Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Scottie
I slip off my heels, letting them clatter against the marble floor of the entranceway and pad barefooted deeper into the suite. My feet ache from standing through the memorial service, and then the condolence line, and then the dozens of toasts made in the honor or Da and Francesco.
Finally, our fathers can rest in peace.
My head is spinning, but for the first time in a month, my heart is a little lighter.
Now it’s time to eat my feelings and continue where the toasts of honor left off. “I don’t know about you boys, but I’m planning to get very drunk, naked, and sexually aggressive.”
Huntley’s mouth falls open. My Viking is carrying in a tray of desserts Warin crafted for the King’s Suite and he stops to flash me a smile. “That’s an agenda, princess.”
I head straight toward the bar and grab a vodka cooler and a bottle of scotch. After handing Zane the bottle, I swipe my finger through the whipped cream on the top of an elaborate raspberry tart.
Sucking it into my mouth, I close my eyes and make an indecent groan. Cracking the tab on my drink, I head for my bedroom. “Anyone care to join me?”
Huntley barks a laugh. “Do you see any idiots here? If our girl wants to get naked and shut out the world, that’s exactly what we’re doing. Right, guys?”
It seems unanimous.
The three of them follow and the moment we’re in my room, Huntley sets the tray down on my dresser and begins removing the black diamond cufflinks at his wrists.
Zane takes a swig of scotch as he toes off his shoes and then works to unbutton his shirt. With each button that releases from its mooring, more of his beautiful copper skin is exposed. “All you ever need to do is let your desires be known, Scots. We’ll take care of the rest.”
Tucker sets a second tray of desserts on the bedside table and grins. “After having experienced Scottie’s artistic skill with whipped cream and sweet treats, I can say there is nowhere I’d rather be.”
I meet the heat dancing in his amber gaze, and images from that sexy session fill my memory. “Mmm, that was a good time.”
He waggles his brow. “Yes, it was.”
I reach for one of Warin’s perfectly crafted desserts and let my mind wander. The new chef outdid himself, creating an array of sweets for our private celebration.
Zane steps out of his slacks and tosses his clothes over the arm of my desk chair. Wearing just a pair of black boxers, he swaggers toward me, looking more relaxed than I’ve seen him in weeks. “You know how competitive Huntley and I are, Scots. The two of us are not about to be outdone by the new guy.”
Tucker chuckles. “Standing right here.”
Zane looks over at him. “Oh, I know. You’re also fully clothed, so I take it you’re sitting out?”
I push my bottom lip out. “You’re not, are you?”
Tucker pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it. “Not a chance. Because, unlike them, I know what you’ve got on under this dress.”
I feign innocence and pop the tart in my mouth. The sweet-fruit flavor bursts on my tongue and I reach down to grab the hem of my oxblood sheath dress.
Pulling it up and off, I’m left standing before the three of them in a black lace bra, underpants that cover only half of my ass cheeks, and satin garter straps holding my sheer thigh highs.
“Fucking hell,” Huntley breathes, grinning.
Zane presses a hand against his chest. “It’s lucky I didn’t know what was under your dress because if I had, there is no way I could’ve functioned at the memorial tonight. Damn, Scots. You’re killing me.”
Tucker pushes up behind me, trails his hand over my hip and down the front of my thigh. He flicks the strap of the garter and brushes his lips against my ear. “And what does our little temptress hunger for tonight?”
I drop my head back as his warm hand glides across my belly. “Huntley still needs to feed. I’m picturing me on my back, his fangs in my neck, with his cock inside me, another cock in my mouth, and a third in my hand. You boys can decide who’s where.”
“Winner!” Huntley grins, looking smug. “A brilliant plan.”
Zane looks at Tucker. “Mouth or hand, Tuck?”
Tucker gestures back to him. “Tonight is about you and Scotland. King’s choice.”
Zane cups my chin and rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “Looks like I’ll be having my way with this hot mouth of yours.”
