My packmates had sandwiched Harper between them then as well, sliding their hands up her sides, cupping those fucking breasts that demanded I kiss every inch of them. But this timeher hands slid across their knees. They both went perfectly still, as if scared that if they moved, she’d stop. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, those pretty pink lips curving, right as she said, “You right to drive?”
No, I fucking was not.
I’d only had one shot and one beer, and after a few hours, my shifter metabolism had burned that away, which didn’t explain this. The way my head felt like it was swimming, drunk on the pheromones that were perfuming the car. My tongue flicked out, coating my bottom lip as she turned. Kieran looked elated, already moving closer, then stopping to allow her to close the gap. He sucked in his breath, barely able to suppress his reaction as Harper kissed him.
And I knew why.
That grunt of satisfaction, the way he pulled her closer, wanting, needing her on his lap. I was connected on a soul-deep level with the guys the moment we formed a pack, but I’d never understood Kieran more than I did right now. Harper pulled away, smiling to soften the blow, then turned around to face Tor. Usually you couldn’t shut Kitty Cat up, but he was real quiet right now. He stared at her mouth, trying to memorise a shape I already knew by heart. His hand went to her hair, playing with the strands before darting closer.
“Mm…”
She’d make that satisfied hum when she was full of me, her cunt strangling my knot. I’d make sure of it as she rode one wave of pleasure after another. My hands would slide up her ribcage, just like Kieran’s did now. I’d cup those breasts, finding her nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I’d?—
“So are we going?”
Tor smirked as he pulled away from Harper, and that had me throwing the car into gear and reversing out of the car park, my eyes trained on the road. That way I didn’t turn around atthe sound of moans from the back seat, growing louder and more intense by the second.
They were making a mistake.
We’d only met Harper a few days ago, and now they were virtually dry humping in the car? No, more than that, I realised, as we pulled up in our driveway and I got out. Tor spilled out and Harper came with him, the two of them laughing as Kieran tilted her head his way. A hand around her throat, another sliding down her stomach, he kissed her sounds of pleasure away as he undid the top button of her jeans.
“Any chance of taking this inside?” I sounded ten times bitchier than I intended. “Not sure if the neighbours want to see you lot fucking on the front lawn.”
“You OK with that?” Kieran asked Harper, rubbing small circles on her stomach.
“Just try and stop me.”
She grabbed both their hands, tugging them towards a front door I was forced to unlock. I stood back, watching them pass, finding Tor pinned against the wall, Harper kissing him, as Kieran did the same to her neck. I wanted to pull them all apart, sending each one to the corner of the room and telling them everything they were doing wrong…
Right before I stepped in and did the same.
In some ways it was easier before shifters came out from the shadows. Due to the fact that most fated mates didn’t know shifters were real, there was a process that was followed. Get to know your mate, woo her, then start tugging her shirt up and over her head.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” Harper asked in a husky voice as Tor flicked open her bra clasp.
“Nope.” He grinned. “Just a really, really fast learner.”
“Maybe you can teach us exactly what you like in my bedroom,” Kieran rumbled.
I barely suppressed the desire to roll my eyes.
“OK…”
Don’t look this way, I thought.Do not look at me right now, Harper.
But of course, she didn’t listen to my silent prayer. Instead, she turned around, her bra hanging off her shoulders, her t-shirt on the ground, and she never looked so beautiful.
“Are you gonna join us, Mack?”
Yes, that’s what the wolf snapped inside me, but I was used to his bullshit. If I did everything he swore needed to happen, I’d be in jail serving life for several murders. Instead, I just shook my head, then pushed past them.
“I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on.”
That had me stomping down the hallway and into the living room, the laptop taunting me as I got closer. It’s cool case wasn’t what I wanted in my hands, she was. The wolf caught their muffled banter, the low laughter, no doubt directed at me, then the opening and closing of a door. Peace and quiet settled over the house, but it missed me completely. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I inputted my password. Once I was in, I just stared at the desktop icon for our invoicing software, unable to get myself to click on it.
I could jump on the internet instead, my mind told me. Open an incognito browser and find that porn site I was perusing last night, scrolling and scrolling until I found her. Not as beautiful as Harper, but if I squinted my eyes slightly, that halo of dark brown hair, those pouty lips, belonged to my fated mate, not a porn actress. That made watching her take multiple dicks a difficult thing. Porn was kinda like drinking too much beer or eating too much sugar. It made me feel queasy, all while experiencing a strange kind of thrill. Trouble was, that overheated state was what had me jumping into Harper’s dreams, so I shook my head and opened up the invoices.
“Mm…”
