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Goddess. Not this again.

I lightly slapped both of them on the back of their heads. “Girls are going to rule, aren’t they, my hawk and hellhound?”

Let’s shake up the Jackals. See how they liked a female leader. Little bit of vengeance for taking issue with my membership.

Alaric adopted Slade’s devilish grin. “Yes, they are.”

“Boss bitches.” Zethan laughed, the warm, hearty sound melting my insides.

I never saw him this happy before. The closest was when Mia told him not to be sad, and his heart broke free of the chains holding him prisoner.

“Fuck off, assholes!” Slade groaned, defeated in his competition for once.

I rubbed at his chest to ease the conquest. “Is the mighty War god beaten?”

My fiery mate grinned and took it gracefully, lifting my arm and kissing my palm. “Never. My girls are queens and deserve to rule.”

Castor barked out a laugh. “That devil will say anything to win over me!”

We all laughed so hard our stomachs ached, the cramps pinching our bond. When the laughter fell away, Slade moved away from me and set his box on the nightstand.

He shifted behind Castor, roughly seizing him by the back of the neck, twisting him back to face him. “Come here, Daddy. Let’s see who’s best. I promised to nail you on our new sofa.”

CHAPTER29

Aaliyah

Oh,fuck, it was on. Slade versus Castor. The battle I waited for. Lust roared between my legs and my body went into overdrive with heat and need.

Slade smashed his mouth to Castor’s, the kiss a declaration of war. Castor twisted onto his knees, cinching the president by the waist, a pact of unrestrained aggression. The two of them dueled for control, savagely kissing and biting, throats thundering with growls, nothing off limits to get an edge over the other. A writhing mass of arms, ink, and vengeance, Castor’s palms went to Slade’s ass and squeezed hard. The president dragged his nails along Daddy’s arms and back. My insides went up in flames at the hottest thing I’d ever seen. A brutal battle waged by dominant gods.

“Fuck, yes.” Alaric found my waist, his bond going supernova at the scene unfolding before us, the heat in my core starting to blister.

Zethan snuggled up behind me, lighting a voracious, hungry line of fire along my spine. “Let the games begin.”

Games, all right. Let the best man win. Unbending wills. Relentless dominance. Fierce competition. A keg of gunpowder ready to blow. Hell, it already exploded between my legs.

Impatience soared on the bond and Slade released Castor’s mouth, picking up Daddy and tossing him on the bed. My fiery mate tugged at Castor’s jeans with a desperate ferocity and stripped him bare, exploring the planes of his arms and chest. My pulse pounded with every touch, growl, and heated gaze shooting between them, demanding submission. Neither of them was likely to give into the other, so things were going to getveryinteresting.

Daddy repaid the favor, getting Slade naked and bare to him, dropping his head to suck, bite, and twist the president’s nipples. The groan that ripped from Slade almost sent me over the edge, and Alaric and Zethan took their cues to free me of my clothes. Slade shoved at Castor’s shoulders, guiding him down his body, telling him what he wanted. Suck his cock. Daddy wasn’t having it, killing Slade with his eyes, teaching the president a lesson, a heavy hand colliding with his ass, a harsh crack rocketing through the room.

Goddess.They were going to battle this out for top position. I. Was. Here. For. It.

Alaric crowded my side with Zethan at my back. I was lost to my lust as they treated my body to the foreplay it deserved. Soft caresses, kisses, and strokes between my legs.

“You’re making our girl hot.” Alaric’s finger found its way between my legs and sampled my juices. He showed them the glistening prize and licked it. “You taste so good. Even better pregnant.”

Not what I read. I read a shifter’s natural lubricant tasted less sweet and arousing to her mate once she was pregnant because she didn’t need to entice her mate into a frenzy for a mating. But, hey, I’d go with that.

“Get her wet and dripping,” Slade growled at Zethan and Alaric, “’cause we’re conquering her pussy next.”

Obeying, Alaric slid his fingers into my pussy, my greedy walls gripping him, needing more. Zethan slid his hot cock between my legs, teasing me with his hellhound protrusion, and I widened my stance for them.

Cocks bobbing with need, my two unbending men stared at each other, eyes fused with desire and challenge. Daddy gave the president a greedy tug of his hot length. A growl from Slade declared no more foreplay, for the real battle to commence. War unfolded as my two mates wrestled for top spot until Slade got the better of Castor with his strength, flipping him to his back, pinning him down. Slade dragged his steel rod along Castor’s crack and they both groaned, low and deep.

“How about we let our queen settle this?” Castor panted, his dark, sweltering gaze going to me “She rules our hearts. I’m letting her decide.”

I squirted in my pants at him giving me the honor, and the attention my two mates paid my sex. “Daddy on top.”

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