I take a couple of long swallows of my drink and fuel the buzz I’m riding. Then I hand it to Tucker and climb onto my bed. Giving them a little extra ass waggle, I crawl up my mattress on my hands and knees.
“After Huntley is fed and fucked, I want Zane to take me from behind while I suck on Tucker.”
Zane discards his boxers and joins me on the bed. He’s naked and it might be the drinking, but I’m dizzy just looking at him. “You’ve got things all figured out, do you, Scots?”
The corner of my mouth twitches as I flop onto my side. When I roll onto my back, the world spins in a delectable slow blur. “I told you I’ve been envisioning the three of you. I’ve got a few scenarios I want to try. Keep up, boys.”
Zane stretches out at the top of the bed. He presses the mouth of the bottle to his lips, tips it back, and takes three long swallows of scotch. Then he kisses me. The two of us have been sharing drinks and toasts with clan members all night, so he’s as spinny as I am.
That works for me.
Huntley crawls up my body, pausing to kiss the inside of my thighs. His lips are warm, his extended fangs scraping against my flesh, and the intimacy tickles something wicked in my core. “I’m all for your plan, princess, but would like to make an addition of my own. You boys can savor one of Warin’s desserts, but I’m hungry for a different kind of cream.”
“Well played, Viking.” I lift my hips, offering him access to slide the delicate lace off my butt and down my legs.
“Oh, no, princess. If I take those off, I’ll lose these.” He snaps one of my garters and then runs his hand over the top of my stockings. “Those need to stay on.”
“Fucking right they do,” Zane growls.
Tucker gives off a grunt of agreement.
The snap of fabric has me hissing as the crotch of my pretty lace panties fall prey to vampire strength. “Hey, I liked these.”
Zane lowers his mouth to mine and nips at my lips. “I’ll buy you a dozen more pairs just like them. Huntley’s right. Losing the stockings would be a heartbreak.”
Whatever argument I may have been mustering is lost as Huntley’s tongue circles over my clit. My legs fall open and I groan as a rush of wet heat meets his kiss.
“Fuck, your arousal is like a drug.” Zane claims my mouth in earnest.
“It is.” Tucker’s voice is deep and sexy by my ear, and I laugh at myself. I was so lost in what Huntley and Zane were doing, I didn’t even notice him lay on the bed next to me.
He caresses a warm trail up my ribs and over my breast as Huntley licks through my folds and Zane kisses me. It’s sexy and indulgent, having all three of them worshipping me at the same time.
“So good,” I gasp against Zane’s kiss.
“Then come in my mouth, princess. You promised to feed me.”
My hips arch off the mattress as I grind against Huntley’s mouth and my body shatters. My Viking has his hands gripping my ass cheeks and is tongue-fucking me so good I might pass out.
Panting, I close my thighs and trap him right where I want him. Although, I don’t think he has any intention of escaping because he nuzzles and laps at me until he’s licked me clean, and I’ve ridden out the last of my release.
Lifting his head, he rises to his knees and climbs further up my body. His lips and mouth glisten with my juices and Zane groans. “Come here, Viking. Give me a taste.”
Watching Zane devouring Huntley’s kiss is as hot as being part of the kiss. The two of them are too sexy together. They aren’t careful with each other the way they are with me.
With each other, they’re wild.
My pussy clenches, throbbing to be filled. “As much as I hate to interrupt, I need Huntley’s cock inside me or I might die.”
Huntley chuckles and eases back from their kiss. “Well, we can’t have that. Especially when we’re just getting to your drunken sex agenda.”
“Exactly,” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him where I want him to be. “Zane, I want to suck on your cock and Tucker…” I roll my head to the side to check that he’s not feeling left out.
I whimper as he strokes himself, his fingers wrapped around his thick length. Having him watch me have my fun is way too sexy.
The room swirls around me in a delicious spiral. These three men, so different yet perfectly aligned in my life, create a balance I never thought possible.
