“Your dirty talk to women needs some practice,” Zev says, dryly. “It’s never made me call out your dad’s name before.”
“It can make me spank you, however,” Jackson warns. “So, watch your pretty mouth.”
“Your dirty talk is improving already.” Zev shudders like he’s desperate to be laid over Jackson’s lap. “My ass is all tingly.”
“Father is not going to be a problem.” Jackson massages his thumbs into the tense muscles of my shoulders, until I relax again. “I swear, you’re fine. Remember, you’re meant to call me Captain.”
Zev caresses my calves. “I have half the country begging for the kinky details and the other half demanding our right for a replay of the game. There’s nothing to worry about, love. Right now, I’m focused on the kinky.”
“I second that,” Asher calls, quickening his strokes on Cygnus, palming over the head of his dick.
“I third it,” Cygnus gasps.
“Then passed.” Jackson arches his brow. “Don’t you love a democracy?”
“I love this pack,” Asher’s voice is softer than normal. “I love that I get a vote in it.”
Jackson’s expression gentles. “You always will. I don’t believe in First or Second Omegas or wards being treated like servants. I hope that I’ve made that clear. I’m an orphan too. I’ve spent years being treated like I was worthless and a second class citizen with no control over what was done to me. I’ll never treat someone else like that, simply because I’m the one in a position of power.”
Something that was coiled tight in my chest, unwinds at his words.
I’ve been troubled about Asher, but now, I can finally let myself go.
He’s accepted.
Equal like I needed.
I can trust these men.
My Alphas.
I can lose myself to the heat.
I throw back my head, as warmth washes over me. My back bows.
Jackson’s plush lips press against mine, and I push upwards searching out more sensation, pleasure, anything.
Jackson’s tongue tangles with mine for a moment, but then, he draws back.
His gaze meets mine. “I will do anything to make sure that you survive this heat. I still need to know that you consent to our bonding you. You’re wanted, loved, cherished. My knot is yours forever.”
My heart swells with joy. “Captain.”
“Aww, the Ice King melts,” Zev teases.
“My hand is still hard, if you really want me to test it out, my prince.” Jackson buries his hand in Zev’s hair pulling him closer, so that his body is pressed against mine.
Zev’s eyes are glassy. He’s falling into rut, the same as I’m falling into heat.
When Jackson smacks his ass with a crisp sound, the vibrations thrum through me in turn.
It feels fucking amazing.
It pushes Zev’s crotch against my pussy, and both our eyes widen at the same time.
“Again,” Zev gasps. “Harder.”
Jackson smacks his hand lower down on Zev’s ass, where it meets his thigh, harder this time.