Page 45 of Happily Undead in Dark River

Annie winced. “I hate it when you call me a spy. Sounds so sleazy. Like I should be wearing a trench coat and a bad fedora while I rat out my fellow pack members. I prefer Pack Satisfaction Representative.” Now it was Brody’s turn to roll his eyes, but Annie continued. “I went along to one of their meetings, though I kept my head down. I didn’t see your Mom there, so I can’t be sure she’s involved. I want to say no,” she said softly.

The more Annie spoke, the closer I stood to Brody. In the way of hate groups, they wanted Brody dead and wanted to do it in the most brutal, public way possible. They wanted to execute him on the steps of the Meeting House. As more and more of the details were revealed, I stepped closer and closer to Brody until I was basically on top of him. He wrapped me in his arms without hesitation.

“Ringleaders?”

Annie’s mouth twisted. “I couldn’t pin just one. But they all seemed vaguely surprised by someone trying to blow up your house. I got the impression that they’d mostly been getting together to whine, bitch and daydream about your head on a platter up until that point. I don’t think it had been preplanned by the collective. Just one person going a bit rogue. They are ready to double-down on the effort though. They have been inspired to act.” She looked at me and smiled. “If it makes you feel better, they seemed to be developed enough that they must have begun long before you were on the scene. You just added fuel to the fire; they are definitely anti-everything that isn’t shapeshifter and ‘normal’,” she spat the word like it was poison on her tongue

Brody only seemed vaguely perturbed about the idea that there was a hate group that wanted him dead.

But I was furious. “When do they meet next? I could go in and wipe them all out like that,” I snapped my fingers. We all knew it was true, and my normally pacifist heart was burning right now with the thought of someone wanting to kill Brody. To kill my Mate. The predator in me wanted to shred some things, which simultaneously revved me up and terrified me.

A small huff of laughter passed Brody’s lips. “Aw, Red. You are a lot of things, but you are not a killer. It would haunt you for eternity. What if you got a person who was only coming for the first time and doesn’t necessarily agree with whatever they were saying? An innocent? The teens that are caught up in the fervor of older generations who haven’t had time to understand just how wrong it all is?” He hugged me tightly. “You aren’t a remorseless killer, and that is one of the things I love about you.” He leaned close, trailing his lips until they were just beside my ear. “But I appreciate that you want to protect me, Mate. I love you.” A wave of happiness passed through my chest, and I realized it was the bond. It felt like he was thrumming it with his fingers, pushing emotions around in there. My eyes snapped open to stare up into his beautiful dark eyes.

“That’s weird. Did you just poke around my insides?”

He laughed. “Well, a few times now. Remember last night when I put my–”

“LAAAA! Too much information,” Annie yelled, and Ghost let out a hissing laugh.

My eyes felt like they were open too wide and all the blood in my body was in my cheeks. I tried to do the same thing, but with love and a good chunk of lust. I concentrated on the feeling in my chest that I considered the bond. It was pure and good. The bond had no negative emotions attached. It was just a connection, wrapped in the pureness of love. Then I thought about how much I loved him, how hot I was when his body was pressed to mine. Then I took a deep breath out and pushed all those feelings toward that spot.

I legitimately felt Brody’s skin ripple, and Tex basically jumped from the couch with a yelp.

“Out. Everyone out. Ghost, gather the Protectors and bring them over in two,” Brody looked down at me consideringly, “three hours. Pup, you can stay.”

“Thank fuck,” Tex grumbled, but there was heat in his voice.

Brody was using his Alpha voice, so everyone was moving before he’d even finished. Annie and Ghost were both giving us knowing smirks.

The door hadn’t even shut behind them when Brody spun me in his arms and kissed me like his life depended on it. His mouth devoured mine, and then I felt Tex behind me.

