Archer charges at Noah again and manages to land a blow, one hard enough to send Noah to the ground. He smirks at his fallen friend. “Boohoo, did little Noah get his feelings hurt? Well, fuck you.”
Noah runs a hand across his jaw before springing back to his feet. “No, Archer. Fuck y—”
“Damn it, that’s enough. Stop!” Miles inserts himself between the quarreling men and forces them apart. I’m reminded of those mothers who tap into a sudden burst of superhuman strength to save a child trapped beneath a car. That’s the only way to explain Miles’s ability to overpower the two much larger alphas.
Noah easily pushes him aside. “He had no right to—”
“I don’t care. This has all gone too fucking far.” Miles slaps them both across the face open-handed. Thankfully, it seems to knock some sense back into them. Now it’s his sandalwood and bergamot scent that overpowers the room, rivaled only by the intensity of Noah’s cedar and cayenne.
“That’s right. Now kiss and make up,” Ben yells as he continues to hug me to his chest, attempting to assuage their hostility with humor.
Noah puts both hands on his hips and glares at Ben. “You’ve got to fucking be kidding me.”
But Ben’s clearly had enough of this bickering. He shakes his head and lowers his voice to an agitated growl. “You guys just don’t get it, do you? We’re a new pack. The others are out there just looking for a reason to get rid of us. You think they want to share power? No. And since more packs means a smaller piece of the pie for everyone, they’re always looking for ways to up their share. I know I’m usually the one with the jokes. But know what’s really funny here? They don’t even need to lift a finger. We’re destroying ourselves from the inside. Now kiss and make up like I fucking said.”
“All this petty jealousy isn’t worth it.” Miles drops his hands but keeps a close eye on both Noah and Archer to make sure they don’t start up again. When they both remain rooted to the spot, he nods and continues, “Do you want to go back to the life we had before? When we were nothing, worse than nothing even. We were the alpha children of no-name packs, destined to live life unfulfilled and then die young, perhaps brutally. Archer saved us from that fate, Noah. He may have taken liberties with Violet, but your reaction is way over the line. Remember who you were, and look at what we are now. Is it worth throwing away for some hormonal temper tantrum?”
Ben places a kiss on top of my head, then turns me into his chest. “This pack needs to come together. We’ve needed it for a long time. That’s why we found Violet to bring us closer, not drive us further fucking apart.”
And he’s right. He’s absolutely fucking right. I’m supposed to bring them together. And I can. I can do this for them. I can grant them this one gift in the wake of my mistakes and dishonesty. I can unite Pack Muldoon… first with me, and then against me.
“Ben and Miles are right. We need to come together.” I slowly extricate myself from Ben’s arms and step toward the others, letting Ben’s shirt fall from my shoulders.
I am not a temptress nor have I ever been skilled at the game of seduction. This is no longer a game, but even still, I’m playing to win. Not to capture hearts for myself, but to gain security for them and their future.
The guys need this before their pack crumbles to dust and gets blown away by the persistent summer winds.
“Let’s come together,” I say, biting my lip as I look down upon my naked body and then up at Alpha Noah, inhaling his cedar and cayenne deeply, eager to take even more of him inside me. “Come to me.”
Hands. So many hands.
Noah is the first to break, and then the others fall like dominoes.
Shirts and pants fly off. This isn’t the nest I’d worked so hard to prepare, nor is it my heat. This moment has been born of tension and hatred and grudges and lies… and yet it is so needed. It is so appreciated.
“Take me,” I tell any of them, all of them. “Take me however you want to take me. Just do it together as a pack.”
Miles stands behind me, pressing his hard cock into my back as he reaches around to finger my pussy. Of course my sweet cinnamon roll is making sure to put my needs first, and I love him for it.
Maybe it’s fast. Maybe it’s crazy. Maybe it’s all built on secrets and lies, but I love him. Love them. Love us together.
We’re all fucked up, but our jagged broken parts fit together to make something new, something beautiful and whole.
I grab Ben’s cock in one hand and Noah’s in the other and stroke them in sync. Archer presses against my front and sticks his tongue down my throat, inviting a fresh swell of slick to coat my folds.
So much is happening I can scarcely keep track. But nobody is throwing punches or volleying threats. Instead we’re moaning and groaning together in pleasure, together as one pack, united, whole.
“Noah,” I moan against Archer’s lips, letting go of Ben’s cock to free a hand. Gently I push Archer away and reach for Noah with both hands.
He needs it most, so he’ll be first.
“Give me your knot. Be my first.” I catch Archer’s eye, and a silent agreement forms between us. Whatever Archer thinks he knows, he’s wrong. Soon he’ll learn just how wrong, but for now, I’ll give him this gift. I will fix his world before I shatter it anew.
Noah’s kisses are wet and frantic as he moves his cock toward my entrance, but just as I expect him to plunge deep inside, he turns away, leaving me cold and confused.
“What happened?” I ask as the others move to caress me in his place.
“Want you on top,” he says, beckoning. “Want to watch your sweet face and perky tits as I drive into you. Me. Only me.”