Page 92 of Faith and Fury

“Tall, strong, and smart,” I recite, checking I’ve understood her. “Sounds like the complete package.”

She blushes, snuggling closer into me—pushing her hips deeper into Jaxon’s waist. I don’t know if it’s because she has two alphas draped over her, neither of us hiding how much we want her, or because she’s talking about her mate, but her scent thickens hotly.

“Tell us more,” Jaxon breathes.

She smiles mischievously. He’s … she signs something I can’t pick, making a twisted face.

“Spell it out for me,” I request. I might not have many adjectives in my sign language vocabulary, but I have been brushing up on my alphabet.

Faith shows me the letters, one after the other. S … C … A … R …

My eyes widen. “Scary? He’s scary?”

Jaxon laughs. “Well at least he’ll be in good company.”

Curious, Faith glances between me and my packmate with the question in her eyes. I sense Jaxon is about to leap to the punchline—join our pack, omega, and bring your mate, too!—so I cut in before he gets a chance.

“You’re pretty fierce yourself, omega. I’m sure Fang is just trying to keep up.”

It’s one thing for me and Jax to confess our feelings without Caleb’s approval—but to invite Faith, and her mate, into the pack? It’s not our place.

“You’re still hot,” Jaxon murmurs, sliding his hand down her side. “Must’ve been some dream.”

Faith shifts her pretty little hips back even more, making Jaxon growl.

“You get these dreams every night?” I dare to ask. “My poor, sweet girl. No wonder you’re so pent up.”

She hisses, but the glint in her eyes lets me know she’s playing.

“How did that even work?” Jaxon wonders. “You and Fang … sneaking around … fucking in secret.”

Faith’s breath hitches.

I hold her steady as Jaxon grabs her waist, pinning her to his cock. “Did he take you like this, slipping into your pussy when you thought no-one was watching …?”

“I bet he couldn’t keep his hands off of you,” I whisper, peppering kisses over her face.

Faith shudders, nodding dreamily.

“Good,” Jaxon grunts. “M’glad someone was taking care of you down there. Keeping you well … fucked.”

He slips her underwear down, leaving her in nothing but my shirt. I love how much it doesn’t fit her—swimming around her, surrounding her with me.

She clings to my chest and, finding the fabric there, gives an unhappy chuff.

I smile. “Here, angel, let me get that for you—” I lift my shirt off in one swift motion. “That better?”

She answers by putting her lips on my sternum, kissing upwards. I try not to buck my hips, wanting nothing more than to slide my cock in between those slick, trembling thighs.

When I toss the shirt aside, Faith suddenly snarls. Jaxon looks up.

“What is it?” he asks.

She snarls again, her eyes flicking behind me.

“Oh.” My chest warms. “I’m sorry, angel.” Carefully, I reach back, finding my discarded shirt on the edge of the bed. “Here you go.”

She stuffs it under her head with a satisfied huff. Inside, my alpha is ecstatic. This is the first indication she’s shown toward making a nest, and the fact she chose my shirt to start is more than an honor.

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