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"Yes, sir." The honorific comes out without me even thinking about it, and all the guys let out pained groans. It wasn't intended to be sexual, but that's obviously what they took from it. I'm not even sure how much older Hunter is than me, but it can't bethatmany years.
Hunter gives them a scathing look before fixing his attention back on me. "As your pack, it's our job to take care of you, and it's your job to trust us enough to let us do that."
"What about Miles?" I ask softly.
"Miles…I get the impression that he doesn't want tofeellike he's being taken care of, but he still wants the benefits, all while still feeling like he's taking care of you."
"That sounds fair," Miles chimes in.
Hunter merely shakes his head with a soft chuckle before fixing his eyes back on me. "You…youwantto be taken care of, don't you, bluebell?"
Do I? I suppose…when you don't know any different…it's easy to think that the attainable isn't even a possibility.
"Yes, sir. I think do." I don't know why I keep calling him "sir", except for the fact that it's what feelsright.
"Fuckme," Miles mutters, and I flash him a smile.
"Not tonight, babe."
Then Hunter surprises the hell out of me, brushing a kiss to my temple. "I look forward to it," he murmurs, his lips moving against my skin, and shiver runs through my body.
Well hell, I'm looking forward to it too.
Chapter 33
Kieran
"Dude, what the fuck?" Noah's voice echoes in my office at work, his pissed expression nearly drawing a laugh out of me.
Not even having Bethany safe in my arms last night, the rest of our pack around us, was enough to quell the protective rage simmering under the surface at the knowledge that Noah gave her advice on how to handle the voicemails from Pack Douche Canoe and didn't give us a damn heads up.
"Is everything okay, Noah?" I ask innocently. "To what do I owe this oh-so-pleasant call from my asshole brother-in-law?"
"I'mthe asshole?" he sputters, making me grin. "You sent me a fucking glitter bomb!"
Boy, did I.
His hair, his face, his damn eyelashes are all coated in fine, silvery glitter. He turns the phone around so I can see his home office, where every monitor, keyboard and hard drive is covered in the same sparkly substance. "Do you know how long it's going to take me to get this off of everything?!" He asks angrily, turning the camera back on himself.
I can't hold back my snort. "Yes, but now your outside matches your shining personality."
Hisface contorts in anger before he spits out, "You're a dick."
"Sure, but I'm the dick who sent you a harmless glitter bomb. You're the dick who gave my mate advice on what to do with harassing voicemails from an ex-pack and didn't think to fucking tell me."
"…Harassing voicemails?" His pissed off expression turns confused for a moment before he curses under his breath. "Hold on." Then, the phone moves like he's holding it down by his side, and all I can see is black. "Hey, princess!"
Ew.
"Hey—why are you covered in glitter?" I suppress a snort at the surprise in my sister's voice.
"That friend that you asked my advice for a few weeks ago? Did that happen to be Bethany?"
"…Yeah, why?"
"Because your brother is on the phone, my office is covered in glitter, and we're both pissed as hell."
I hear a little huff of breath, and I see both Noah and Hannah's faces, sitting on their downstairs couch. "Speak, asshole."
