Chapter 33
KELLAN
After our first official dinner to discuss tracking Jewels’ evil ass down, I spent the night blissfully snuggled next to my Shortcake. Hunter was on her other side, with Finley crashed out beside me.
The three of us took turns sleeping beside her on our nights, and then she split her other nights with the twins, who hadn’t quite figured out the joys of group snuggles. Yet.
Those big, scaled bastards would come around sooner or later.
Even every second night with Emme wasn’t enough.
Finley hadn’t really joined Hunter and I with any other group activities, choosing to squirrel her away for his own private time, but we were making it work in stolen moments.
Along with learning how to share like good fucking boys.
Before Emme, I’d never really thought about what being in a quintet like this would entail, and now I didn’t care as long as she was with us.
“No hockey today,” Finley said as the sun started to rise.
Emme didn’t stir in my arms, and since Hunter had only slipped into the room two hours ago after helping Constantine, he’d be passed out for the rest of the morning.
“Yeah, Coach sounded like he regretted giving us a day off from training as soon as he opened his mouth.” It amused me that we could still piss Coach off, even after all these years. The old bastard probably had strangling us in his permanent spank bank.
“He’s put up with a lot from us,” Finley said, “and he never takes it out on us during training or games.”
“Yeah, he’s a decent male, deep, deep down under all his roar.”
Finley released a disparaging snort, and when he lifted his arm to rub a hand over his face, he cracked me in the ribs. “Shit, sorry.”
I waved it off, having barely felt it. “That’s a love tap, bro. Compared to that hit from Wilscher last night.” Big fucker had deliberately smashed me into the boards, and I’d never seen the check coming.
“True,” he said, and his bear was in his tone now. “Should have cracked him harder in that last few minutes.”
“You knocked him out,” I snorted, managing not to shake with laughter. “You were protective Care Bear last night.”
Finley chose to ignore me, but I knew he loved it. “We’re almost through the season,” he noted, a low hitch in his voice. “Which, weirdly, I’m looking forward to ending.”
Most of us looked forward to the break at the end of the season, but I’d never heard Finley say it before. “Is everything okay?”
He shrugged against my side. “I was just thinking about our road trip next week, and how I really don’t want to leave Emme.”
I’d been shutting that shit in a mental box all week, hoping a solution to skipping our away games would pop up.
“I don’t think we can go,” I said, voicing our reality.
“I mean, ten days is less than half the time we have left to track the witch.” The problem was, Coach didn’t exactly know about our current life or death situation, and our excuses to him were wearing thin.
Finley stared into the dark ceiling as Emme stirred. “Coach doesn’t know about the curse,” he murmured, and I wondered if he’d heard my thought through the bond.
He shouldn’t, with Emme blocking, but the occasional one did slip through.
“Makes it hard to come up with a legitimate explanation,” he continued. “I just keep thinking we might be done with hockey, you know? How much longer can we carve out the time and dedication required to play at this level?”
There was a brief pang in my chest at the thought of not being on the team.
At not being a Celtic Wolf. It had never been my sanity like it was Finley’s, but I still loved the sport.
Love or not, though, I’d give it up in a heartbeat for Emme.
Even with our mate making it clear on multiple occasions she didn’t want that for us.
“It’s a tough call,” I replied, still unsure how I felt. “Either way, the thing with Jewels will be over in a couple of weeks, and I don’t think we should make a life-changing decision yet. Of course, if we don’t destroy her before the deadline…”
“There may be no decision to even make,” Finley noted in a resigned tone.
We had no idea what Jewels planned to do with her power over shifters. Emme believed she hated us, on a true, deep level that would see her destroy us all. How she’d do that was just as unknown, but I got the sense we’d become her mindless army until our usefulness ran out.
“Whatever her plans, I doubt any of them include letting us live our lives in peace,” I said, stroking my fingers down Emme’s arm as she snuggled closer.
Her ass shifted back into me and my dick kicked hard against my boxers. I’d spent a blissful hour eating Emme out last night while she sucked Hunter off, then I’d buried myself in her perfect cunt until she screamed out her release, and still… I wanted more.
It’d never be enough.
Finley groaned and stretched his long legs out, like they were aching. “She might have communication blocked, but, Golden, I can feel your arousal through the bond. Could you tone it down a touch?”
Okay, then, it wasn’t the poor fucker’s legs that ached.
“Not a chance,” I shot back with a laugh. “I’ve got all of her soft curves pressed into me, and I can’t make it through the day without tasting her.”
Emme’s light, husky laughter had every part of my body standing to attention. She turned and brushed her soft hand over my bare chest, and then tripped across to Finley’s, caressing the bear as well. “Morning, Grouchy and Golden,” she murmured, her voice soft. “I was just dreaming about you two.”
Goddess above, she was going to be the death of me.
My cock strained hard against my boxer briefs. I wasn’t surprised it had already popped up over the band to try to get to its mate.
“What were those dreams, darlin’?” Finley murmured, turning into me to reach her, until I was the one sandwiched between them. “Were you spread out between us in the lockers again?” He laced his fingers through Emme’s, their clasped hands resting on my chest.
We might be heterosexual in this pack, but when you shared, body parts touching was unavoidable. I’d recently learned that I was an excellent team player and didn’t have any qualms about sharing her in the bedroom. As long as Emme was the main event, I was an enthusiastic participant.
Just hand me an award for best team player now.
