Page 32 of Pleasantly Undead in Dark River

I struggled onto my hands and knees, my arms shaky, but Judge was quickly there, his arms under my hips. “Face down, ass up, Rainey Day.”

I eagerly complied, my face in his soft comforter, his hands holding up my body. When he lined himself back up and thrust back into me in one snapping movement, I screamed into the bedding. Judge groaned along with me, his body curled over mine.

“I love you, Raine,” he moaned, his body rolling into mine.

I couldn’t summon any higher thought processes as the bed dipped again. “Look to your left, Love,” X’s voice washed over me, making my skin pebble as pleasure rode me hard. I looked over, and realized that Judge’s room had mirrored built-in robes. I sucked in a breath as I looked at us. The leanly muscular body of Judge as he thrust in and out of me, and the huge body of X behind him, his tattooed hand around Judge’s throat. As he squeezed, Judge moaned, thrusting into me in a ragged pattern. X pulled him back toward his body so they were chest to back, and then X was sliding into him, his other hand reaching past Judge’s hips to grab mine. When he pulled back out, he thrust back in with a controlled, forceful thrust that had us all rocking forward.

….I had no fucking words for how hot that was. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from them, from X’s mouth devouring Judge as he rode him hard and Judge holding my hips like I was his last lifeline.

I came and came again, my whimpering screams being expelled from my body as I became just a mass of sensation, pleasure nearing pain, until Judge’s ragged thrusts got wild and he gripped my hips as he came on a silent gasp, filling me with his cum.

My knees threatened to buckle, but X held us both steady as he pumped his cock in and out of Judge, their combined grunting the most gloriously perverted thing I had ever heard. Finally, he tore himself away, leaping off the bed and coming around to kneel beside me, dragging his hand over the angry head of his cock until his hot spurts of cum released on my back. His face thrown back, his face a mask of blissful agony. My legs collapsed and Judge folded on top of me, uncaring that he was lying on X’s release.

X flopped down beside us, panting hard. “Jesus H. Christ, Love. You guys have the best parties.” He laughed to himself, leaning over to kiss me first and then Judge, before pushing him off my body.

He looked at the glistening pool of his cum on my back, swirling his finger through it before drawing a giant, sticky X on my back. “Guess X marks the spot, hey?”

I groaned. “You’re crazy,” I murmured. But still, I lifted my face for a kiss, and X didn’t even hesitate. He pressed his lips to mine softly. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Love,” he whispered and I closed my eyes, a small smile on my lips. I snuggled my ass back toward a panting Judge.

He dutifully rested his hand on my hip. “Let’s shower. I don’t want to be crusted in X’s cum when I wake up tomorrow. That shit is hard to get out of your body hair,” he grunted and X grinned. He disappeared, and I heard the shower run. He was back in an instant. “Come on, Love. I’ll wash your front and Judge will wash your back.”

I groaned, but let X pick me up. “Fine, but you broke my vagina so no funny stuff.”

X held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

Unfortunately, I kept forgetting that X was no boy scout.

Chapter Seventeen

The practicalities of a night creature raising day creatures was that when I was awake, the pups were asleep. Other than those few hours of dawn and dusk where we could all be together, a lot of the parenting went on Brody and Tex. Neither of them complained though. Brody taught them shifter things during the day, how to track in the forest, how to find food in your animal form. He shifted into a wolf every time, even though he preferred the fox, but he thought they’d be more comfortable. And on a whole, it did make them more comfortable. Before too long, my house was filled with the sounds of kids playing, thundering feet and soft whispers.

Only Enit and Christopher spoke to us though. Carmen wouldn’t speak to anyone, instead letting her siblings speak for her. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak, from time to time I would see her whispering to Enit, or having a cross word with Christopher. But she wouldn’t talk to anyone else.

My gut churned at the reasons why that could be, but we didn’t push her. Maybe when she was more comfortable she would open up, but until then, as long as she was getting everything else she needed, I was happy enough. I would take them to the diner for breakfast and one of us would cook dinner. We tried to have everyone there, the entire “Pack”, so everyone got used to there being kids around, and it gave them time to bond with everyone. The most surprising one was X. You would think a man who killed for a living up until a few months ago would have zero interest in children.

But Enitlovedhim. I don’t know what it was about the former Enforcer, but she was basically his shadow. He, in turn, walked around cracking lame jokes just to make her laugh. He taught her how to make a proper cup of tea, because he ‘wanted there to be hope for the next generation of barbarians’. Honestly, I just think he liked that someone else would participate in his tea parties. Even Carmen joined in, but I was learning she was the most rough and tumble of the kids. She liked being outside, and she seemed more comfortable following Brody around. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was her Alpha now, and she found some kind of security in that, or if it was because he was so often outside.

Christopher however, watched us all warily, tense all the time, as if he was waiting for us to snap. Except when he was playing the guitar with Tex. Tex had ordered him a kid sized guitar from the internet, and when he’d presented it to Christopher, he’d run out of the room. I’d heard his tears as he hid in the forest behind my house, but we’d all let him go. The kid had so much dignity for someone who was still a baby. Which is why I found myself hugging him more often.

Enit was the most amiable to hugs. She seemed to crave affection like she’d been starved of it, and she was often clinging to X’s back like a baby opossum as he went about his business. Or she’d tug Judge’s hair until he grabbed her in a bear hug and squeezed. Or last night, she’d spent fifteen minutes trying to teach Walker how to do some intricate clapping game.

Even Christopher, and it was always Christopher and never Chris, would allow the guys to pat him on the back, and even let me wrap my arms around his shoulders.

Carmen however, shied away from any physical contact that wasn’t from her siblings. I know it worried Brody.

He’d sounded worried when he’d told me, “Wolves are pack animals, Red. Their whole structure is based on touch and togetherness. I’m worried that her wolf will get restless if she isn’t getting what she needs. We just have to hope that we can earn her trust and until then the affection she gets from her siblings is enough.” Did they have therapists for shifters? Because whatever these kids went through, they probably needed buttloads of help.

Now, I tucked the kids into the backseat of Brody’s car. I’d spent the week getting The Immortal Cupcake ready for its reopening with Nico, and the place shone so brightly it hurt my eyes to look at it. Nico had finalized the menu and I was kind of glad I couldn’t put on weight anymore because I’d eaten enough cake this week to cause the diabeetus.

I looked out into the woods, searching for Lucius. I hadn’t seen him all week, since he’d dropped off Carmen and Christopher and that kiss. I was beginning to worry, but I didn’t mention it to the guys. Maybe he’d cut and run? Dropped me the kids, realized I was more committed to my guys than he guessed and now he was gone?

I probably should feel relieved, but strangely enough, I didn’t.

Maybe it wasn’t just the kids that needed a good therapist. Maybe I needed to see Nico in a more professional capacity.

As if summoned by my thoughts, Nico appeared beside me. We were heading to Nîso for a meeting with some other supernaturals. They wanted to start some kind of school between Nîso and Dark River, and they were meeting with the leaders of both. It was a good opportunity to introduce the pups to the Pack up there too. Nico was coming as a representative of Dark River’s Town Council. We couldn’t all fit in Brody’s car, so Nico and I were going to run there. We’d probably make it there well before the car, so we were taking it easy. A casual fifty mile run, that's all. My inner P.E. hating teenager snorted. Nothing casual about fifty miles.

But first, I made sure everyone was belted in properly, and leaned into the car window to kiss Tex. “Drive safe.” Brody blew me a kiss and I smiled as I grabbed it from the air. I looked at the kids in the back. They looked like they were being driven to their execution. “You’re going to love it, I promise.”

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