Impatient growls rumbled in Zethan’s chest, my poor mate failing in his battle with his hellhound. Alaric snapped at him, warning him to back off and give me time to recover. Zethan respected my need for a break for a minute or so, then came up to me, shoving Alaric aside, earning a snarl. Trills from my falcon expressed her gratification at being fought over by so many adoring, aroused mates.
In the heat of the moment, I got carried away, enjoying their beasts competing for me. The healer side of me preferred them getting along, working in synchronicity and harmony, and sharing with no problems. That way, no one got hurt. But she stepped aside and let my shifter rule these proceedings… they were her domain, after all.
Zethan’s hold was gentler, less bruising, but no less possessive. His fingers tunneled into my hair, pinning my neck as Alaric had, rewarding my body with absolute pleasure. He let out a long howl and warmth wrapped around my chest at my mate by my side. Just as brutal on my body, his damn cock stretched me, and I felt like I was struck with lightning every time he hit my sweet spot.
“Fuck, baby.” He bent down to nip at my ear, my brain scrambled from the pain. “You’re beautiful underneath me. Slick, hot, dripping in cum.”
I came apart at his filthy words. Normally he wasn’t much of a talker in bed but today he let his wild side out, and I loved it.
He licked and bit along my nape, his lips scorching and ravenous. More bolts of lightning shot to every corner of my body. Pleasure crashed over me again and again and I lost all sense of space and time until he shuddered over me, his release coming in waves, spurting his cum inside me and all over my leg as he pulled out.
“Fuucckk,” I moaned, rolling onto my back, my body like rubber, my pussy throbbing from my orgasms, already demanding another mate take his place.
Zethan crawled over me, bracing himself on one arm to lean down and dust my lips, chin, and neck with kisses. “Shower or more fucking?”
My falcon shrieked her reply along our bond.
Zethan’s rare smile rocked my fucking world. “Better give our baby what she needs.”
Slade lined himself up for round two. “More fucking it is.”
This pattern repeated for the first day, each of my mates taking his turn, not letting any of the others near me while he took what he needed from my body and gave me what my shifter demanded. By the second day, my perfume eased, and their beasts pulled back, allowing us to share in the group. When the third day of my heat rolled around, my men finally finished with me. Spent, we collapsed in a heap, limbs tangled, hair everywhere, sweat drenched, me sticky from my mate’s releases.
Slade rolled over, pushing the mess into my pussy, plugging my hole. “I’m not wasting this cum. You’re gonna be with child by the end of the month, or we’re doing this all over again before your next heat.”
Fuck, no. This was enough rutting for one quarter. Goddess, I’d need the next three months to recover from it. My pussy was bound to be dry and sensitive for the next week. As for the whole pregnant thing, I begged to differ when I used herbal contraceptives.
Yet the ancient, wise voice inside me laughed as if I were the fool, and I clenched my damn thighs together.
CHAPTER9
Slade
Three daysof fucking had me in an excellent mood. My dick never had such a good time. Drained my damn balls dry, and I’d need a good month to refill them, not that I was complaining. A baby grew in my old lady’s belly, I was sure of it. Needed the good news after all the shit that beset the club for almost a year. Mia would be stoked to have a baby sibling.
I waited for my old lady to get off the back of my bike before I followed her, taking off my helmet, resting it on my handlebars. Her silky hair tickled my nose as I dropped my lips to kiss her head, inhaling her scent, loving the cherry blossom and citrus.
I took one look at the brick building we were about to enter. Seventies construction in need of some repairs and a fresh coat of paint. The club’s future. I tugged my woman’s hand, leading her to the steps, climbing them.
Silent as always, Zethan sauntered behind me, covering my back. Days ago, when he admitted his fault and vow for penance, relief lifted a massive weight from my heart, mind, and shoulders. I thought I lost him for good from all the bullshit with the club and vote against Aaliyah. I was tired of fighting wars on all fronts, especially with the man I called friend.
Despite what he might think, I listened to what he said, unable to shake it out of my head. That I held the club in higher importance than my damn family. Yes, the club was important to me. It was my damn life since I was six years old, where I was dragged into it when my dad’s rival club mowed down my mom. From that day forward, I sought revenge, and Set came to me with the invite to be his avatar.
The devil in me wrangled to maintain control of the wild, dangerous lifestyle, while the father in me just wanted to settle down with my old lady and kid. I fucking busted my balls to make my woman and kid a priority. Hell, I started this new damn chapter to absorb the risk of running Pharaoh, so that my Bathurst crew and I remained with our families and didn’t end up in the slammer.
What more did Zethan want? For me to fucking quit? Not happening.
Looking back, I had over twelve good years partying, drinking, breaking shit, shooting at assholes, and having the time of my fucking life. Expanding the club was the best decision for my family. Though I’d miss my rowdy ways, and probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from some of my men. At least my stress would be lower, and my health better in conjunction with my lower intake of nicotine. Less wars to fight on the home front with my old lady.
Wars. Fuck. The permanent ache between my shoulder blades set in and I craved cigarettes instead of my old lady’s pussy. I was sick to fucking death of this rollercoaster of enemies. Defeating one and flying up the hill, only to come crashing down to face another. I wanted off this ride. Wanted my club to return to normal. For things to be safe for my family and men. Life a goddamn party again. To throw away my cigarettes for good.
Wrath burned hot and destructive in me, desperate for the ultimate takedown of Colton Raine for starting all this shit in the first place. Without him messing with us, Danny wouldn’t have offed his dad, and I wouldn’t have been the cops’ prime suspect.
Coward of a cunt Raine vanished from the face of the fucking Earth. Hid like a damn bitch instead of facing us. Dropped us into this war and I wanted to finish it. Crush him and move on with my fucking life.
I tried to school my fury, get it under damn control, but it swept over me like a wave dumping on me. Fire scorched my veins and my temperature scaled. Flames danced behind my eyes, seeking retribution. Fuck. if I didn’t get out of here, I was gonna torch the place before it had the chance to get off the ground.
Aaliyah set a hand on my arm, bringing me down a few degrees. “Hey, calm down, Mr. Vincent. Getting angry doesn’t solve anything.”
