“Terrifying, isn’t it? But luckily you have me to help guide you through this icky transition,” I tease.
Their house has a massive tree out front that I have always loved. It’s just a normal, average house with a pretty blue door, and I wonder if they will be happy here. I hope they are.
“You aren’t going to help at all, are you?” Kota whines.
I smirk. “Not at all. Meg and I are going to drink mimosas and bet on who comes out the golden child.”
Kota picks me up off my feet and swings me around and around. I squeal and laugh. There’s a part of me that feels the eyes on me. A part that’s cataloging every car, every movement, but I keep it in check, allowing myself to fall into my alphas and their happiness.
“What’s my surprise?”
“Come into the house and find out,” Cyn murmurs.
I’m carried inside, and the door slammed and locked.
I shiver.
They melt away, leaving me alone in the pitch black.
I grin.
“Marco!” I say and bite my lip, my stomach bursting into excited flutters.
“Polo,” a voice whispers in the dark.
Game fucking on.
Dakota
Ican smell her excitement in the air. She’s not using her patches, which is good for me. I move slowly through the house. I can feel my alphas around us, in the air, through the bond. We’ve all dipped into hunting mode. Slipped into it as easily as breathing, but we’ve never played this game before.
I catch movement above us and freeze. The movement freezes. At first, I think she’s somehow on the roof, but then I realise she’s using a mirror to spin out shards of reflective light to hide her movements from us.
“Marco!” I call.
“Polo,” she breathes.
I turn in her direction and pretend to pass her, but instead, I lunge for her. I grab her in my arms. She struggles and kicks back, but I slam her down over our kitchen table, pinning her there.
“You are caught,” I growl.
She huffs a laugh. “Only because I want to be.”
I slide a hand up over the tight shorts she’s wearing and squeeze her ass cheeks. “Fucking hell, Bonnie, I love the way you feel in my hands.”
I grab her around the throat and pull her up, her head falls back against my shoulder, and she pants, her ass pushing into the hard bulge of my cock.
The buttons on my jeans hold me up for a moment, but then I get them undone and shove her panties and shorts down.
“Step out of them,” I whisper.
She steps out of them. I bend and grab them, then disappear into the dark.
“Round two.”
She bolts through the house, moving away from me. I follow leisurely, knowing that someone will catch her.
Vale catches her next; I can hear them fighting. She loses her top and bra, and now she’s naked, running in the house. Dripping her slick everywhere. I love this game. Her arousal is in every molecule of air in the house, an aroma that has my mouth watering and me wanting to lock everything down until we’re free to be ourselves.
