“King has to tell his daughter about us packing. And probably spill about how long we’ve been together.”
King laughs so loudly and suddenly that I squeak when I jump. “Bullshit, Tris has to tell her best friends how long she’s been hitting on Raney’s old man.”
Steel pulls a face. “She doesn’t know about you two? Jesus, that’s rough.”
“And yet I seem to remember being someone’s secret. So recently too.” Maverick scowls at Steel, who blazes red. Not in shame or embarrassment, any time these two look at each other they ignite. How anyone missed their attraction astounds me.
King laughs abruptly at Steel being so called out, but also how he doesn’t seem to care one bit. “Anyway, now you’re packed with my Omega, you’ll be coming with us.”
“Or not.” Steel smirks at the same time Maverick pounces in some move that he clearly learnt in the cage, or on a porn site. They wrestle around, fighting each other and my pillows go flying before King loses his patience and nabs me from my nest, ruining my ogling. But I guess he does keep me safe.
Tyson follows, and the three of us sit in front of the fire talking about ways to keep our pack safe which essentially revolves around Rex being killed, until the noise of Mav and Steel starting to fuck has me undressing and going to join them.
Chapter
Forty-Two
MAVERICK
“Stop,” I whisper against Steel’s hand over my mouth.
Bad habits had us trying to make out quietly while the others were talking, or it was because there’s a thrill being caught. Now with Tristan here though it changes our dynamics.
She’s quiet as she moves closer, except to me Tristan’s presence is and always has been so loud and vibrant. She is also a fucking little minx. A naked little minx in the fucking middle of a snowstorm.
“Where are your clothes?” I growl when she crawls closer.
“Where are yours? Actually, perhaps the better question is, where is Steel?”
I lift the blanket so she can see him between my legs, evidence of him sucking my dick is all over his face.
“Can I watch?” Her eyes flash black with desire, so quickly it makes my head spin.
“Do you know how many times you said that during your heat? And for the record you watch with your whole body, not just your eyes.”
“Me??” She feigns innocence.
Behind us the door to the room closes, and the three of us stop talking and stop moving until we realise it’s just us alone.
“Get in here, shorty,” I growl.
But the other thing I’ve come to realise about Tristan is she only listens when it suits her. Instead of stopping near me, she dives under the covers whispering with Steel while her fingers play with his nipple ring, like she does every time she sees it.
A moment later the two of them are pushing me onto my back and straddling my face. It’s awkward as fuck, Tristan is under Steel, Steel’s cock is hanging through the space of her legs, but I catch on quick what their intention is when they both fall forward over me, taking turns to suck my dick and lick my knot.
I return the favour, alternating between licking Tristan’s pussy before sucking on Steel so hard he swears loudly. But each time I change my attention to the other one, they do too, and I can tell who’s swallowing my cock each time. And it takes no time at all until the three of us are chasing even more of each other.
“I seriously do want to watch,” she whispers. But like always, Tristan essentially only has one volume.
“I’ve got a better idea,” I growl, rolling away from them and their teasing mouths. I move fast, probably faster than Tris has seen me move, and I have Steel pinned under me. “I’m going to fuck Steel’s ass while he fucks yours.”
Tristan’s eyes go huge for a second or two until she explodes. “Shut the fuck up!” She is up on her hands and knees waiting before she disappears from view. “First I have to see you work him with your tip.”
“Tristan, I thought I was your favourite.” Steel moans, as I start teasing him exactly how she suggests, and she’s very good at giving instructions. I hold him down with my hands on his hips but hover just off his body so I show her each and every time my cock breaches his tight hole.
“Nah, we’re working on things, remember?” she retorts without looking at him.
“Best fucking work in progress I’ve ever seen, aren’t ya?”
