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She was so coated in Beckett’s cum, she was about to harden like a Christmas cookie.
My Beast was screaming things I refused to hear, but they may have started with M and rhymed with the word Fate.
“Everything okay? Sorry I took so long—I swear Corvin grows three extra arms when he’s drunk. He’s like a horny octopus.”
“No, I mean I’m rich. Lorso left me everything he had, the remainder of his Pack’s investments and money. I’ve got millions of dollars, last time I checked.”
She straddled my lap, threading her fingers in my hair and then tugging hard. “Calm, Omega. I told you I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel better.”
“Just so we’re totally clear... You want two D’s in the V? Double meat in your taco? Two pilgrims in the cave of wonder?”
I wanted her so well pleasured that she would never even dream of leaving. If that meant I had to debauch my Google search history, then so be it.
“You’re going to be ours forever, Kitten. Mine and Cooper’s. Beckett and Corvin’s. Family and lovers,” I whispered in Kitten’s ear as I slowly slid her up and down my aching dick.
She was still a little feral, our Kitten.
Normalize women being the big spoon—that was my mantra. Well, my brand new mantra anyway.
He fanned his fingers, and a small blue orb that flashed like a sparkler appeared in front of us. “Follow the blue orb and it’ll take you to what it decides is the best house for you. Like the sorting hat in Harry Potter, but with real estate.” “Okay…” Beckett said incredulously. Witches. They were so fucking weird.
The cubs were practicing their choreography for a flash mob in my womb.
There was some serious drama when Merrick and Murphy turned up a week after the fires. It wasn’t that everyone had thought they were dead. No, it was because they turned up with Susannah and Quinn in tow. Without Wilkie or the rest of his Pack.
