All I kept thinking about was my brothers, my mind utterly consumed with their well-being, wondering if they were hungry or warm. If they had eaten. If Ryden had formula. If I was worried this much about my brothers, I would hate to be mom when she woke up. This was pure torture, and I was never having kids if it meant spending all my time worrying about them like this.
The door opened, and Tyson walked in. He shivered, and a growl escaped him.
“It’s like an igloo in here,” Tyson mumbled, turning the AC down. Ace moved again on the couch, tugging me against him.
“Will you stop?” I hissed at him and his grabby hands. Instead, he ignored me, rolling over and pressing me against the couch and moving between my legs.
“Ace!” I snapped when his lips went to my neck as he nipped at it. His erection pressed against my cotton shorts. Tingles rushed across my skin as he nipped at my neck. He thrust his hips against me, and I fought the moan that tried to escape me. The last thing I needed to do was provoke him more.
“Ace!” I growled while Lucille remained quiet, almost dormant in my head.I could actually use her strength right now, but no, she runs off somewhere in my head.
“You smell so good,” Ace groaned, nipping at my mark.
“It’s called deodorant. You should try it, now get off me.”
“She does smell different,” I heard Tyson murmur, and I felt Ace’s hands grip the side of my shorts as he tried to tug them down. I sank my teeth into his shoulder, and he groaned. I huffed, annoyed as he kept pawing at my clothes, trying to remove them.
“How can you even be thinking of sex right now? Get off me, or I will toss you on your damn ass. last warning, Ace.” Yet he chose to ignore me and pinned my hands in his above my head.
“Then let me change your mind.”I will change his in a damn minute, I thought to myself angrily. He ground himself against me, and I lifted my hips since he had my hands trapped and turned, making him topple off the couch. I landed on top of him, my legs straddling his hips, and he gripped my thighs, his eyes the black of his wolf when I throat-punched him. He choked, clutching his throat, and I got to my feet.
“I fucking warned you,” I snapped at him, stalking off down the hall. Tyson whistled and chuckled.
“Well, that’s what your stupid ass gets,” Tyson told him while Ace gasped behind me. I shook my head, wondering how he could even think of anything other than the situation at hand. I was about to walk into the spare bedroom when Tyson growled behind me.
“No, Ace’s room. We are all staying together,” Tyson commanded, and I gritted my teeth against the order as it rolled over me, pissed off he would even use it on me.
“Lucy, not tonight. Sleep where you want after all this shit is over, but until Jamie is found, we remain together,” Tyson said, walking past me and pushing Ace’s bedroom door open. I glared at him before stalking past him and into the room. My blood felt like it was boiling in my veins as I climbed into the bed. Ace came in a few seconds later and mumbled an apology which I ignored.
“He didn’t mean to upset you, Lucy. Cut him some slack. Your scent is extra potent tonight,” Tyson mumbled, his eyes flickering, and I lay on my back, both of them sticking to the edge of the bed like they were too scared to get too close to me.
I didn’t blame them. I was in a terrible mood, and it suited me just fine. Plus, it was sweltering. I sat up, keeping an eye on the clock. Each minute passing felt like an hour, but eventually, they both fell asleep, yet both wouldn’t stop squirming in their sleep, and their arousal was ticking me off.
How could they both be so horny while sleeping while I was in a murderous mood and Lucille was anxious and quiet? I could feel how uncomfortable she was, but her anxiousness helped keep me awake.
When it was nearly midnight, I heard movement outside and knew it was Melana. I tried to untangle myself from them and climb over Tyson when he gripped my hips.
He groaned lewdly in his sleep, rubbing me against his erection, and I fought back my own sudden arousal. His hands on my bare legs sent sparks straight up between my thighs. I fought the sudden urge off, struggling to get a grip on myself.
Melana is outside, I reminded myself.My brothers, my brothers, I need to find my brothers, I repeatedly chanted in my head, wondering why I was suddenly struggling with control. Tyson murmured in his sleep, and I saw Ace squirm on the other side of the bed. I forced myself to step off the bed, and Tyson’s hands fell back to his sides.
I quickly rushed out of the room, tiptoeing down the hall. I had no time to change and scoop my sneakers up from the door. Everything in me was trying to pull me back to my mates, some urge I couldn’t explain, and the further I moved through the house, the stronger it got.
I carefully picked up Ace’s car keys, making sure not to jiggle them before carefully unlocking the door and slipping into the night. The crunch of the gravel made my feet ache, the breeze caressing my skin like shards stabbing into my skin as I raced up the side of the house to the garage. Melana waited in the shadows and stepped out, and I held the keys out to her.
She took them and pressed the key fob unlocking the doors, and the beep had us both freezing and glancing at the house nervously. When they didn’t come rushing out, we opened the doors and climbed in, and Melana tossed a bag onto the backseat. Melana placed the keys in the ignition and turned the dash on before putting the car in neutral. I glanced at her because she still hadn’t closed her door completely.
“We start the car, they will hear us before we get out of the driveway,” she whispered before stepping out. I opened the door catching on, and we carefully pushed it out of the garage, letting it roll past the house before jumping back in.
Melana steered the car away from the house and down the long gravel road a bit before shutting her door and starting the car. I closed my door, and I glanced back at the packhouse in the distance but saw no lights turn on and figured we were safe.
I let out a breath and turned back to face the front when she put the car in gear and took off. I wound the window down, needing air. Sweat dripped off me, and nausea rolled over me before we were completely off the gravel road.
“You okay?” Melana asked, and I nodded, feeling the blood drain from my face.
I felt terrible. The further we drove, the worse I got; something was trying to pull me back home. We had been driving for over an hour, and our city was miles away from the secluded road that we had pulled onto when Melana suddenly pulled over. She checked her phone.
“Shit, I have no reception,” Melana murmured before hopping out of her car. She rummaged in the backseat, pulling a map from the bag and a flashlight. I hopped out when she walked around to the hood of the vehicle, unrolling the map, the flashlight between her teeth. I clutched the side of the car. My stomach was aching, making me double over.