“Bed,” Tex muttered, and Brody grunted, lifting me effortlessly into his arms and striding down the hall toward the bedroom. Tex was out of his clothes and on the bed before we’d even reached the room, and Brody passed me down into his waiting arms. My feet didn’t even touch the floor. Tex wrapped his arms around me, and I straddled his hips, kissing him with hard, frantic movements. He peeled my shirt off with deft hands, barely breaking the contact with my lips. His tongue thrust in and out of my mouth like a foreshadowing on what was about to come. His fingers found the waistband of my cutoff shorts and he unbuttoned them, slipping his fingers inside. He’d memorized my body like his own and found my clit with unerring accuracy. He flicked it and I bucked like I was electrified. He rubbed slowly, building his pace until I was panting. I could feel Brody’s eyes running over my face, watching my pleasure as it built to almost painful heights. I wanted someone inside me now.

I let out a panted, pathetic mewling noise, but that was enough. Brody was behind me, dragging off my shorts. He pulled me to my hands and knees, and I felt his rock hard cock at my entrance. He slammed into me, his length stretching me until it burned so damn good. He let out a sigh of relief, just sitting in me, buried to his balls. My eyes were rolling around in my head, and he wasn’t even moving. Instead of pulling back out, he wrapped his arms under my torso and dragged me down Tex’s body a little more until I was face to cock with Tex’s body. I looked up at the wild grin on his face. Brody didn’t tell me to suck his dick, Brody wasn’t that kind of lover, but he slid all the way out, slamming back in one last time before he set a slow, deep rhythm that had me panting. Tex held his dick as I slid him into my mouth, drawing him out in time with Brody’s thrusts and my panting moans.

I took Tex deeper and deeper into my throat with every slide, until he had his beautiful inked hands wrapped in the blankets as his body bowed off the bed. “Fuck!” he grunted and I hummed my agreement while he was deep in my throat, making him make an animalistic noise.

Brody picked up speed until I was being slammed forward onto Tex’s cock, and my orgasm was threatening to shatter me in two.

“I’m going to cum,” Tex groaned and I pulled him out of my mouth, wrapping my hand around his dick and striking at his femoral artery with my fangs. The thrill of my bite had him cumming all over my hand and his abs and the magic in his blood had me cumming on Brody’s dick, gripping down hard as he still pounded in me. He let out a guttural groan, his thrusts losing their finesse until it was just wild, disjointed fucking. He came on a roar so primal, I was pretty sure they would have heard it in the center of town.

I collapsed onto Tex’s abs, uncaring that I was lying in a pool of bodily fluids. “Note to self. Do not send lust down the bond in mixed company again. Holy hell,” I panted. Brody pulled out, wrapping his body around mine, uncaring how close his face was to Tex’s still semi-hard dick.

“Not recommended.”

Tex grunted. “You may as well have grabbed my dick and pulled it. It was…” he shuddered with pleasure again, just at the memory.

“It’s like an invisible finger stroking your g-spot out of the blue,” Brody clarified. Well, yeah, that would definitely do it.

Tex’s cock was now hard again near my lips. I leaned forward and licked it from base to tip, just because I could. “How can you possibly be hard again,” I muttered.

Tex laughed. “I am always hard for you, Raine. Let’s go shower. I’ll clean off this mess with my tongue,” his fingers brushed over the stickiness on my chest. “I still need to be inside you,” he purred, and it made goosebumps run over my skin. Tex’s voice when he whispered dirty fucking things was a wet dream come to life.

Brody rolled to the side, letting me and Tex up. He slapped Tex on the ass, then me. “Take care of our Mate,” he mumbled, then he was snoring softly.

Let’s just say I felt clean and so, so very dirty by the time I fell back into bed, Brody on one side, and Tex on the other. Surrounded by my Mates, I couldn’t imagine life being better in that moment.

I was learningthe alphabet in sign language, watching Jeopardy and eating Cheetos in a tank top and a pair of Tex’s boxer briefs like the multitasking goddess that I was, when there was a knock at the door. Ghost frowned as he stood from where he sat across from me, walking warily toward the door. His body was tense, but whoever it was couldn’t be too bad, because he still opened it.

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