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He slapped my ass as he drove me face-first into the sheets and I could only pant curses at him as he fucked me hard and deep until I was coming again, my pussy squeezing his cock tightly, forcing him to give in and finally fall with me.

We collapsed into a heap of sweaty, tangled limbs on the bed and Sin toyed with my hair while Cain knotted his fingers with mine.

“Not bad for a first rodeo,” Sin murmured thoughtfully. “Let’s give it a ten minute recovery period and then I’ll give you my notes for round two.”

I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief as my racing heart fought to settle and my pleasure-washed limbs fell entirely out of use, but if the press of hard bodies and harder cocks surrounding me were anything to go by, I knew that our night of debauchery had only just begun.

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

A FEW WEEKS AFTER THAT

I’d spent a whole weekend with my dad and Maximus, off on a camping trip where we’d sat around a campfire. I’d sung songs and burned shit, which was just my kind of fun. Dad seemed to have enjoyed putting out my fires and he’d asked me a bazillion questions about my life while I’d asked a bazillion questions in return. We were becoming something real special, something I’d never had before. He’d even asked to see me weekly, wanting to ensure we forged a proper bond and I was all giddy inside about that as I skipped up the driveway to the Oscura household.

Rosalie was out on the porch with Hastings, Cain and a few of the pups, playing a game of snap that was causing the youngens to roar with laughter. As I got closer, I realised Rosalie was making the deck fly out of reach as a snap came up and the pups all leapt up to try and grab it from the vine she’d cast.

I used air to capture it for myself, clapping my hand against the deck. “Snap!”

“Sin!” a cry of elation went up from the pups and they all ran at me, the little ones climbing my legs while others prodded and pulled at me. I gave them all kisses and hugs then ran up the porch steps and snared my wild girl in a kiss that made Hastings blush.

Our little pet guard cleared his throat and Cain rolled his eyes when I let our girl go.

“Did you have fun?” Rosalie asked as I swung my pack down onto the boards and the pups descended on it, seeking out gifts. And there were plenty of them in there. Pretty rocks and shiny leaves I’d collected on our trail walks, plus a bunch of fancy twigs.

“It was the best, sugar lips,” I purred. “But nothing beats coming home.”

“I don’t think we can keep calling this home much longer,” Cain said. “Bianca has made plenty of unsubtle comments about us getting our own place.”

“That’s because she’s tired of the pups asking why there’s a ghoul living in Rosa’s room that starts wailing in the night.” I smirked and Rosalie elbowed me.

“She has a point. Much as I love it here, I think we could use our own space,” she said.

“It would be nice to have my own bedroom,” Hastings commented and Rosalie gave him the side-eye.

“We can get you your own water bowl with your name on it,” I said brightly.

“Well, er, I could just use a glass,” Hastings hedged.

“Er, Jack…” Cain started.

“Jack Hastings!” a woman shrieked, and we turned to find a blonde lady stalking up the drive with Aunt Bianca bustling along beside her.

“Oh my stars,” Hastings whispered, pulling his fringe down over his eyes. “That’s my mom.”

“You have been missing for weeks!” his mom yelled. “Not a call. Not a message. Nothing! And now I track you down and you’re here loitering around on somebody else’s porch with a smile on your face. Well you are in big trouble.”

“I belong here, Mom. I’m one of them now,” Hastings insisted, lifting his chin.

“Oh are you?” she snapped, shoving up her sleeves as she made it to the porch and Hastings side-stepped behind Cain. His mom yanked him out by the ear and slapped him around the head for good measure. “You’ve had me worried sick. And your father has been wilting with concern. You will come home this instant!”

“But Mom,” he hissed, his ears turning beetroot, and I sniggered.

“No buts,” she growled, showing her inner beast. “Home. Now.” She pointed back down the drive.

“Do forgive me, Mrs Hastings,” Bianca said earnestly. “If I’d have known he belonged elsewhere, I would have sent him your way sooner.”

“Oh good stars, it’s not your fault,” Hastings’ mom gushed, then turned her sharp eyes on her son again. “Go.”

Hastings bowed his head, muttering a goodbye to us and stomped off down the driveway with his mom berating him all the way.

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