Billion Dollar Pack (The Wolfverse, #3)

by Sam Hall

I want you to come to the restaurant of my choice, Miss Sage, he’d said in the last message. I want you to feel free to order whatever the hell you’d like. I want to sit and talk face to face to the woman whose messages I find myself reading before anything else when I start my day. I want to hear your voice, listen to your thoughts, discuss whatever interests you, and then… My breath had caught in my chest then at the sight of those three little dots, and they did the same thing now. After you’ve had your dessert, I want mine—in my house, in my room, you spread out naked across my bed, ready for me to devour from head to toe. “Devour from head to toe, Sage,” Nikki said. “Every woman wants, at some point in her life, to be devoured from head to toe by a hot alpha. You have to do this, for yourself and for womenkind. You’ll bring back crucial knowledge about what it’s like, how it feels, and whether or not we should all toss our stupid boyfriends and husbands to one side and just go for exactly that.”

I want a taste, Sage. Just a little one. You’ll give me that, won’t you? You can be a good little girl and slip your fingers under your fancy knickers and slide them through all of that slick, rubbing your little pearl back and forth.”

“You made yourself very vulnerable to me. Alphas like that very much. Everything in us wants to see problems and fix them, make everything better. Are you going to let me make everything better, Sage?”

“What if I suffocate you?” I ground out as I felt his kisses on my inner thigh. “If I die, I fucking die, but I’m not missing out on this.”

Then I saw Lucien. He smiled then, really smiled, that slow, feline thing that had had me drenching my knickers back at the restaurant a few weeks ago. He took in his brother and then me with a look of satisfaction, which was what had me jerking my hand free.

“Who’s having crazy monkey sex?” Brian asked. “Not us. Go away and think about why for a moment,”

“She’s making noises. Are those good noises or bad noises?” Max asked. “If you don’t know, we have to have a chat,” Beau said. “You want sounds like that coming from every woman you’re with.”

I thought working for Lucien would make this all terribly awkward, but fuck, the sheer scope, the history this business had with their assistants, had my hands rubbing at my temples. But damn, if I could dickhead whisper this pack of alphas, I could walk into any boardroom, any corporate tower in the country, with a reference that could prove I could be an asset in any one of them.

One of the things I loved about her was she raged through life like a meth addled T-Rex, but even I would sometimes want to curl up in a kitchen cupboard and hide from her.

“Right, so am I listening, problem-solving, or planning their demise?”