Page 37 of Son of a Witch

He let out a softer chuckle that held an edge of remorse. “In all seriousness, Supergal, when the warden shut down my contraband business, and I became persona non grata with the guards and my suppliers, I decided I had to find another way to make an honest living to support myself.” He paused, thinking. “I still don’t know what that entails but I won’t give up on my family.”

That was my man, never letting his family down.

I was glad he opened up to me and laid it all down. At least now I could solve some of his problems. Figure out a way to help his body and mind.

“We’ll put our heads together and think of something.” I stroked his hard, muscled shoulder. “Right now, you need to take care of yourself.”

He saluted me and gave me one of his megawatt grins that I adored.

The door clicked open, and I glanced over my shoulder as Knoxe and Pascal entered.

“Here’s more trouble, Superguy.” I shoved at his belly, and he grunted.

Knoxe winked and my heart fluttered. “You love trouble, Sunset. Seek it out. Remember the time we met?”

Boy, did I ever. Threw myself into a fray and shut down a firefight. To protect me from an incoming blast of fire, Knoxe rolled me to the ground, landing on top of me. How could I forget that sexy moment, right out of one of my damn audiobooks? Both of us breathed hot and heavy on each other. Stared deep into each other’s gazes. My nipples betrayed me and hardened at his warm body sheltering mine. His cock jumped at the contact. Best of all, he threatened to set me over his lap and spank me for being so reckless. Fuucckk. My pussy dampened at the memory.

I shook that off as Pascal closed the door, his beautiful green gaze fleeting as it met mine, then dropped to the floor. My heart clenched. This time he didn’t meet our gaze because of his inclinations. It had everything to do with guilt and it tore me in two.

Despite this, I put on my happy face for my men. “Hey, my sexy Viking warrior.” I sat up and stretched to meet Knoxe, my six-foot-seven man, a pure hulk of muscle.

“Hi yourself, Sunset.” He slapped my ass and growled, kissing me back harder and rougher.

I melted into his body, feeding from his strength, his courage, when my own felt like it went through a meat grinder.

When Knoxe let me go, I slipped into Pascal’s waiting arms.

"Hey, White Lightning.” I sifted my fingers through his hair. Only a slight twitch in response to my touch this time. “My badass yet sweet superhero.”

Pascal’s gaze dropped to the bed. “I’m not much of a superhero.”

Defeated words tightened the cramp in my chest. Two broken men. One lost, one barely hanging on, two struggling to keep it together. What a pack we were.

Quick thinking salvaged Pascal’s downfall. “You’ll always be a hero to me. All of you. Sexy heroes with fine asses in tight, tight suits.”

Knoxe shook his ass in response to keep the mood light and fun.

Brilliant emerald eyes met mine and I fell into their depths and beauty. Pascal’s hand came to rest over my heart, and I held it there with mine. “Love you, Songbird.”

The grip on my torso released and turned my insides into a warm, gooey mess.

“Getting a bit jealous over here,” Tor murmured.

I laughed. Loud, proud, the jokester. “Attention whore.” I stroked Pascal’s smooth jaw. “We better not neglect our man.”

Knoxe swung around to the opposite side of Tor’s bed. “Hey, baby.” He threw up his hand and Tor gripped it and they hugged. “Missed you, sexy. Want a cuddle?”

“Would love a cuddle.” Tor nuzzled into Knoxe’s light neck kisses.

Heat pooled between my legs. I loved it when they turned up the male-to-male action. They did it mostly for my benefit, but I felt the sexual tension between them. The way they gravitated toward each other in the bedroom department when I was busy getting pleasured by another man.

Knoxe pulled away to examine the gurney. “I can’t, babe. I’m too big for the bed, and I can’t boot this fine ass off.” He cracked my ass again.

Tor thumped his palm on Knoxe’s chest. “Tease!”

I laughed, loving seeing them interact as brothers in arms and lovers.

When Knoxe released Tor, my Superguy looked Pascal over. “Hey, buddy. Got a cuddle for me, sweet cheeks?”

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