As I was stirring the pot of sauce I’d later use for the side of mac and cheese, Chantal reached over, dipped her finger in the sauce, and licked it off before I could even jokingly nag her for sticking her hand in the food.
“Oh man, I’m about to have to leave Gray if all your food tastes as good as that sauce. I mean, I can cook, but that is next level shit right there, B.”
“Look, I appear to already be joining a thrupple. I’m not sure if I can balance any more bodies, but for you, I’d try.” I replied with a laugh and a playful bump to her hip, which she happily returned. A giggle rang out from across the kitchen where Kid and Charlotte were sculpting patties into rounds for grilling. “What do you think about them together?” I asked Chantal then, nodding in the direction the hardy giggle came from.
“Honestly, as sad as this is for me to admit, I haven’t known her much longer than Kid has. I mean, of course when we were younger we lived together, but that was so long ago now. I’m happy to have her around in any capacity that doesn’t involve her trying to kidnap me and turn me into a slave for the corrupt men in charge.” I knew she was referring to Charisma, but I wasn’t about to pretend I knew what it was like to have a sister, especially a triplet, betray me in such a deep way. “Plus, Kid seems like a great guy, and he’ll keep her close by. That’s all I can hope for. But, if they do get together, I wonder if he will still fulfill his prophecy to create the next line of shadow cat triplets, or if they will create another male that will carry on that legacy instead.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, as a shadow cat myself, I can tell when I’m around someone who will go on to create more people like me and my sisters. I’ve known since the moment I met Kid that he was one of them. However, that instinct and that prophecy are attached to him finding his true mate. Technically, shadow cats aren’t true mates, so I’m not sure what would happen in this case.” She made an interesting point.
“There is a library back at the council full of information about feline shifters, and a large section pertaining to everything we know about shadow cat lore. Gentry talked about it a lot. He was kind of like a librarian and keeper of knowledge. With what we know now about the council’s plans to breed shadow cats, information about how the genes are passed down has to be in there.”
“Right you are, Betina,” a voice that I would recognize anywhere spoke up from behind me in the hallway outside of the kitchen.
“Gentry!” I called out, handing my spoon to Chantal and running over to give him a hug, which he happily returned, clapping his hand down on my back. “What are you doing here?” I asked, prompting him to release me, and we moved to sit together at the small table by the door to the kitchen. I could feel three sets of eyes and ears on me, but I didn’t care. Gentry may not have the cleanest hands after being on the council for as long as he was, but he played an important role in my not being controlled by a power hungry pedophile. For that, he would always have a place in my heart.
“I returned with the Dark Leopards to help them transition into this new era of the council. Part of that actually included bringing the most important books and resources from our library here to help distribute that information, especially as it pertains to shadow cats. Not only will you all need the information in your personal lives, but it should be common knowledge amongst all shifters. Shadow cats should know more about their origin and their legacy so that they can protect themselves from others who have the knowledge and the ill intent to abuse it.”
“Will you still be an official member of the council?”
“No, they’re cleaning house, my dear. In fact, I have already stepped down willingly from any position of authority. I’m simply here to help, and to see you of course.” I smiled gently as the man sitting before me. He looked older somehow than the last time I saw him.
“I’m so sorry, Gentry. I know how much you loved your work, especially in the library.”
“The time has come for a new world order, and I am more than happy to step aside. There are things that I will miss, but the men out there,” he started, pointing in the general direction of the hallway, “are much better suited to run things than I ever was. I wish I’d had the gall to stand up to the other members of the council sooner against certain atrocities, but all I can do now is make sure that I’m on the right side of things going forward.”
“Wait, are the guys all back?” Suddenly all eyes in the room were on Gentry, and no one was trying to hide the fact that they were listening in.
“Yes, I came back with them. I asked to come and speak with you while they got their newest prisoner settled in down below.” Suddenly, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I knew they wouldn’t have time to spend alone with me for a while, but just knowing that my boys were downstairs, in the same building, safe and sound- that was enough for me for now. Obviously taking note of what I was most concerned about, he smiled. “Go wait for them to come up. I’ll be fine here.” I reached out and squeezed his hands in mine, returning a smile that I hoped communicated exactly how grateful I felt toward the man before I hopped up and left the kitchen to find my guys, and give them both the welcoming love that they deserved.
12
Betina sighed as she flopped onto the chair across from my bed. “Today felt like a whole week,” she explained.
“It did,” I groaned as I parked my ass on the edge of the bed facing her so that I could take my boots off.
“Here, let me help,” she cooed before dropping out of the chair and crawling the couple feet to where I sat. Betina’s nimble fingers quickly untied and pulled the lacings loose enough so that my feet would slip right out. She set each aside, carefully before moving on to removing my socks.
A shift in the air around us brought my attention to the other side of the room where the door led to the private en-suite bathroom. Bomber stood with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as water dripped from the short black locks he had now. While I missed his longer hair, I had to admit he had an edgier, sexier, commanding presence with the shorter style.
I crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to where Betina had finished pulling my socks off only to start running her hands up my jean-clad calves to my thighs. Her hand brushed over my steadily hardening cock before hesitating on my zipper. Her eyes met my own before we both turned toward Bomber, who was stalking our way.
“You want to play with both of us, Little Precious?” Bomber’s sexy voice sent ripples of anticipation skirting across my nerves even though the question was aimed at Betina.
She nodded her head as Bomber “Tsked” her and shook his head. “We need a verbal acquiesce, Little B.”
“Tina?” I growled her name out low and deep, making her shiver. “Are you ready for this? For us?”
“Yes,” the singular word came out in a breathy pant that sounded as though it was more of a pathetic whimper of need than anything else.
“Good,” I crooned to her. “Then help release me from the jeans.” It was an order that she quickly followed while I tugged Bomber’s head down to my own level and gave him a silky, open-mouthed kiss as Betina watched and I used my other hand to play with her hair.
“Betina,” Bomb called out before reaching over and lifting her chin with his fingertips. “Stand up, Little Precious. We won’t have you serving us on your knees for our first time. Let us show you what it feels like to be loved right.”
My heart swelled as he offered her - our woman - that solace her soul probably needed to help her heal, even if she didn’t understand that was what she had been craving.
The moment she stood, I did as well. A moment passed as I removed the denim that gathered around my ankles. Then I slipped behind her as I gently moved her to where she stood between Bomber’s splayed-open legs. I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss at the nape of her neck, then moved her hair out of the way to nip at her earlobe while Bomber moved her into a comfortable enough position that he could begin unbuttoning her pants.
“Tell us about it,” I whispered into her ear and she obeyed once more. Our woman told us about the dirty little dream she had been having while in the hotel with Bomber - before he smacked her ass and told her to go to sleep.
“Not sure how you had that much willpower, Bomb,” I confided in him.
“We didn’t want to overstep,” he explained at the same time that Betina added, “We didn’t want you to be hurt.”
“Let’s get this straight now, I could never be mad about the two of you offering one another comfort or love when I’m not around. Just as I would hope neither of you would be upset if there was a pairing of only two of us when the third couldn’t be present. It’s bound to happen. With us setting up a new council, and expanding it to include other breeds of shifters, it’s bound to be the norm. One of us will be too exhausted, or not physically present for the fun. That shouldn’t stop the others from partaking. I hope you both agree?” The last was a question, because I needed to know up front if that was going to be an issue for anyone else.
Jealousy had no place in a committed relationship where people communicated with one another well. It didn’t matter if it was a couple or a polyamourous relationship. Trust had to be key, and that relied on communicating what we all wanted and needed.
“Now, baby, why don’t you slip Bomber’s towel out of the way?” I murmured into her neck before placing a kiss against her hot skin. “I’m sure it’s just in the way at this point.” Once again, she took the order and ran with it. Not only did she dispense of the towel, she took his cock in hand and started sliding her slender hand up and down the length of him. The sight of it set my insides on fire. “You like that, Bomb? Her hand feels so different to ours, doesn’t it?”
A thunderous groan was his only response as he squeezed his own hand over hers. “Harder,” he growled. I grinned and then reached up and around Betina to grab hold of her breasts and plump them up as if in offering to Bomber. He didn’t disappoint, and instead leaned forward and sucked one taught nipple into his mouth, lavishing it in the attention it had probably gone without for far too long. Once his hands moved up to assist his mouth in pleasuring her that way, I slid a hand south until I could slip a finger between her lips, circling gently over her clit before pulling away again in a tease only to dip in and torment the entrance of her pussy before slipping back up and pinching her clit.
She responded well to the slight bite of pain the pinch brought. It was no longer enough for me though. I knelt and arched her hips out toward my face in one smooth move before launching in and swiping my tongue up her sex for the taste of her divine essence that was now dripping out of her. “So fucking sweet,” I moaned. Bomber stopped what he was doing and leaned forward and around Betina’s hips, demanding his own taste. I complied easily, leaning forward to give him my tongue, my mouth, in a passionate kiss as I pumped two fingers inside of our little Tina, curling just at the end to stimulate her G-Spot.
“Perfect,” Bomber said as he released the kiss and gave me a look that let me know he wanted her in a different position. I removed my fingers slowly and as soon as they were clear of her body, Bomber grabbed hold of her hips and flipped her onto the bed so that she was lying on her back with legs parted and hair in a luscious waterfall draping over my pillows. He then maneuvered himself to her left side, leaving her right open for me to take up position there.
We took turns tormenting her upper and lower half, worshipping her with our hands and mouth until she was a withering, wilting mess of emotion and hormones. When we finally let her catch a breath, she whimpered and then cried. “What’s the matter, love?” Bomber asked her as we both moved up to cuddle into either side of our woman.
“I just never knew that it could ever be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Pleasurable,” she hissed out amidst something that sounded suspiciously like a sob.
“That’s as far as we’re going today,” I whispered across the bedroom so that they both heard me. “We’re taking this slow with you, B. You have to know there’s better treatment than what you received far too young.”
“What about the two of you?”
“Don’t even think of it. If we’re that hard up, we can handle ourselves,” I told her.
