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“Sorry about that,” Vaughn mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Where were we?”

“Gray was asking if we agreed with his recommendation,” Dad says. “I suppose we can just ask, is anyone opposed to sending our squad to join Denver’s fight?”

The men look around tentatively at one another. After a moment or two, Vaughn speaks up.

“I’m for it.” He looks from Damian to my dad, the other two votes in question.

“It doesn’t sit well with me, but I won’t vote against it,” Damian grumbles.

“Same,” Dad agrees.

“So it’s settled.” Gray folds his arms over his chest, taking stock of the room again. “We’ll send our squad to Denver when the time comes. Now we just need to work out logistics. Brooke, Quinn, where are we at on timeline?”

I sit up, a little caught off guard that Gray’s addressing me. Thankfully, Brooke is prepared, as always.

“Based on the information we’ve gathered so far, we’re still several weeks out,” she supplies, straightening her black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. “We’re going to have to verify that, though, to make sure it’s accurate. We had no idea they were sending scouts; we don’t want to be surprised by anything else.”

The men nod in agreement, and again, I find myself nodding along.

“Did we still want to offer refuge to those who can’t fight?” Reid asks, looking around at the other squad leaders. He then looks to Damian, Vaughn, and my dad, clarifying. “We had discussed asking our packs to open their homes to those in the Denver pack that can’t join in the fight, like the children, the elderly, the untrained. So they can be safely away from the battle when it happens.”

“Absolutely,” Vaughn agrees. In the past, I’ve overheard my dad say that Alpha Vaughn has a soft spot for the weakest members of the pack. His quick response all but confirms that.

My dad nods along. “I’m fine with that.”

“Good,” Gray sighs. “Anything else, other than logistics? I know it’s late and we’re all anxious to get home.”

Everyone is quiet. There’s a heavy feeling in the room, like we’re all still processing the weight of the conversation and what needs to be done.

Gray claps his hands together. “Alright, meeting adjourned then. Everyone get home safe and we’ll touch base this week with any updates.”

The others start to rise to their feet, speaking to one another in hushed voices. I’m about to get up when Jax leans in beside me, his breath fanning my ear. “Do you wanna come stay at the packhouse in Westfield tonight? We could tell my mom and sisters the good news over breakfast…”

I turn to him, grinning and nodding my head enthusiastically. This is what I need- to get back to the good things happening right now, not dwell on the bad. I’m sure it’ll be all hands on deck as soon as we get back to the complex to prepare for battle with the shadow pack, but worrying about it right now won’t change things. For now, all I want is for Jax and I to step back into our happy little bubble.

“Cool,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture my lips in a quick kiss. “Let’s go.” He sweeps my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear before he rises to stand and offers me a hand.

I take it, and we first approach Theo to let him know that he and Brooke will have to catch a ride back to Summervale with my dad and Cory. Poor Theo looks a little disgusted at the prospect of Jax and I going off and spending the night together, but it’s something he’s just going to have to get used to now that we’re mates. Brooke is practically fucking giddy, giving my hand a squeeze as we say our goodbyes. Then we approach my dad and I tell him I’ll be staying at the Westfield packhouse tonight. Either he’s fine with it or he’s too tired to argue because he just gives me a curt nod and a quick goodbye hug before heading out.

Jax and I climb into his truck, and as we pull away from the Norbury packhouse, he reaches over to take my hand in his. When he laces his fingers with mine, giving my hand a little squeeze, I somehow know that everything is going to be okay. My hand was made to fit perfectly in his. It could just be the mate bond talking, but I swear I’ve never been as sure of anything in my life as I am of Jax, and of us together.

We may be facing a lot going forward, but I have an overwhelming feeling that we can get through anything as long as we have each other. For now, though, I’m content to slip back into the bliss of the newly formed mate bond, basking in the closeness I feel with Jax. Holding onto that feeling to get me through whatever comes next.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Jax

I blink my eyes open as a wave of pleasure courses through me, pulling me out of my half-asleep haze. The first thing I see is Quinn- her hazel eyes peering down at me from above, the mischievous glint in them telling me that I’m in for some of her delicious brand of trouble. Her long dark hair is swept over to one side, cascading down like a curtain, the ends tickling my chest as she reaches out to press a finger to my lips.

It takes me another second to comprehend why she’s got her finger to my lips, urging me to be quiet. As I start to come to, I realize that her other hand is tucked inside my boxers, wrapped around my dick. It’s getting harder by the second as she strokes it, andholy shit what a way to wake up. My girl’s on top of me, jacking me off, and I’m…wait a second, I’m in my childhood bedroom?!

The pieces start to click into place. The council meeting last night. Bringing Quinn back here and falling asleep with her in my arms. The plan to have breakfast with my mom and sisters. And above all, the mate bond between Quinn and I snapping into place. I stifle a groan as she starts pumping my dick faster, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip.

She crawls down my body, tugging my boxers down along the way. My cock springs free, bobbing in front of her face as she reaches out to grasp it again, grinning devilishly before she lowers her mouth onto it. My body jerks, my toes curl. I sink my teeth into my lip to keep a groan from escaping. She stares up at me with wide doe-eyes as she takes my dick deeper down her throat, swirling her tongue against the underside of my shaft.

It’s fuckingbliss. I bury a hand in Quinn’s hair as she blows me, maintaining excruciatingly erotic eye contact as she works my cock with her skilled mouth. After a few minutes, she pops off, sliding her panties down her hips and tossing them away. Then she crawls back up my body until I feel the slick heat of her core against my throbbing dick.

I glide my hands over the smooth skin of her back, trailing them down her sides and settling them on her hips as she rises up on her knees to position herself over me. She wiggles her hips until the head of my cock is at her entrance, and it’s all I can do to keep from slamming her down over me, burying myself inside of her in a single thrust. I don’t know where my self-control comes from- probably the fact that we’re at my parents’ house and the walls are thin- but I manage to hold back, gripping her hips firmly, easing her onto my dick slowly.

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