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“A winged wolf,” Brannigan corrected, his eyes turning sad. “And it smells like a juvenile.”

“A kid?” Edison asked, scrubbing a hand through his icy hair. “Shit.”

“We do not hunt child,” Hugh growled the second he’d shifted back, giving each of us a warning scowl.

“Of course we won’t,” I promised, rushing to him and hugging him tightly. With what his family had done to him, it was no wonder he was sensitive about a kid being hurt. I kissed the skin over his heart and rested my head there, listening to his heartbeat. “So, we’re not hunting to kill anymore, but there’s a kid living in these woods.”

“Which is no place for a child,” Dean muttered.

“So let’s catch them and bring them to Blake Hall,” Slasher said. “They’ll be safe there.”

CHAPTER 7

Have you ever seen those videos of sleeping dogs where their humans hold a treat in front of their nose to see if they’ll wake up? I was about to conduct a very similar experiment.

Careful not to jostle Edison where he slept beside me, I climbed onto the pillow where Hugh slept, my knees either side of his head, and wiggled my pussy above his face. He came awake with a deep growl, broad hands shooting up to grab my thighs, fingers pressing deep into muscle and skin.

I fist-pumped, laughing. Experiment successful!

“Mate,” Hugh rumbled, sending my teeth into my bottom lip when he licked a slow line from my entrance to my clit, lapping up the arousal that had woken him.

“Morning, big guy.” I slid my fingers into his sleep-mussed long hair, scratching his scalp the way I’d discovered he loved, and he groaned, his tongue making another pass.

“Wake up like this every day,” he said, gruff with both sleep and arousal, warm hands exploring up my thighs to my ass as his words vibrated across my pussy. “Fucking heaven.”

I wasn’t about to tell him I was conducting a very scientific experiment, so I just gripped the headboard with my free hand as his tongue lazily lapped and stroked and swirled. My eyelids drooped, heat coiling luxuriously through me, pleasure building at a sedate pace.

“Fuck,” a half-asleep voice groaned beside us. “Why don’t you wake me by riding my face, Blossom?”

I glanced over at Edison to see him rubbing sleep out of his bleary eyes, his left cheek pink with pillow-creases and pale hair sticking up on one side, utterly flattened on the other. Adorable.

“Tomorrow,” I promised him.

“No,” Hugh argued, letting a little growl shudder through my clit, a zap of pleasure making everything tighten and throb. “Mine.”

I tilted my head, considering. “I could probably ride Hugh’s face and suck your cock at the same time.”

Edison’s low laugh was both scratchy and smug. “Sounds perfect to me. Turn my way, Blossom. If I can’t taste your pussy, I want those pretty nipples.”

He thought my nipples were pretty? A flush of pleased heat rushed to my cheeks, and I pulled up the loose shirt I’d slept in1 and angled my torso so he had access.

Hugh squeezed my ass and swirled his tongue over all the sensitive spots at my entrance before thrusting inside. I groaned. Loudly. Not to be outdone, Edison caught my nipple between his teeth and tugged, sensation shooting right to my clit.

“Where are the other bastards?” he asked before moving to my next nipple. He scraped his teeth over my skin before he caught it in his lips, his warm mouth dragging a soft moan from me.

“Dean and Bran went to set up a search party,” I replied, voice huskier than it was a minute ago. “I don’t know where Slasher went. To get breakfast or kill someone, could be either.”

“Could be both,” Hugh said against my clit, his tongue flattening against it now. My hips bucked, and it felt so good that I did it on purpose, riding his tongue, my hips tilted so my clit met his tongue on each stroke.

“Greedy girl,” Edison chided, biting my nipple harder the next time. I gasped, sparks flashing through my nerves. “You gonna ride Hugh’s face until you come?”

“Yes,” I breathed, a catch in my voice.

“Slower, little scorpion,” Hugh rumbled, hands moving to my hips to control my pace. I growled as the climax rapidly approaching slowed, mellowed.

“Faster,” I argued, looking down at him and insanely turned on by the sight of his face buried in my pussy, dark hair splayed over the pillow.

“Do you need to be bound and gagged?” Edison sighed.

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