“Shadow Creek is still my home for now. I don’t know what the future looks like, or how we’ll make this situation work with the distance between all the territories. But you’re my home too. Staying behind doesn’t change anything between us. Or with Lex and Cade. But right now, I’m needed here. This is what Alpha Daxton has prepared us for my entire life. My family and friends are here, and I’m staying to protect them. I know the three of you are more than capable of protecting yourselves, and if we’re being honest, every time I accompany a group trip, I attract a whole lot of problems.”
“You are a magnet for trouble,” I agree, smiling softly.
Nyx laughs. “Exactly. I know how important it is for you all to travel and return quickly. I’ll just slow everything down or worse, people will get injured. We need everyone to be ready and in perfect health for what’s coming. I’ll be more helpful here, doing what I do best.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “So, you’re intending to just be a pain in the ass? That could actually work. Orson seems like he’d have a low tolerance level.”
“Boundary monitoring,” she interjects sarcastically. “Planning, coordinating—things like that.”
A low growl rumbles in my throat. “There’s no fucking way you’re going into that damn forest again. Boundary monitoring be damned."
I expect her to argue, for us to do what we always do—fight. But Nyx just snorts casually before cupping my face in her hands.
“This is where you let go of control and trust me, Maverick,” she murmurs gently. “I’m your Luna for a reason. I’m fast and strong. And despite what you like to pretend to think, I’m not stupid or have a death wish. But above all else, I’m not going to hide from these assholes and let other people take the fall while they come for me. We don’t run away and hide from ourenemies. We play it smart and end this once and for all. I’m done being hunted by Orson’s pack. If they step foot on Shadow Creek land, I’ll kill them myself.”
Chapter Three
Nyx
The next morning I wake in Maverick’s bed to a deep, rumbling voice. But thankfully, it’s not Alpha Daxton’s mind link interrupting my sleep to summon me to a meeting or bad news.
Maverick’s warm, firm length slides into my cunt before I can fully blink awake, a low moan escaping my lips as pleasure ricochets up my entire body. Arms tighten around my torso from behind, hips pushing into my ass as a hand covers my breast and starts tugging my pink nipple.
Well—this is even better than coffee. There’s no delay waiting for caffeine to hit, my body instantly lighting up and awareness seeping in with each jolt of his cock into me.
“Good morning,” I greet breathlessly, angling my leg over his hip a little higher while my hand covers his on my chest.
Maverick just grunts quietly in reply, pressing his lips to the nape of my neck. Suddenly, it dawns on me that the delicious dream I was having moments before wasn’t just my imagination. Though, I won’t voice out loud that the images my mind was conjuring up featuredthreealphas, and not just this infuriating, handsome specimen of a man behind me. However, the imageryof soft, warm fingers teasing my clit and disappearing into my body was supported by real life re-enactment and the reason consciousness returned.
For once, I have no complaints about being woken up. Hell, he can do this every damn morning if he likes.
Just provided,you know, the other two can also make an appearance here and then…
Shit.
The idea of the three of them taking me at the same time coincides with an exceptionally well-timed deep thrust, making me squeal and moan rather loudly. My mind circles back to the bedroom in Cade’s house when Lex and Maverick teamed up for the first time ever.
Double shit.
My body remembersthatencounter very well—a momentous day that will replay in my mind possibly forever. And it has nothing to do with the fact I was ‘rescued’ from my wolf-nappers…
“You can do better than that,” Maverick murmurs against my neck, teeth dragging sharply along my tender skin. I have half a mind to ask him what he’s talking about when suddenly, my body starts aching after he quickly withdraws. Before I can process it, strong hands flip me onto my stomach, before moving down to my legs and spreading my thighs apart in one swift, rough motion.
Maverick thrusts into me again, hard and fast, pausing for only a brief second. I fill the silence of the pause with a pleasured scream, my hands grasping a nearby pillow for leverage and support.
“Again,” Maverick demands, and it all clicks.
Scream for me.
Apparently, my witty personality and ability to successfully retort vanishes during a good dicking, all self-sense ofchallenging nature going out the window as Maverick easily drags another scream out of my mouth.
He buries himself to the hilt inside my body, pushing me to the delicate border of pleasure and pain. With each thrust, my cunt threatens to join the screaming match as it’s forced to take his unforgiving length. But I’ll be damned if I let him stop.
Maverick is an extension of my body and there’s nothing else I want right in this moment, the two of us building up a literal sweat as the bed starts rocking in time with his powerful movements. The bedhead whacks against the wall in rhythmic procession and Maverick covers my back with his body, layering his hands atop of mine.
“Come on, Nyx,” he whispers heatedly in my ear, effectively pinning me down. “Scream for me.”
Our fingers lace as small cracking sounds join our ragged breathing and vocal expressions. I’m too far gone to give a shit or connect the dots that it’s the wall, but somethingdoesmanage to grab my attention.