I feel cherished. Safe. Loved.
“You good, princess?” Huntley draws his fangs along the column of my neck, teasing me with what’s coming.
“So good.” I tilt my head to give him better access to feed and remember to breathe. “I love you guys.”
I feel his smile against my neck as his fangs puncture my flesh. The pinch of the penetration is quickly replaced by a rush of ecstasy as he calls my blood and my clit awakens in heady pleasure.
He thrusts his hips and sinks inside me. The way he fills me is delicious and the longing inside me aches for more.
“We love you, too, Scots.” Zane is kneeling beside my head, holding his cock. “Are you ready for the next part of your sexy scenario?”
I bite my lip and reach to take Tucker into my hand. He gives me access to stroke him root to tip a few times and then covers my hand with his own.
Zane taps my lips with the crown of his cock, and I grin and open my mouth. “I’m ready. I’m ready for everything you boys can give me.”
Zane
Scottie’s incredible. With her head tilted back for Huntley to feed and her heels wrapped around the back of his legs as he rails her, she’s not only beautiful, she’s absolutely radiant.
She is everything I have ever wanted, and she’s finally mine—well, ours.
But even as she takes him into her body, she takes me in as well. She’s got a possessive grip on my shaft, stroking me to within an ounce of my control. Her hot little tongue is exploring my tip and the way she relaxes her throat and takes me in so deep…
“Fuck. Who do I need to kill that taught you to do that so well?”
Scottie chuckles around my cock but makes no move to stop and tell me.
It’s my own damn fault.
With my fingers laced into her hair and holding the back of her head in place, I fuck her mouth soft and slow, letting Huntley set the pace.
He needs to feed, and I don’t want things to get so wound up and frantic that he loses track of what he’s doing and takes too much from her.
And then there’s Tucker.
The big guy is lounging on his side next to Scottie, watching her being fucked by one guy and sucking off another and he couldn’t look more pleased. He’s stroking himself with her hand over his erection and is just taking it all in.
He really is the calm harbor in our stormy lives.
Huntley finally groans and withdraws his fangs, closing the puncture points on Scottie’s neck. “Thank you, princess. I could take on the world.”
She winks at him, smiling around my cock.
Before I can think better of it, I voice an idea. “I’d like to try something with the three of you. My gift isn’t all about manipulation, it can also be pleasurable. I’ve never tried to connect four lovers, but think it might be fun.”
Tucker arches a brow. “I’m game.”
Scottie comes off the crown of my erection with a wet ‘pop’. “I trust you, Z.”
And Huntley dips his chin. “Go for it, Z.”
With their consent given, I open a mental connection between the four of us. Suddenly it’s not just our physical pleasure we’re feeling, but each other’s as well.
The touches. The arousal. The approaching releases.
It’s all of us in one heated, heady, erotic experience. It’s a jumbled chaos of intimacy and it’s amazing.
This is my life now…and no one will take it from me.
Not an army of fanger mutts.
Not a cousin I’ve never heard of.
No one.
Tucker
I let myself into the small apartment above the barbershop. Jack welcomed me into his home and his life almost three years ago now and it’s hard to wrap my head around how much my life has changed.
I have a father now. I have a mate who loves me and who I’m passionate about. I have two other men who I both respect and care for, who will stand up for me and have welcomed me into their lives.
It’s no secret that their inclusion of me was largely for Scottie’s benefit at first, but after last night and what we shared all day today, I see what we can be.
What we will be.
And as I step into my father’s home, I brush a finger over the framed pictures of him with Scottie and her father, Bran. And him with Francesco in the fifties.
The walls are filled with memories and I’m hoping to add more to it. One with him and the four of us.
Or, in time, our kids.
Zane has mentioned that there needs to be Vasari heirs and Scottie wants a houseful, so I’m sure we have that to look forward to.
