Page 70 of A Pack of Mistletoe
“Hands only,” I warn.
“Yes, ma’am,” Logan answers, his voice rough silk.
Evander tries to focus, but Logan’s rhythm is precise and practiced. The two of them know each other like they know themselves.
The coil in my belly winds tight. Every nerve is on fire.
“I’m—fuck, I’m close,” Evander gasps into my cunt.
Logan’s eyes meet mine, and I nod once.
He slicks himself with lube from the nightstand. Spreads Evander open with two fingers. Stretches him. Prepares him. It only makes Evander more eager with my pussy.
Then, Logan pushes in.
Evander moans like he’s being devoured from the inside out. Logan fucks him with brutal precision, each thrust pushing Evander’s face harder into my cunt. His tongue stutters. His fingers curl.
And I shatter.
I come with a cry, fisting Evander’s hair, grinding against his mouth. Logan doesn’t stop. He fucks Evander harder, breath breaking, hips slamming into ass as Evander works me through the aftershocks. We're both using Evander’s body and he shows how much he loves it when he comes all over Logan’s hand still wrapped around his cock. Shot after shot of hot cum paint my floor.
Then Logan groans—loud and raw—and spills inside him. His hand slips down and pushes a finger inside me alongside Evander’s, curling—
Pleasure detonates again.
My body convulses, less earth shattering than before but full of release. My vision blurs. I ride every last tremor until I’m boneless and soaked.
When it’s over, I sprawl on the bed, flushed and trembling. Both alphas kneel at my feet, panting, undone, marked by me in every possible way.
The room smells like sex and power andmine.
And for the first time all day, I feel whole.
Harlan
The urge to drive down to the Morales’ house and settle this alpha-to-alpha is strong. If it wouldn’t make things legally a thousand times worse, I would. Instead, we filed injunctions, sent cease-and-desist letters. Wyatt came to carry out Evander’s instructions. Out of the five of us, Wyatt’s made the most connection in town. His cornbread was the hit of the Christmas party. So he was assigned character letters and witness duty.
When we walk back into the house the fireplace is roaring and Evander’s holding a box. The whole place smells like peppermint, pine, cinnamon… and sex, heavy and sweet underneath it all.
My alpha instincts snap to the surface, though I manage to keep them leashed. I stalk up to Evander and catch him by the back of the neck. “Someone’s been a bad boy.” The low growl in my voice is impossible to hide.
“He was actually a very good boy,” Rose says from where she’s leaning in the bedroom doorway. My eyes slide to hers. Logan stands next to her looking absolutely lovestruck. I know the feeling.
“Has he?” I ask, letting go of Evander’s neck and turning fully toward Rose. Logan’s throat works as if he’s swallowing
She pushes off the doorframe and sidles up to me. I take in everything. The slow roll of her hips, the quirk of her eyebrow. I slide the hand not holding Evander's neck around hers, my thumb brushing her pulse. She may look calm and collected, but her heart is racing. After the disaster of someone trying to strip her autonomy, taking control helped. But she also needs togivecontrol and be reminded she’s still safe. She tilts her chin slightly, a silent dare that makes myalpha want to press harder, but she’s still glowing with command from whatever she just did in the bedroom.
“He has. They both have,” she says as Logan strolls into the living room with a lopsided grin. His swagger is back. Heat pools low in my gut at the sight. My brat is back.
I lean down and capture her lips. She tastes sweet and spicy with just a hint of Logan still on her tongue. Her tongue tangles with mine. It's bolder than before, and I love it. My beautiful mate. She nips at my bottom lip, a subtle punishment for making her wait, and I rumble in answer.
When we break apart, Evander’s still holding the box, watching with a hungry, wild look on his handsome face.
“What’s that for?” I ask, gently taking it from his hands. It Jingles.
“Thought a nice distraction tonight would be finally decorating the tree,” he says, still a little wide-eyed.
In the kitchen Wyatt’s banging pots for more hot cocoa. Kai wraps Rose up from behind, clearly needing to reassure himself she’s okay. She reaches up, strokes his face, whispers something that makes him smile.
