murmured, turning into me to reach her, until I was the one sandwiched between them. “Were you spread out between us in the lockers again?” He laced his fingers through Emme’s, their clasped hands resting on my chest.
We might be heterosexual in this pack, but when you shared, body parts touching was unavoidable. I’d recently learned that I was an excellent team player and didn’t have any qualms about sharing her in the bedroom. As long as Emme was the main event, I was an enthusiastic participant.
Just hand me an award for best team player now.
Emme released another burst of laughter and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth, her tongue swiping out for a quick taste. “You’re my best team player, Golden Boy,” she whispered, answering my thoughts. “You should have played football, considering how little you care about balls flying toward your face.”
My snort of laughter was loud enough to finally wake an exhausted Hunter, who reared up in bed like a raging wolf, looking tousled and half asleep. He took in the room first, checking for danger. The stunned, not quite awake expression he wore set all three of us off into belly laughter.
The kind that hurt my face and had my sides aching.
“What the fuck is happening?” Hunter growled, and Emme kept trying to tell him, but couldn’t stop laughing to get the words out.
I managed to say, “Emme was just reminding us about the time I gave you my best assist, and you rewarded me with a black eye via your fucking ball sac?—”
“No!” Emme gasped, slapping her free hand over my mouth. “Don’t scare him away. Hunter doesn’t like his balls slapping anything except my vagina.”
