“Let’s go tomorrow. It’s a quick drive and Scarlett is coming into town,” I say, bouncing in excitement.
“So, is that a yes? You guys want me to take the position?” Theoden taps his fingers on the desk, his scent warming.
“I think we’ll all be super happy.” I kiss his temple. “It has something for all of us.”
Theoden opens his arms, pulling the three of us into an embrace. “And then some. We will have everything we could ask for.”
“Which I already have,” I muse, kissing each of them. “All I really want and need is you. All of you. Anything else is just frosting on the cake.”
THEODEN
Pleasure ignites through my body, and my fingers tighten in Amber’s hair, slowing her down as she bobs her head, sucking me off. She’s completely insatiable, her desire running hot as my own. If we never had to leave our bed, we wouldn’t. But it’s the first thing in the morning, and we’ve been dying to find out if she’s glowing because she’s happy or because she swells with life—or both.
“Come for me, Theoden,” she murmurs, her breath whispering across my cock. “We’re not leaving this bed until you do.”
Damn. I love when she commands me. I’d bow at her feet every second or every day if she allowed it.
“He’s not coming until you do, kitten.” Beau shifts the blankets, peeking at us from between Amber’s legs. “So stop squirming before I make Gabe pin you down.”
Gabe groans from beside me, his cock standing at attention as Amber jerks him off as desperately as she sucks me into her mouth, turning this morning into a competition with Beau.
“You better fucking win, Beau,” Gabe says, trying to slow Amber’s hand down. “She won’t take the test otherwise. That was the deal.”
I chuckle, tangling my fingers in Amber’s hair. “She’s going easy on us, so you better hurry. I can smell her desire. She’s about to choose one of us to finish.”
Beau growls between her legs, gripping her hips to pin her down. My balls tighten as she wiggles and squirms, trying her best to fight her oncoming orgasm.
But her resistance is futile. Her cherry-vanilla scent heats up like a fresh gooey pie from the oven, and she squirts across Beau’s face with her scream. It’s enough to set me off, and I grunt as I come, the release of pleasure relaxing my muscles.
“Fuck yeah, kitten! Get in the fucking bathroom.” Beau pumps his fist and swipes his hand across his face, grinning like he just won the Olympics in cunnilingus.
Amber pants and sinks into the pillow, not moving as she comes down from her ecstasy. And damn I love it. I could fight off Beau and go another round with my alpha. I want to so desperately, but Amber relents and stretches up her arms.
“You have to carry me, do all the work, draw us all a bath, and then make us breakfast,” she says, nuzzling her face to his neck.
“Hell yeah, I will. I’ll do anything for my pack.” Beau spins Amber around, making her laugh, and Gabe and I clean up the bed, gathering the sheets. Amber kicks Beau out of the bathroom and closes the door, smiling the whole time she does it.
Fuck me. She sure knows how to drive a man wild.
The three of us stand in silence, staring at the closed door, waiting impatiently. Amber hums a familiar melody, one from her childhood, and then she finally opens the door.
Beau charges in first, practically shoving Gabe out of the way. But Amber bypasses him and dances into my arms, drawing in deep breaths of my scent.
“Two minutes is going to take fucking forever,” Beau mutters, standing at the sink, staring at the pregnancy test.
I chuckle and guide Amber up beside him. Gabe remains silent, holding his breath.
I pat Beau on the back. “Just relax. It’ll all be worth the wait.”
thirty
AMBER
ONE YEAR LATER
It’s been one year since Pack Vega found Jade’s broken body and gave her a proper burial near her former home in Las Vegas. She’s not interred in a cemetery—my sister was always far too unconventional for that. Instead, they’ve bought a small plot of land away from the city and planted a beautiful garden. Jade rests beneath a willow tree with long sweeping branches that reach down and tickle her tombstone. I think she’d like that, too.
The thick hanging branches also create a bubble of privacy, giving each of us a private moment with the sister we lost as we take turns speaking with her.