“Hey, kid,” Jack calls from the kitchenette, where he’s pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Are you back from getting the dagger already?”
“No. Zane and Huntley wanted to keep it quick and simple, so I stayed behind.”
“So, is that why the long face? You worried about being left behind?”
“Not at all.” I meet his concern and smile. “I was just looking at your photos and feeling a little nostalgic. It took a lot to get here, but I’m grateful to be in the here and now.”
He flashes me a knowing smile. “And I’m happy that you’re here and things are going well for you, son. Truly. I’ve loved those three like my own kids for decades. To have them be your family couldn’t make me happier.”
It’s crazy how life turned out.
“Things are good?”
“Amazing, actually. It’s one reason I’m here. I’m going to move my things into the royal residence and join their lives.”
My dad smiles. “Can’t say that I’m surprised. I imagine giving a four-way love affair an honest shot demands a fair bit of involvement and compromise. I’m sure it’s complicated.”
I shrug and shuffle down the hall to the room I’ve been staying in. My duffle from when I arrived is at the back of the closet and I toss it on the bed and start pulling clothes from my dresser. “It’s actually not complicated at all. We love Scotland and are devoted to Zane’s rule and protecting what we’re building.”
“And you’re happy?”
I meet his gaze. It’s because he didn’t get to worry about me as a kid, but he seems to worry a lot now. “Very happy…more excited about my life than I’ve ever been.”
My heart races as images of the past twenty-four hours fill my mind. Of Scottie wrapped in my arms. Of me, Huntley, and Zane treating her like the queen she is.
It feels right, like the pieces of my life are finally falling into place.
Jack leans against the doorframe, studying me over his cup. “Is there a lot of emotional juggling to be part of a polyamorous relationship?”
I chuckle softly as I stuff clothes into my bag. “It’s no different from what I grew up with in my pack. Only now I’m not on the outside looking in. They are my pack. I finally have a pack.”
I finish emptying my dresser, grab what little I had in the closet, and move to my desk. When I’m finished, I pack up my toiletries in the bathroom. When I come back, Jack is holding the package I collected from the post office before I came here.
“What’s this?” Jack asks, eyeing the post mark. “You got something from Yellowknife?”
I gesture for him to lead the way back to the kitchen and we take a seat. “It’s a care package from my buddy Koda back in the bear pack.”
The tape binding the package closed rips off with a tug, and I pull out a stack of letters. “He’s renovating the cabin Mom and I were assigned and he found a hidden compartment in the back of her closet. He said they are threatening letters sent from someone high in the shifter hierarchy.”
“Threats?” Jack scowls, taking several of the letters to look at them himself. “Why would anyone threaten your mother?”
“That’s what I intend to find out.”
“Do you think it has something to do with her death?”
“Her murder, you mean.” I skim through two first letters and focus on the strange runes inked along the bottom.
“Is this someone powerful in the Polar world?” Jack asks.
“I don’t know, but I intend to find out.”
Jack leans over me now, concern etching lines on his forehead. “ We’ll find out. I may not be a Sacred Squire anymore, but I know the ins and outs of investigating conflicts within other races.”
His eyes narrow as he scans more letters filled. “We need to figure out why she fell out of favor and who would’ve wanted to kill her for it.”
A coldness washes over me at those words—the betrayal cutting deeper than any blade ever could.
“I miss her every fucking day.”
“I know that pain. She imprinted on my soul, and I never loved another all my life.” Jack’s voice falters as regret and love war in his gaze.
“She deserved better than to be slain and left to die alone in a shitty shack in an inhospitable land.”
“She absolutely did.”
“I’m going to find the people responsible and make them pay.”
“And I’ll be right there with you, son.” His gaze locks with mine and determination etches itself deep within both of us. “When we get this Agostino situation taken care of and Zane’s seat of power is secure, we’ll avenge your mother. I swear it. When will you leave for Nova Scotia?”
“Tomorrow at sundown.”