“Or each other,” Bomber said with a shrug as he leaned in and tickled Betina lightly to let her know that he was mostly joking.
“I think I’d like to see that,” she whispered nervously.
“See what?”
“The two of you handle one another,” Betina admitted.
“You want a show?” Bomber asked as he lifted his head so that his purple eyes glowed with mischief as he took her in, trying to suss out if she was serious or not.
“If that’s what you want to see, that’s what we’ll give you, sweetheart.” We stayed in our positions on either side of Betina as Bomber reached over and ran his hands right down my chest, from my pierced nipple that he tugged on playfully, down the ridges of my abdomen, and lower still until he reached for my jutting cock. Then he pulled, hard, and grinned like the bastard that he was. Bomber may have been more of the laid-back, fun-loving jokster of our MC, but he had a domineering streak in the bedroom that I enjoyed immensely. I just hoped that it wasn’t too much for our girl to witness so soon.
“Oh! That’s so sexy,” Betina moaned, her eyes wide, pupils dilated with interest as Bomber leaned over her body, making sure his skin touched hers as he did so. Then he kissed me while continuing to jerk my cock in that rough way he had. The groan his actions elicited from me spurred on a returning moan from both Bomber and Betina. Before long we were just a tangle of limbs, tongues, and teeth as Bomber and I worked to get one another off while Betina’s hands went to work to help us both out in our endeavors.
Once we were all satisfied, caught our breath, and cleaned up, Betina shocked us both. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life in bed with you both!”
We all laughed about that, because if we had our way, that was exactly what we’d be doing. Unfortunately, sometimes duty came calling and we still Betina’s mate, Fynn to figure out. Not that there was a lot to figure out. We were going to kill the bastard and anyone else who stood by and watched while that motherfucker took a child as his mate. Betina may have been all grown up and one hundred percent woman these days, but we were going to go in and right the wrongs done to her when no one else would.
13
On the way to the council building, I rode in a cage with Kid as my chauffeur while Bomb was somewhere behind us on the back of Brace’s bike. I hated that his bike had been destroyed, but there was something to be said for the fact that he was now openly riding bitch with Brace. Before I arrived, there had been nothing openly going on between the two of them, but now everyone in the MC was starting to catch on. The more people who noticed and didn’t care, the more comfortable the two of them seemed to feel. The scary part of coming out was over, it seemed.
We were on our way to move the first load of boxes into the council building, specifically to Raven’s old living quarters where we would now be staying. I still couldn’t believe that I would be living with the council again, but in a completely different capacity than before. Where I was once basically just a servant, I would now not only be living in quarters designed for royalty with two men that I completely adored, but I would also play a pivotal role in ensuring that anyone working for the new council would be treated fairly, paid well, and supported with a healthy, clean, and fully furnished living space.
“Are you as excited for your new room as Bomber is for his new hoard?” Kid asked.
“Absolutely not. I don’t think anyone could be as excited as Bomber right now. Apparently that secret room is huge, and secure as hell. I am excited though. This is all so new, and it’s happening incredibly fast.”
“Too fast?”
“What’s wrong? Do I need to pull over?” Kid questioned frantically, concern dripping from his words as he cruised to a stop in front of a traffic light. I lifted my head to look at him, but instead found myself looking past him and across the intersection into the window of an old Monte Carlo, where my worst fear was realized. Fynn had found me.
Kid followed my gaze, but it was all happening too quickly for him to react. Before he could meet the eyes of my abuser, or process any of what was happening, the car I was staring into crashed right into the driver’s side of our truck, knocking us across the highway. The last thing I saw before the impact was the eerie, psychotic smile of a narcissistic man who believed he was going to take back what he believed to be his, even if he died trying.
The collision had my head spinning, and the world right along with it, but I was thankfully still conscious. I closed my eyes in an attempt to steady myself before motion sickness could consume me, and scrambled to remove my seatbelt. I was either going to have to run or fight, neither of which I was in a state to do right then. With the Monte Carlo pressed into the driver’s side of the car, Kid started pushing me to the side of the cab so that we could both get out of the truck, but Fynn was even quicker. No sooner than our feet hit the ground, Fynn had already made his way over to us and reached out to grab my arm. I quickly braced myself for a fight, hoping that with Kid’s help, even if we were both concussed, we might be able to take him. My scar burned, either from the adrenaline rush or from the sting of my unwanted bond, until a deep, ferocious roar cut through the air, stopping all three of us in our tracks, and causing me to forget all about my throbbing head as well as the searing pain in my shoulder. Kid grabbed me around my shoulders and pushed me down to the ground, using his body as a protective shield against whatever the source of that roar had been. From inside my protective ball, I heard a distinct chomp sound, followed by the ground shaking under the impact of something much larger than all of us. Before I could process anything happening around me, Kid hopped up onto his feet and offered me his hand to help me up too. Fynn was nowhere to be seen. Instead, standing in front of me, completely naked and proud, was Bomber. Not far behind him was a fully clothed Brace, staring in our general direction with his jaw on the ground.
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