Page 145 of Faith and Fury

I’ll text Fang, I sign.

I pull out my phone—my second hospital gift, courtesy of Caleb—and quickly find my top contact.

Dinner tonight? x

He answers almost immediately.

FANG

I’m in

Need to see you

My body gets hot reading the words. I know what ‘need to see you’ means in Fang speak.

Jaxon’s right. Maverick will not be pleased. Not after our last dinner date when, in his words, we ‘stunk the house up with sex’.

No doubt sensing my arousal, Jaxon joins me and Caleb in the foyer, slipping his arms around me from behind. “Someone’s getting excited about tonight, huh?”

I bite my lip.

Caleb chuckles. “You assume our girl can hold out until tonight.”

Jaxon groans almost inaudibly, trailing his lips down my neck. “That scent,” he breathes, “god, you’re sweet.”

I didn’t use to be. Didn’t even know I had it in me—my lavender scent thickening not just with arousal, but something purer. Deeper.

I lift my arms up, threading my fingers in Jaxon’s hair. A couple bronze locks slip out of his ponytail, soft as feathers.

“Hey Micah,” Caleb calls, “you haven’t set up the bed yet, have you?”

“The bed?” A couple pots clatter, and then Micah rounds the counter, finding us. His citrus aroma instantly intensifies. “O–oh. The bed. Right. Give me one second!”

He starts to dash off when Caleb stops him. “It’s fine,” he says, “we can go without.” He turns back to me, those ocean eyes sweeping me up in his current. “Don’t want to leave our sweet omega waiting.”

I feel Jaxon’s grin against my neck before he sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me into the new master bedroom. He lays me down on the bare mattress—easily big enough for four people, then some—and prowls over me.

“Look at you,” he growls. “So damn eager.”

When he kisses me, I taste melted chocolate. I kiss him harder, hungry for more. Always, always hungry for more.

Jaxon unbuttons my shorts and pulls them all the way down. He tucks a couple fingers beneath my underwear, teasing.

I grin, flashing my teeth, and fist the front of his shirt—yanking him in for another kiss. He’s so distracted, he doesn’t notice my hands at work—unzipping his jeans and finding his thick, pulsing length underneath.

He sucks in a breath. “You’re dangerous.”

You love it, I sign back.

“Love it,” he growls, kissing my neck. “Love you.”

Just when I’m sure I can’t take anymore—the light friction of his thigh against my underwear enough to set me off—I feel another set of hands. Caleb and Micah have joined us, both stripped down to their boxers.

Caleb slips a hand under my shirt, cupping my breast. My back arches.

“There’s our girl,” he purrs. “You gonna let my packmates make you feel good?”

I nod, breathing hard.

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