Page 48 of Sinful Mates

Castor’s throat made a disapproving sound. “Stimulating for the mind.”

I laughed at his dark humor. My dominant man loved pursuits of the brain rather than “cavemen, chest-beating activities,” as he called them. A man of the law and books working for the Jackals still confused me sometimes, but after our conversation about being Thoth’s enforcer, his motivations made complete sense.

Mention of the mating business became taboo between us, words unspoken. Lack of resolution and impatience drove me insane, and I swear Slade rubbed off on me more each day. That and my greedy sinful heart wanted to bond with all her mates. Meanwhile, I had to remind myself that Castor needed my support and gentle reassurance that I wasn’t going anywhere. Like Alaric, he needed to trust that I wouldn’t abandon him, and only Castor could do that. Nothing I said or promised would bring him to that realization.

Slade moved into the kitchen, snatching a tea towel to swat Castor’s ass. “Don’t hear you bitching when we do charity rides.”

Zethan’s chest rumbled with amusement, and I sank into the tranquility of it after all his turmoil.

For once, he and Slade talked amicably, and I stayed as referee between them in case anything turned ugly, not that it had so far. But you never knew with two pig-headed alphas. Still, this was a step in the right direction.

Castor winked at me. “In the interest of saving my balls from castration, I’m keeping club talk at home to a minimum.”

“Smart man.” I drifted behind him to hug him from behind to give Slade the hint to keep it to a minimum around Mia.

Castor gave me a pleased rumble when I rested my head on his back. “Heads up—there’s a charity ride in Sydney in a few months I want to table at church.”

Ugh. Club talk. I leaned back to smack his ass.

“Table it.” Slade watched Mia wander behind Alaric into the dining room to deliver the bowls of food before his eyes coasted to me. “Bean bags.”

Code for getting Mia out of hearing distance.

Alaric shot Slade a nod and took her hand, escorting her into the lounge and switching the TV on to show her something.

Slade’s eyes drifted back to me. “Heads up, sugar.” I braced for the bad news, my fingers pushing into Castor’s stomach. “There are five clubs that sought entry into our territory next week for the race.”

Dad and his club used to come up every year for the races as the Jackals’ guests, along with other large clubs in Sydney. More clubs. More bikers. More weapons. More potential enemies.

At this news, my body stiffened, my breath stilling.

Slade came to me, sandwiching me between him and Castor, their bodies a bonfire, burning away the chill sinking into my bones. “Don’t worry, I won’t put you and Mia at risk. Castor will stay with you.” His fingers grazed the outside of my arm. “The clubs won’t be permitted entry unless they dispose of any weapons at the clubhouse where Zethan will hide them in the Underworld in case the fucking cop cunts drop a surprise raid on us again.”

Wow. He really thought this out.

“Alaric and I will scan ‘em for malicious intent and hidden weapons.” His hand moved to massage my neck and iron out the firm muscles. “Nothing will get past this god of War.”

Slade considering mine and my daughter’s safety as top priority touched me so deeply my heart gave a little loving ache. “This is why I love you, Mr. Vincent.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’m not taking any chances from now on. Security is tight. Genius set up magical perimeters to detect anyone getting in and out. Anything carrying weapons, guns, knives, bombs, or magick will set it off.”

I clutched Castor’s belly tighter and purred at him, “My clever mate.”

He stopped chopping up a garnish to cup my face.

I appreciated Slade running this past me. It made me feel connected to the Jackals, even though I took a break from them. His way to make up for the shortcomings of his brothers.

I stretched back to scratch his beard. “Thank you for keeping me abreast.”

Slade snuggled harder to me, rubbing his cock into my back. “No breast talk, or you know what happens.”

Yep. Thrown onto the counter and fucked by each one of my mates. Appetizers before dinner. Gone were the good old days.

Fire flickered in my core at his sexy growl, and I sent a fire truck to douse that bitch before it got out of hand.

“Excuse me.” Castor slid from my grasp to get the roast out of the oven and place it on a breadboard.

Slade lifted me and spun me, placing me on the counter, coming to rest between my legs. “I’m thinking about inviting one of the clubs to become a chapter of the Jackals.”

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