Page 14 of Return to the Pack

Damn it.

I sigh and head to the kitchen, where a few plates are stacked in the sink. I’ve just washed the last dish and set it in the cupboard when Ethan and Callan appear.

“Where are Warrick and Axel?” I say, carefully folding the dishtowel and hanging it over the little towel bar on the inside of the cupboard.

“Heading into town to check on some pack business. It’s an Alpha and his Second bonding moment.” Ethan laughs.

Alarm pricks at my skin. “What are they going to do in town?” I sidle up to Ethan and stroke my palm up and down his biceps.

Ethan slides his arm around my waist and pulls me close. “Oh, they’re going to speak with the pack, gather some supplies and weapons… Shit like that.”

His warmth radiates into my body.

“What are you and Callan going to do?” I ask.

He and Callan exchange a wicked look.

Instantly, my core floods with heat, easing the worry I feel about two of my lovers heading into town.

“We’re going to keep you company. How does that sound?” Callan steps toward my other side, and together with Ethan, they guide me toward the bedroom. “Thanks for cleaning up our shit. You don’t have to do that, you know. I’m happy to do the cleaning and let you rest your little paws.”

“I know,” I say, practically vibrating with desire.

“How’s your neck?” Callan’s gaze drops to my throat.

“My wolf has healed most of it. But I’m worried about Axel and Warrick heading into town, especially if they’re planning to fight a giant wolf.”

“Don’t you worry about us. We’re all strong guys. We can take care of ourselves just fine,” Callan says, his gaze sweeping my body. “And you.”

“I could use the distraction,” I admit in a low, throaty voice.

Ethan chuckles.

I glance down, pleased to see the bulge in his shorts. My gaze slides toward Callan, who sports a similar outline.

“Distraction is exactly what we had in mind,” Callan says, once more exchanging a look with his brother.

Whatever unspoken thing they were communicating, it has my pussy tingling with desire as heat rushes to my core.

“Want to play a game, Luna?” Callan asks, mischief flashing in his eyes.

My brow furrows. “A game? What kind of game?”

“Let’s call it ‘bad wolf,’” Ethan answers.

“Bad wolf?” My brow furrowed even deeper. “What kind of game is that?”

“A fun one,” Callan says. “You’ll like it. And, if you don’t like it, just say so, and we stop.”

I sit down on the edge of the bed. “How do we play?”

“I’m going to be the teacher,” Ethan says, rummaging around in one of the drawers in the bedroom.

“The teacher?” I say. This game is confusing me, and we haven’t even started.

“I realize you never went to school like me and my brothers did,” Callan says. “I’ll play the teacher’s pet.”

“What does that mean?”