Page 101 of The Butcher

“Yeah, okay, I know he hasn’t given you any reason to, but do it for me.”

“And me,” Clayton chimes in. “You two might be scent matches, but we know that dumbass better than he knows himself. He won’t be able to fight this much longer, especially now that we can brag about knowing what your pussy tastes like.”

My cheeks get hot and I swat his chest. “Oh my god, is this what it's going to be like now?”

He nods proudly. “Yes. Forever and always, we will discuss your pussy.”

“Great. I can’t wait until Mona gets to hear about how it doesn’t need to stretch ever again.”

Clay barks out a laugh as my alpha chuckles behind me. “I like this.”

I turn my head with a frown, unsure what exactly it is he’s referring to.

We’ve covered a lot in the last few months, even more in the last few hours, and our relationship has taken a turn I think all of us were ready to embrace for a while.

What Nash said could be taken any number of ways, and I’m not sure which one he means right now.

“You.” He smiles, once again knowing exactly what I’m thinking. “It’s been nice seeing you come out of your shell,watching you get comfortable enough with us to show us who you are.”

“You’re just saying that because my naked butt is super close to your naked dick.”

Both of my mates crack up at that but Nash shakes his head. “I mean, that’s a bonus. Makes me glad Clay jizzed all over my jeans.”

“You’re welcome.”

He rolls his eyes at our beta. “But I mean it. We knew you were smart from the very beginning, but seeing you loosen up and settle in, it’s been nice.”

“You’re wicked funny, pretty girl.” Clayton adds. “And ballsy as fuck. Nashy just means you’re perfect for us, all three of us, and it's kind of amazing whenever you show us something new.” Then he smirks. “Like your naked butt.”

“Ridiculous,” I say as I lean down and kiss him. “Wonderful, but ridiculous.” I turn to kiss Nash as well, smiling when his glasses bump my nose.

“I know this is our recovery time, and we need to feed you before we do anything else,” my alpha says before kissing me again. “But you know, in this position, with the three of us naked as hell, it would be really easy for me to scoot you around and set you on my cock without hardly any work at all.” He laughs as I scowl. “And all Clayton would have to do is flip over onto his stomach, and he could eat your pussy while I fuck you.”

Oh boy.

Apparently giving me back some of my control also opened the floodgates for filthy mouths and even dirtier minds.

Not that I’m complaining, not really, but I haven’t had any kind of sex that I genuinely enjoyed until now, and part of why we’re laying in bed like this is because I still can’t stand up.

And that’s without having a real dick inside me.

I might implode when that happens.

“I love your enthusiasm,” I say as I settle against him and go back to playing with Clay’s hair. “But you were right. This is our recovery time, or at least it’s mine, and I do need to eat before?—“

I jump as the bedroom door swings open, and I hear, “We got a fucking problem.”

Panic immediately sets in as I look at Bramley, the man out of breath, covered in blood, and very pissed off.

“Oh my god.” I hop off the bed, scent match mode apparently activated as I hurry toward him, prodding his chest, and start looking for wounds. “Are you hurt? What happened? It’s your shoulder, isn’t it? I knew you were doing too much, too soon. I?—“

“Back. Off. Female.”

I freeze, the tone of his voice one I am not a fan of. “Excuse me?”

“I told you to back the fuck off, and stop touching me.” Bramley narrows his eyes above his mask, and suddenly I have the urge to smack it right off his face again.

“Oh, this is going to be good.”

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