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“Snow?” I questioned, forcing myself to stand so I could arch my back and stretch out aching muscles. “Your wolf’s fur is the whitest I’ve ever seen,” he explained, as he finally glanced my way, his expression neutral. His eyes burned though. “It reminds me of the purity of snow, and your arctic blue eyes only add to the vibe.”
Slade couldn’t… uh, there had to be shit he couldn’t do as well as me. Like… menstruate.
No one cried over cheese, and this was about way more than that, but the cheese was nice too.
“You will eat a proper meal tonight, even if I have to make choo-choo noises and force the fucking train-sticks into your mouth.”
“Scratch all you want,” Slade said, lifting one eyebrow. “Just don’t pee on it.”
Finley still needed a few high fives. To the face. With a chair.
Goddess be damned, he was unearthly.
Humans always said “till death do us part,” but in the shifter world we meant it.
It almost looked like his hair was lifting as he powered up; our brother was about to go Super Saiyan Ultra Instinct, and the fact that I even knew what the highest level of powering up a Saiyan in Dragon Ball Z was had me needing to kick Hunter’s ass.
“I can’t believe I missed the naked pack bonding. Fuck. We better repeat that again, minus the almost dying part.”
“Yes. I want you to mark and claim me in every single way, Kellan. You will do that for me, won’t you? My perfect, good boy.” Goddess. Fuck! My cock leaked pre-cum everywhere. I’d never been this hard in my life. It was a pain that both tortured and pleased me.
Eating my sandwiches and also having perfect tits and ass… Excuse the fuck out of me.
From what I saw, it was computer gibberish—what did they call it… code?
Care Bear: What. The. Fuck. Is. My. Chat. Name? You will change it back or your new name will be Texting from Hell.
Back From the Dead: You know I’m going straight to Eternal Paradise. I’m a good boy after all.
“I hopes you wins, Mr. Eliminator.” Fuck. She was cute.
He… winked at me. Wait. Had I just imagined Finley skating closer, smiling at the family members in the stands, before he winked while looking at me? “Did I have a stroke?” I murmured, patting my chest to ensure my heart still beat.
You burst into my life like a fucking solar flare, and everything that was dull before turned brighter.
“All I’ve done is run from my trauma. Don’t be fooled, it absolutely controls me.”
Hunter’s eyes darkened as he examined my face, like he committed every single detail to memory. “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he rasped, his nostrils flaring as he leaned down and dragged his nose along my throat. “Even covered in mud, you can’t hide your scent from me. I could follow it through multiverses.” A chuckle bubbled up from me, even as my cheeks pinkened and core throbbed. “Nerd,” I teased. “Always thinking in terms of multiverses.”
“Keep your eyes on me, baby girl,” he said, voice a deep, hypnotic rumble. “Even a king should kneel before his queen. You will never accept anything less, from anyone, including those in our pack. Promise me.”
His lips tilted in a satisfied smirk. “You will make them all kneel, because you’re the fucking queen.”
“Keep your panties on,” I griped, swinging my legs out the door. “I don’t wear underwear,” he shot back, and my mouth was bone dry at the mental image of a naked, pierced Slade. It was permanently branded in my brain. “Now move your scrawny ass.”
The rope burns on my hands were already healing, so surely if I hung around here for a few more minutes, the strength would also return to my arms. There was a low rasping laugh from below, and I almost fell off the wall when a huge body landed beside me. Landed beside me… “What in the Olympic high jumper was that?” I glanced down for sign of another rope, but there was nothing. “Did… did you leap up here?” He shook his head like I was ridiculous. You’re ridiculous, buddy.
“Just so you know, when I grow up, I want a cool weapons briefcase.”
