Page 82 of Shattered

This time he laughed out loud then groaned as his dick gave a hearty throb. “Yes. I think you’re going to be a little messy when I pull out.”

“Just a little?” She glanced back at him, arching a brow.

“Okay, a lot.” He began to move again. “Shit, Aurora, this is what you’re in for every full moon. You need to think long and hard about us.” His strokes were short, shallow. He couldn’t stop himself since the wolf was still right there with him. As much as he was human, he was also wolf, and, if she’d been a shifter like him, he’d have forced them both to shift, so he could continue to fuck her. Just the thought of it had him coming more.

“Don’t say long and hard while you’re inside of me.” She melted round him. “I’m not going to be able to walk after this.”

Pride puffed up his chest, even though he didn’t deserve it. “Give it time.” He positioned them, so they could sit. “We’ll be like this for a while, might as well get comfortable.”

“Says the man who’s knotting me,” she quipped, rolling her hips.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He spread her legs with his and began rubbing her clit.

“Mac?”

“Go with it, star.” He pressed his forehead to her shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

“Don’t you mean, we’ve got you?” She peered up at him.

“Yeah.” The wolf, content with being tied to her, relaxed giving Mackenzie a sense of peace he’d been missing for a long time. “We’ve got you.”

“We’re frying the turkeys this year. So, we need to get the fryers up and running.” Kalkin made his way over to where Mackenzie stood attaching a small propane tank to one of the cookers. Royce stood over another pouring oil into it. “If you could help Royce fill the others, that would be great.”

They hadn’t been late, per se, but he did receive a bunch of looks as he stepped into Kalkin’s house with Aurora by his side along with Liam, Riley, and Abby. Once he and Aurora separated, they showered quickly and redressed. He’d been the first one to leave the room, which gave him time to talk with his son.

Once again, he found Liam in a compromised situation, only this time his boy had been crying. The scent of desperation and frustration filled his room. Shit, it ripped Mackenzie in two. The poor kid was trying to relive himself and thought he’d broke something when the knot appeared. Mackenzie asked God, if he was real, to give him strength. By the time he was able to get his son ready to go, Abby and Riley were ready and waiting.

He glanced up as Jefferson grabbed a jug of oil off of the table then went to the fryer next to Royce. “What a morning, huh?”

Royce chuckled. “You can say that. Not every day you see your father-in-law in such a compromising situation.”

Jefferson huffed out a laugh. “Not something a parent ever wishes a child to see, either.”

“Eh, it happens. We’re kind of used to it in this family.” Royce shrugged.

“What?” Mackenzie’s attention snapped to his son and Charisma’s father.

“What are you three clucking about?” Nico joined them, filling the container next to Jefferson.

“Getting caught in the act,” Royce stated, placing a thermometer into the cooker.

“Who got caught this time?” Nico asked, as he rolled his eyes.

“Jochi and I did,” Jefferson answered.

Nico stopped pouring the oil and turned his head. “No shit? Who was it?”

“Charisma,” Royce added. “And myself.”

Nico whistled. “Knock on wood, Hayden and I haven’t been interrupted yet.”

“Karma,” Royce muttered. “Your day will come.”

Nico shrugged. “At least we don’t put locks on our doors.”

“You’ve lost me,” Jefferson said. “What’s with all the banter about locks on doors. I’ve heard it a couple of times now.”

“When Hayden was younger, she had a bad habit of just walking in on people,” Royce said, giving Mackenzie a quick look. “Add in the situation with Mac and Holly, and well... You can see why there were needs to take precaution.”

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