Page 85 of Bonded By Christmas
A meth lab in a shitty motel seems like the type of cover-up that will have him creaming his panties, especially considering the culprits are from out of state. He can push the narrative that it was an outside danger brought in by criminals lookingto expand their territory. It’s like I can hear his speech now.Through staunch police work, we were able to beat the criminals back before they could gain a foothold in our fine city.
I’m more concerned about what happens when the MC president finds out everyone he sent to Boston is dead.
If nothing else, we have mutually assured destruction with the O’Connors, meaning they’ll be as responsible for handling that problem as we are. Maybe even more so, depending on exactly what Charlotte’s involvement with the MC was. It leaves me wondering if she’s already shared that information with them.
I can’t understand why Malachy would volunteer to help Callum with his ludicrous plan, otherwise. Perhaps they’re more attached to the omega than Patrick let on in our conversations.
Jesus.
That would be a blessing.
Charlotte and her baggage would become the O’Connors’ problem to manage. Not to mention, the implications for their engagement to Vanessa. If the O’Connor brothers find happiness with Charlotte, that would free up Vanessa Chapman to do as she damn well pleases.
The thought is almost too good to be true.
And frankly?
My luck isn’t that solid.
Three alphas and one omega shoved into a shower—even one as grandiose as the one in the pack bathroom—is not a pleasant experience.That goes to show you what stubbornness gets you, some dark part of my mind taunts.
Not one of us was willing to be apart from Lacey to shower separately, so we tackle that as a pack. Even if I’m the one who hasn’t had a chance to sink my teeth into that little omega, I’m resigned to the fact we are a unit. Even fucking Callum, who I spend a while absently daydreaming about strangling.
We’re all exhausted as we dress, and very little is said as we snuggle up together in the nest.
There are a whole host of problems I still need to address, but those will have to be tomorrow’s worries.
I’m burning alive when I wake up. It’s a level of heat I didn’t think was attainable during winter, even if I were sitting directly in front of the fireplace.
My eyes pop open, and Callum’s gaze meets mine over Lacey’s shoulder. She stripped out of Grim’s shirt and snuggled right on top of my bare chest when we fell asleep, but I’m still in my sweats.
“She’s feverish,” Callum whispers, brushing his fingers over her cheek. “I’m going to grab the thermometer and lube, but you need to get inside her.”
I continue to blink at him as my mind processes his words. I was asleep ten seconds ago, so it’s a slow process.
Callum must get tired of waiting. He crawls down the bed, grabs the tops of my sweatpants, and tugs them down. Once he hits the end of the bed, he loops his fingers in the ankle holes and proceeds to pull my fucking sweats off.
Society fails to mention this kind of thing when raving about pack life. It’s scary as shit to be responsible for someone else’s well-being when I don’t even know what I’m doing.
My nostrils flare, picking up exactly how potent Lacey’s pheromones are.
She whimpers, her face rolling around my skin. She grinds over my lower stomach like she’s desperately searching for something.
Probably a knot.
Shit.
My dick is already hard, and it bounces around her backside as she moves.
“You awake?” I murmur. “Lacey?”
She huffs, but her eyes don’t open. Her skin is so hot it’s physically uncomfortable to have her resting on top of me, and that tells me I need to act.
While I could run her a cool bath, my instincts are convinced we know what she needs. Being locked on my knot will help lower her fever, and it should settle any cramps she might be experiencing.
My fingertips brush up and down her spine as I attempt to wake her enough to gain consent to slip inside her. We’ve already been intimate several times, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got blanket permission to slam my cock into her tight little cunt anytime I please.
“Wake up for me, beautiful.” I get to the top of her back and tease my fingers over Callum’s bondmark on her throat. It makes her moan as she grinds over me, but she doesn’t respond.
