“Can’t quit on me now, gorgeous. You haven’t screamed my name yet.” Batting the toy away, Stone grabs my hips, jerking me down to meet him for every brutal thrust. “Give me one more.”
Wrung out, I breathlessly plead, “I can’t.”
Slinging my legs over his shoulders, he holds my gaze as he drives impossibly deeper. “I wasn’t asking.”
Harder. Faster. Stone fucks me right back to the brink, ferally claiming me like a man possessed. I shatter around him, crying out his name as I come, my orgasm straddling that fine line between pain and pleasure as it crashes over me. Fingers digging into my sides, he tilts my hips up, cock jerking as he comes hard and deep. A few more rolls of his hips, and he slowly pulls out.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” he breathes, gaze fixated on his cum dripping out of my pussy.
Kodiak curses, jerking himself faster and painting my exposed cunt, his cum mixing with Stone’s. Reaching between us, he gathers their combined release on his fingers and pushes it back inside of me. "Damn straight,bràthair."
Stretched out beside me, Raiden caresses the mate-mark emblazoned over my heart. "And she's all ours."
Succumbing to exhaustion with a contented sigh, I smile. "Yours."
ChapterTwenty-Two
AMARA
“Are you sure about this?” Carina scans the crowd with a small frown.
“Sure this will go down as the most reckless decision in history? Oh, definitely.” Taking a sip of water, I follow her line of sight. “But yeah, actually. I’m sure. At least if it blows up in my face, I won’t be around to hear them mock me.”
Using the shifter gym Carina took me to as inspiration, I cashed in my favor with Evren to renovate a football stadium to mimic the fighting pit, but crossed with a gladiator colosseum. Various terrains now replace the usually flat, green field. Sand pits break up stretches of grass, along with towering piles of boulders, and a small pond surrounded by mud. Just enough to ensure nobody has a home field advantage, that anyone could come out on top if they’re smart no matter what kind of shifter they are.
My phone buzzes for the hundredth time today, updates going through me since the guys will be too busy to constantly check their notifications. Rather than the security team, though, the text is from Evren.
Evren: Tell your guard dogs I’m funding the damn thing, so I can help myself to a drink if I damn well please.
Me: And give you access to where we’re keeping the drinks after the stunt you pulled at the auction? Hard pass. Suck it up and wait in line like everyone else.
Evren: Why did I agree to help you again? You were supposed to be fun, not an annoying and expensive frienemy.
Carina snorts, reading over my shoulder, and I can’t help but smile. He can complain all he wants, but he had as much fun planning the event over the last month as Carina and I did.
Me: Like you're not going to make a fortune off the next tournament when ppl start betting on fighters.
Evren: IF there's a next one. You’ll probably be dead before lunch. If we consider this the most expensive funeral in history, though, my accountant can probably find a way to write some of it off. So at least there’s that.
I roll my eyes.
Me: You're so supportive I can hardly stand it.
Not waiting for a reply, I tuck my phone away and turn back to the overflowing stands. The air is rich with an overwhelming buzz of conflicting emotions that makes my tongue itch, driving me crazy, so I rip open a packet of Pop Rocks to help distract me. As the sugar crackles across my tongue, it offers enough relief to focus.
Only me, the guys, Evren, Carina, and the security team know the full scope of the plan. All of the shifters gathered in the stadium think they’re here to witness or participate in the open call to challenge Raiden, Stone, and Kodiak for their seat of power. A chance to rule over all of the shifters in the country, and giving a perfect opportunity to kill us was too enticing to pass up, gathering the worst of our enemies in one place.
I may have also extended personal invitations to as many packs in Malcolm’s little black book as I could remember toreallypiss them off and flush them out of the shadows.
The humans, on the other hand, were carefully selected based on their roles in society. Influential enough that their word will carry weight, but in a variety of positions that can see the benefits as much as the threat we pose. Sure, they’ll be working on deterrents and fail safes, but that’s the best part. Now they’ll see what we’re capable of, and how we’ve been hiding in plain sight all of this time. After they watch their respected lieutenant general shift into a leopard, either they’ll start jizzing themselves at the possibilities of conscripting shifters into the military, or panic realizing they can’t trust anyone no matter how high their security clearance.
Probably both, but it’ll make organizing any sort of large scale government attack damn near impossible.
“Welcome!” a voice booms across the stadium, drawing everyone’s attention to the announcer in the center of the field. Cameras zoom in on him, splashing his image across multiple screens around the arena so everyone in the stands can see. “I’d thank you for coming, but the pleasure’s all yours.”
It helps lighten the mood a bit, and exactly why Carina suggested him for the job. Not only is Xander personable, he’s a cobra shifter. His flamboyant, upbeat nature makes people forget that he can strike faster than they can blink, and the neurotoxins in his body allow him to paralyze a shifter in either form. He’s the perfect referee/announcer.
“As you know, we’ve gathered here today for the first official challenge to replace our ruling body in history. It’s always been a case of ‘you keep what you kill,’ and today is no different. Whatisnew, is the Garrison legion opening the floor to take on anyone and everyone that has an issue with their leadership.”
