I ignore him and focus on Laz, waiting for him to acknowledge my request and agree to it.
He dips his chin, giving me the go-ahead.
Yet I take great pleasure in saying, “Words, Laz. I expect words.”
He glares at me. “Iconsentto your choice,” he tells me through his teeth.
“Good boy.” I pat him on the ass and roll out of the nest before he can grab me.
His growl makes my cock throb with anticipation.
Hehatesto bottom.
Which is why I add, “And I’m taking your ass later. Since you offered it so sweetly.”
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, Johan.”
“Not anytime soon, since you and Noah are currently stuck inside our omega. Try to play nice while I go make some calls, hmm?”
I start to leave when I notice my laptop on the nightstand.
The laptop Lark commandeered.
Hmm. It would be much easier to just use that to send a note to Giovanni.
So I flip it open and start working my way through her login screens—all of which she’s cleverly redone.
For fun, I add a few layers of my own, knowing that she’s going to be pissed when she’s aware enough to play on this laptop again.
My dick hardens as I think about her growling in response to my antics.
We’re going to have a lifetime of playing in this manner, and I can’t fucking wait.
She moans on the bed, the two men starting to play with her once more while I work.
It’s hot and fuels me to type faster.
Your sister is going into heat, so we need to postpone our meeting. We’ll be in touch in eight days or so. Just know that she’s in good hands, Giovanni. You’re going to have to learn how to trust us… now that we’re family and all. I’d show you the claim marks, but they’re in places you don’t want to see. Speak soon. —Johan
I send the message with a tap of my finger, aware that it’s coming through from Lark’s phone number.
Dots appear within seconds.
But I don’t bother to wait for his reply.
Instead, I fire off instructions to some of our crew, ensuring the compound is well armed and protected in case Giovanni decides to go on a suicide mission.
Then I rejoin my pack in the nest.
Where Lark is already being prepared to take me.
Noah says he wants to be in her pussy while I take her ass.
I tell him he can be wherever he wants, then settle behind her and lean down to finish preparing her with my own hands.
She’s a writhing mess, barely coherent, and begging for our knots.
But I ensure she’s cognizant enough when I kiss a path down her spine.
