Page 95 of Wild Wolf

The week since we had brought down Vard’s criminal organisation had passed in a flurry of chaos that I was still struggling to take in. Max had been good to his word, not only helping us cover every scrap of evidence about the grotesque science Vard had practiced, but also in solving the issue of our criminality. Tiberius had also decided to trust Sin based on his other son’s word and had released them from the bond which kept them together at all times.

It turned out that helping save the kingdom from one of the most wanted war criminals to have escaped the justice of the reigning monarchy came with a bag full of pardons, albeit that they were somewhat hushed up.

Officially, Roary couldn’t be pardoned because of the death bond he had struck all those years ago, but every record of his crimes including any photographic ID of him had been mysteriously deleted from all of the FIB databases.

Cain and Hastings had been ‘rescued’ and retired from their posts as guards at Darkmore without any further investigation, while the years added to Ethan’s after the mishap in Darkmore had been removed, meaning he was a free man.

For me and Sin, it was slightly different, both of us having been given a complete pardon under the claims that both of us had been secretly working for the FIB up to and including our incarceration at Darkmore. Every murder Sin had committed had indeed been carried out against Fae well deserving of their fates and my crimes weren’t all that easy to pin down in the first place.

All in all, we were free in the truest and fullest sense of the word and it was a fact that was only just beginning to sink in. Plunger had headed off, disappearing down a Mole hole one night without a goodbye. Soon after, I’d received a postcard with a Bear paw print on it and a photo of the mountains with the message ‘Your tunneller discovered his calling in our caves, hound. Sending well wishes.’ If Pudding could tolerate Plunger’s company then that was up to him, but I hoped to never to see his bare ass while he dug his way into a hole again.

I stepped into my bedroom in the Oscura stronghold, pausing on the threshold as I found all four of my men awaiting me there, their heads turning to me the moment I had appeared.

“What is it?” I asked, tension coiling through my limbs at the fierce looks I was receiving, my hackles raising in anticipation of some threat I was yet to comprehend. But that made no real sense. All threats against us had finally been vanquished and we were beyond the point of needing to jump at shadows.

“We’ve been having a little chat, wild girl,” Sin said in a low voice, moving away from his position beside the window, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside as he prowled towards my bed where Ethan already perched.

“About?” I asked, my eyes slipping from him to Roary who was smirking at me from where he leaned against my wardrobe, to Cain who stood with his arms folded close to the place where Sin had been standing before he’d moved.

“Well, the way I see it, we have a problem,” Sin said, kicking his boots and socks off before jumping onto my bed and reclining against the pillow.

“Oh?” I stepped fully into the room, closing the door at my back and locking it for good measure because in this house there was always some nosey stronzo lurking close by.

“Yeah,” Sin sighed. “We’ve been back from saving the world a full week and each of us boys have only had our pocket sticks rocked two times each.”

“Pocket sticks?” I questioned and Roary snorted.

“Four times,” Cain said in a low tone which made Sin frown sharply, his arm swinging out to point at my Vampire in accusation.

“How did I miss that?” he barked.

“You were sleeping once and the other time I think you’d gone to pick grapes with the pups,” Cain shrugged, a cocky look on his face which was well enough deserved in light of the orgasms he’d gifted me during those stolen moments in his arms.

“Yeah, well, this is exactly the shit I’m referencing,” Sin said, his gaze flicking back to me. “There’s too much one cock action taking place for a pack this full of man meat.”

“Is that right?” I asked, a breath of laughter escaping me.

“It is. Which is why I’m gonna have to take the reins and start organising us as a unit. First things first – we gotta get our group antics in order. Which is why I want you on your knees in front of me wild girl, taking a cock in the ass and another in the cunt. I’ll look you in the eyes while you come all over them then we’ll see where to go from there until all the ingredients in this room are fully satisfied with the proceedings.”

“Is that so?” I purred, moving further into the room, my eyes slipping from Roary to Ethan, to Cain and then back to Sin. “And what if I have another idea in mind?”

Sin’s smile widened and he waved a hand at me in deference.

“Then by all means, proceed,” he said.

I grinned as I considered my options then strode for Ethan who still sat perched on the end of my bed, tugging my shirt over my head as I approached him.

Ethan grinned cockily, removing his own shirt before I could reach him and I removed my pants, socks and shoes before moving to straddle him in my underwear.

I kissed him deeply as his hands closed around my waist, a moan sliding from me as I languished in the taste of his tongue against mine.

His hands skimmed up my back, finding the clasp to my bra and undoing it with a flick of his thumb.

I rolled my hips, feeling the solid press of his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants and riding my clit over it as my arousal rose with every second.

I raised a hand, beckoning for Cain and my Vampire shot to me, moving to stand at my back, his fingers teasing my hair over one shoulder before his mouth moved to my neck.

“That’s it, big boy,” Sin purred as he watched us. “I know you’ve been desperate to work your way into one of these sandwiches, haven’t you?”

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