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No reward? Oh no, no, no, that would not do. I lowered my head, kissing her lips gently for a moment before pulling back only far enough to say, “It’s a mutual reward. One can hardly say I’m the only one benefitting from such riches.”

I pulled back, licking her lips, before I let one hand roam down her side, skimming against the side of her breast, her waist, her hips, until it found the lush thickness of her thighs. Then I hiked it high on to my back, making sure she held on tight, before I plunged into her body. The warm, slick heat that encased my cock was nearly my instant undoing, and when my body stilled, giving me time to gather my resistance and reign in my weaknesses, Bella smirked.

“I wonder what the pack would think to learn that the great and powerful, oh so grumpy and bossy Silas…was a minute man.”

This girl and her fucking mouth had me feeling all sort of ways, but I homed in on one single feeling. “Minute man? Now that’s a bit harsh. I can last more than a minute, Bella, and you fucking know it.”

She bit her lower lip, the act making my cock jump. She grinned. “Then prove it.”

And I did. I proved to her just how long it took for an alpha of my strength to fucking break at the hands of their she devil mate, but not before I proved to her just how many times her alpha could make her shatter first. When we were finished, when she was so fucking sated, she could hardly move, I passed her to Boyce and Vincent, who only continued to prove that a pack’s strength and stamina was only as good as their leader.

Chapter 47

VINCENT

I am in my prime.I am in my prime. I’m in my fucking prime, I reminded myself as I tried again, unsuccessfully, to pull myself off this fucking mattress. Prime or not, having Bella in my bed was nearly more than I could handle. Fuck, there were three of us, and she damn near wore out every single one of us.

I was weak, and not just for her, though I absolutely was. But muscles I hadn’t used in my whole entire existence were sore. My whole damn body quivered with each attempt to stand. I felt like I’d run five marathons back-to-back, and that was after having her to myself, in my bed, just one damn night.

How the fuck was she even walking? Was she walking? Maybe she crawled out of my room this morning on her hands and knees in search of sustenance to replenish her energy. Could I even make it to my hands and knees at this point? It was fucking doubtful.

Still, I tried one last time, dragging my body upward, wincing at every single spurt of pain that radiated over me. That girl, she was a damn savage, that was for sure. Sweet and innocent? No fucking way. She sure as fuck had all of us deceived. The deception made me cringe. Because yeah, she was my fucking mate, with my bite that she proudly wore. But thoughts of her also being the tiny little ballbuster of a girl who threatened and clashed with me at the age of seven occasionally filtered through my mind, though a part of me tried to push those thoughts away as fast as they came.

I grabbed my pack of smokes and a lighter from my nightstand before using every ounce of energy to get vertical. I stood there a few minutes more before I forced my legs to carry me out of the room and down the hall toward the kitchen and to my destination of the back deck. I didn’t smoke as much as I use to, and though I wouldn’t tell Bella this, but that was partially due to her nagging me when she was a child. Still, days like this, when my body was so worn out and I was exhausted before my eyes opened, well, it called for the bad habit to surface so I could get a little relief.

I turned the corner into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the sight of Boyce’s ghostly white ass. I cursed. “Fuck, that’s not what I want to see.”

Though I couldn’t see her, I heard Bella giggle. Boyce looked over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, were you trying to get to the coffeepot?”

Cheeky fucker. “I would rather drink sewer water than reach past your cock to get a cup of coffee.”

“You won’t have to reach past my cock, it’s currently covered.”

I swear to the fucking fates, I couldn’t handle another word from his fucking mouth this morning. “If you refer to our mate as a fucking cock cover one more time, I’ll bash your face in with the coffeemaker you’re currently fucking blocking.”

“He’s so touchy in the mornings,” Boyce told Bella as I turned away from the sight of them fucking on the kitchen counter and headed toward the sliding glass door. I would definitely be sanitizing the kitchen later.

Bella laughed at Boyce’s comment. “Well, he’s had a long night.”

I made sure to loudly slam the glass door closed as I exited before pulling out a cigarette, placing it between my lips, and lighting it up. The first pull was instant relief. I felt my body relax, the tension eb, and the fuzz in my brain clear. It wasn’t the act of smoking that did this to me, it was the moment I alone in the early morning that caused my body feel at ease. It was a muscle memory that knew that with the first inhale, I was allowed to relax and feel calm.

I leaned my body against the rail and tried not to think of all the changes in my life that had happened faster than I could blink. Fuck, for a moment there, I’d thought my subpack was a goner. I’d thought there was no way we would make it off that island, and I’d been angry. Not at Silas for getting us into the situation, or Boyce for surrendering with the expectation that it would work out, but at myself, for not pushing Silas to walk into that house the very night I discovered the truth and tell her, ask her, find out what was important to her. Instead, I went against my gut and let him deceive her another day, let him continue to push away what was important, the only thing that mattered in the end, and drag us all to our possible doom.

The last few weeks were a hard pill to swallow. Especially since right now, everything was so fucking perfect. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for some fucking bad news, anticipating when all of this euphoria would be torn like a rug ripped out from under my feet. Could I survive another ordeal like that again, another ordeal risking my family if by chance the possibility of finding Bella’s fell into our lap? I wasn’t so sure, but I’d do what I had to do to make her happy.

“Always so serious.” Bella’s voice broke into my silence, causing me to jump.

“You snuck up on me, baby,” I muttered before bringing the cigarette to my lips and inhaling a puff, not bothering to turn toward her as I stared out into the wilderness beyond our yard.

Her little hands touched my arm before she leaned against my shoulder. “You’re thinking too hard.”

“It’s better than not thinking at all, like Boyce or Silas.”

“Give them more credit than that.”

“I take it you two are done defiling my coffeepot.” I dropped the butt to the ground and stepped on it with my bare foot, ignoring the quick bite of pain, then I bent over, picked it up, and tossed it in the trash can nearby.

“We weren’t technically defiling the actual coffeepot,” she said with a laugh.

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