He grunted. Shoved deep and held, pulsing heat down her throat. She swallowed because she had no choice, his hand keeping her on him until he was done.
Then he let go and walked out bare-ass naked. A grunt, and he was gone, leaving her still on her knees, catching her breath.
She closed her eyes, deciding whether she could go back to sleep, and Silas groaned behind her. “Was gonna sleep in, damn it.” He cracked one eye at her. “Now I’m up, and I want food more than sex. French toast, bacon, maybe some of your fried potatoes.”
He swung his legs over the bed. “I hear activity downstairs. You might want to do your makeup before you come down.” He gave her an affectionate smile. “Not an order, just a suggestion.”
By the time she reached the kitchen, the air was thick with the scent of coffee, frying bacon, and baking bread.
People were frying meat on the grill outside, and at least a dozen people were sitting on the porch, holding coffee, talking.
Silas was frying bacon, and he had a setup to the side, ready to make French toast.
“Kenny had asked for a few days of privacy.” Boone said from a bar seat at the island. “Not turning people away who needed to come, just asking that they stay in the woods and away from the house Thursday night and Friday.” He glanced at the porch, back to her. “Everyone’s curious. Pack is always welcome on the porch and usually in the kitchen. The coffeepots and grills are available for their use, and plenty are helping themselves this morning.”
He poured her some coffee, added sugar, and pushed it toward her. “You’ll need to add your own milk. How are you feeling this morning?”
She shook her head. “Running through everything that hurts would sound too much like complaining. Plus, if I can hear them, they can hear me.”
Boone’s eyes narrowed, and she said “Sir. I apologize, thank you for not letting me slip.” Her face flamed red with the knowledge at least some of the wolves and other shifters on the porch heard, but it couldn’t be helped.
“There are no secrets in a wolfpack,” Silas said from the stove. “Your scent will give it all away, little fucktoy.” A shrug. “But the acoustics in here mean the sounds in the kitchen rarely make it to the porch, though we can hear what’s going on out there. They’re going to know you’ve fucked us all and will have the idea you submit to us, but they don’t need to know the extent of our power exchange.”
She sighed. “Well then, we’ll just say I feel like an overused fucktoy,every-fucking-where, Sirs.”
He chuckled. “Good. Means we’re doing our job.” He tilted his head. “We should know when it stops working for you, but if we miss the clues, you need to tell us.”
She considered the expectation beneath his words and gave him a hard truth she’d realized the day before. “All of it isn’t going to work for me. I’m here to be what the three of you need. That’s kind of the point, Sir.”
“Okay, but if thenot working for yougets to be an issue, you have to check in with us. Do it outside of power exchange if you can’t word it while being submissive, but you have to tell us — and thatisan order.” Without missing a beat, he asked, “How much French toast do you want?”
The back door opened, and Kenny leaned in to crook a finger at her. She looked at Silas, but Kenny said, “He’s capable of cooking without your help. Bring your coffee and meet some of the pack.”
She told Silas, “A lot, please Sir,” on her way out the door, and then found herself being stared at by dozens of wolves.
A few were probably human, mated to a wolf, but she was literally in the wolf den. Surrounded.
Boone followed her out, walked to an empty table, and sat.
“Everyone, this is Willow,” Kenny said. “You all know I went to the mountains with Silas and Boone, and a landslide made it hard to get home when we planned. She was stuck on the same mountain with us, and we all pooled our resources.”
“Fuck me,” a woman twenty feet away said, sitting at a table with a few other women and no men. “You’re Willow Faulkner, the idiot bitch who ran away from James Winslow’s mega-romantic proposal.”
Boone stood and turned, his face so calm, Willow had a feeling he was beyond pissed. “And you’re being rude, as usual, Misty. While I hope all the way to the bottom of my soul that Willow eventually decides to call this house her home, for now,she is a guest on pack lands, and you owe her recompense. This isn’t how guests are treated.”
Ohfuck. He’d gone straight to…damn. The other wolves on the porch seemed to be as surprised as her, but Misty stood and walked to her, went to her knees in front of her, and said, “I’m sorry. Boone’s right. I’m a bitch, and that isn’t likely to change, but that was out of line, and I would offer to take you out to coffee any day this week. My treat. I’ll spill some tea, let you know a little of how the pack operates.”
“Stand, Misty,” Willow said, using a firm but not unfriendly tone. “I appreciate Boone sticking up for me, but I’m quite capable of handling rude bitches all by myself. Go sit your ass back down with your crew, who are a little mortified on your behalf.”
Willow looked out at the assembled wolves while Misty tucked her metaphorical tail between her legs and returned to her table. “Yeah, I’mthatWillow, and yeah, I went to the mountains to heal. Not nursing a broken heart, just figuring out why I stayed with him so long when he clearly wasn’t the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”
She looked at Kenny, then Boone, then focused on the crowd again. “Silas told me there are no secrets in a pack, that my scent would tell everyone what we’ve been up to, so yeah, I’ve been fucking your top three, andfullyenjoying myself.”
“Well,” a woman nearby said as she stood and walked to her. “I had my reservations about a damned bird, but you have moxie. Welcome to the pack social structure, for as long as this works for you and our top wolves.”
She wrapped Willow in a hug, and after a half-second of stiffness, Willow let the other woman embrace her, and returned the hug.
“I’m June, and I think our pack can use some hawk energy filtering in from on high, and good for you, knowing when to get away and reconnect with nature after a big change.”