Emme released another burst of laughter and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth, her tongue swiping out for a quick taste.
“You’re my best team player, Golden Boy,” she whispered, answering my thoughts.
“You should have played football, considering how little you care about balls flying toward your face.”
My snort of laughter was loud enough to finally wake an exhausted Hunter, who reared up in bed like a raging wolf, looking tousled and half asleep. He took in the room first, checking for danger. The stunned, not quite awake expression he wore set all three of us off into belly laughter.
The kind that hurt my face and had my sides aching.
“What the fuck is happening?” Hunter growled, and Emme kept trying to tell him, but couldn’t stop laughing to get the words out.
I managed to say, “Emme was just reminding us about the time I gave you my best assist, and you rewarded me with a black eye via your fucking ball sac—”
“No!” Emme gasped, slapping her free hand over my mouth. “Don’t scare him away. Hunter doesn’t like his balls slapping anything except my vagina.”
That got a groan from Finley. “I swear to fuck, the more proper your terms for body parts get, the more turned on I am.”
That set Emme off again. “You want me to describe it in detail for you?” she huffed. “Have a little show and tell? I mean, I can point out the labia and hood of the clitoris, if you’d like. I’ve heard that one can be hard to find—”
Hunter reached out and hauled her across the bed and into his arms. She was the only one who slept completely naked, and we all got a glimpse of her perfect, tanned butt as she landed on his chest. Goddess have mercy.
“None of us need an anatomy lesson, little mate,” Hunter rumbled at her, so much wolf in his tone. “We’re fast learners, and while I know we already please you, we will continue to learn everything you enjoy. Alone, sharing, whatever our mate needs.”
Emme stilled against his chest. Her scent was potent enough to have me cupping my cock to ease the sudden ache. “I could go for some sharing,” she said in a breathless rush.
The sudden tension filling the room was all sexual.
“Dibs on your mouth,” I said, throwing my hand in the air.
Emme lifted her face to give me a look that said What the fuck? “Kellan Jackson. You did not just dibs my mouth. You are incorrigible.”
I loved when she got riled up, turning her cheeks a delicious pink and deepening her addictive scent. “When it comes to you, baby, I’m incorrigible, irreparable, incurable, irredeemable, unmanageable…”
“Depraved?” Finley suggested dryly, and I nodded enthusiastically.
“Absolutely! The level of depravity I’d hit in regard to loving my mate knows no depths.”
Emme’s eyes were deep blue as she rested her head on Hunter’s chest and gave me her softest stare.
It was a stare that could get her anything in the entire world from me.
“You’re not depraved or corrupt or wicked.
You all love me exactly how I need to be loved.
You’ve been healing me piece by piece, and I must have been a very good girl in my past life to deserve this pack. ”
That reminded me: “Still believe you invented the vibrator?”
Her lips twitched. “It’s looking more and more likely.”
Finley, who must not have heard her theory before, propped himself up higher. “Look, the vibrator is an excellent invention, but what about cars? Combustion engines? Maybe you had a hand in the early technological age and brought about our change in reliance from horse power to horsepower.”
Emme considered that, and I could sense her enjoyment over his theory. “Whatever I did, I’m super happy with my future life rewards.”
I could only speak for myself, but I was confident enough in my pack to know all of us were emotionally slammed by her statement. A few months ago, we were Emme’s worst nightmare, and now she considered us a reward for past good deeds.
Maybe I invented the fucking vibrator, because goddess knows I was one lucky son of a shifter.
Pulling her half off Hunter so she was draped over us both, my hands slid down to her perfect ass. “I love you, pretty mate. More than I can fucking express with words. Now, let me love you.”
“Us,” Hunter shot out. “We will be loving our mate. Together.”
We both turned to check in with Finley, and I could already tell by his scent and the feel of his bear in the bond, that he wasn’t leaving this room. “I’m in,” he rasped.
We all got to bathe in Emme’s glorious scent after that, and when she kissed me I also got to taste her sweetness. Unable to help myself, I tightened my hold on her ass cheeks and lifted her until she sat in her favorite chair. My fucking face.
With a moan she clutched my hair, and I slid my tongue through her already dripping slit. This is exactly how eternal paradise tastes. “Fuck,” I groaned as she arched against me. “You taste so damn good. I could eat you all day.”
Her response was to rock back and forth, grinding down on me. Finley moved to slide his fingers into her cunt, while I swirled my tongue around her clit, determined to find this elusive hood.
While Finley pumped his fingers inside her, Hunter shifted up the bed to kiss her, playing with her tits at the same time until the three of us had her trembling and on the edge of a release.
My pace had been a slow torment to start, but I was too fucking ravenous to keep it up. Lapping up every drop of her sweetness, she cried out as her thighs tightened on me. Hunter kept her upright as she thrust into my tongue, and then with a final cry, squirted all over me and Finley’s hand.
Oh yeah. One of us definitely invented the vibrator.
Hunter’s chest heaved as he hauled her off me, his tongue buried in her cunt not a second later.
He ate her out until Emme fell apart again, and the three of us panted at the sight of her perfect face in the throes of pleasure.
The way she threw her head back, full lips parting, as the gold in her hair glinted in the early morning light.
Forever. Emme was forever. I could stay here with her for the rest of my life and not have enough. All of us needed to be close to her, and it was about more than just our mate bond. Emme was essential to not only our happiness, but our survival.