Page 35 of Pack to the Wall

Tyson nodded. “Get what you want to wear,” he said, voice low, eyes raking over me. “If you’re naked under that robe on your way back from the shower I’m not sure I could control myself.”

Wow. I had to press my legs together to contain myself at the thought of Tyson tearing off my robe and having his way with me on the basement stairs.

I swallowed and turned away, quickly gathering what I’d wear for the day, then Tyson escorted me down to the basement bathroom. The door was locked.

“Ginny’s in there,” Kira said as she finished dressing, slipping her leather vest on over her short-sleeved shirt.

Tyson swore.

“Is that bad?” I couldn’t remember which one was Ginny.

“She doesn’t like you,” Tyson explained. “She was Harley’s girl and had power, now she’s got nothing. She’s probably not coming out until she’s used up the hot water. Unless you want me to break down this door.”

Cold shower or broken door. A door could be fixed. Or… I could wait a few hours to shower. But I had a feeling I wouldn’t have a lot of time today to just wait around for things. I sighed. “Break the door.”

One swift kick and it burst open. He stalked into the small bathroom.

“Out!” he barked at the woman in the shower. “Our alpha needs the shower and she comes first!”

“Screw her,” came the woman’s deep voice. The mottled glass of the shower stall kept her mostly hidden from us.

“Out or I force you out,” Tyson said, opening the door to the small shower stall. The woman inside was many things I was not: tall, leggy, blond, with a straight nose and full pink lips. Her bust was roughly a match for mine, but far perkier, and she looked at least ten years younger than me. Tyson glared at her, but I was fairly certain he wasn’t looking at her the same way he looked at me. The fact that she was naked didn’t seem to mean anything to him, and I had to keep reminding myself that nudity wasn’t a thing for them.

“Fine,beta,” she snarled the word. “And fuck you!” She didn’t bother to turn off the water before storming out. She glanced at me as she marched by, giving me a derisive scoffbefore parading over to the couch to begin dressing. Right. Well now I knew how I’d remember which one was Ginny: Stuck-Up Barbie.

I went into the bathroom, which was a mistake, as that forced Tyson to brush past me on his way out of the tight space. We both paused as my chest pressed to him and the stiff bulge in his pants pressed to me.

I saw the battle in his dark eyes for that split second, whether to leave me or tear off this robe, lift me onto the pedestal sink and fuck me. And I didn’t know which I wanted more.

The moment vanished as he regained control of himself and kept going. “I’ll be outside,” he growled, then closed the broken door as best he could behind him.

I hurriedly undressed and stepped into the shower, but I didn’t wash myself immediately. I needed to get Tyson off my mind. I reached down and rubbed my clit as my other hand — as if it was his — roamed over my chest.

Like last night, it didn’t take much before I was shuddering with a release. Also like last night, it was only barely satisfying.

After, I quickly washed myself, scrubbing hard to getthatscent off me, even as the water began to cool. I forced myself to stay under the spray as the waters turned icy, hoping that would cool what I was feeling. I didn’t have time to be horny, I had a pack of wolf-bikers to rule.

That thought sobered me enough to get out and get dressed.

Time to start the day.

COLT

The morning was chaos.A house this size wasn’t meant to hold this many people. Hot water couldn’t return fast enough, both toilets clogged up… several times, breakfast was a feeding frenzy, and the old betas made everything worse.

Tank forced Petra to strip and bent her over the dining table while the rest of us tried to eat in peace. Jane wanted to leave, I could see it, but Tyson stopped her, whispering something. He was probably telling her this was just another test and leaving would only give dominance to Tank. So Jane stayed, but she couldn’t eat and she just kept staring at Tank who stared back the whole time.

After Tank had finished with Petra, he wouldn’t let the pregnant woman eat either, which I think got Jane’s motherly instincts in a knot. Her jaw clenched so tight it twitched.

A few moments later, Ginny returned from taking food out to Brick. The big, shit-eating grin on her face told me she’d done something foul. It took me a moment before I smelled it. The smell of breakfast and scent of all the others around me had occupied my senses, but now…

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself and got up, running back down the hall. I followed the scent to Jane’s room and I knew, even as Iopened the door, what Ginny had done. The bitch had pissed all over Jane’s bed.

That led to a shouting fight between Jane and Ginny, which ended in Ginny being banned from the house, like Brick.

Bronn and I hauled her outside and dumped her on her ass. Tyson came out a moment later with her things. But still, she grinned. She knew she’d won that round.

Jane got the kids off to school and the house mostly settled, but she was still full of barely suppressed rage.

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