Page 173 of Pack Scratch Fever
Once my Heat subsides,the four of us shower together.
Each of them makes sure I’m scrubbed clean, taking their time and touching me gently.
I’m too sore for anything but a light touch.
We spend far too long in the bathroom, them gently kissing me while we wash off the remnants of my Heat and their Ruts.
They’re all still hard, and I take my time lazily jerking them off with the slippery soap we use.
“That’s not fair,” Poe growls, slapping my hand away from him. “We can’t return the favor.”
I simply grip him tighter, watching the water wash away the precome that seeps from his tip. “I’m sore, and the three of you have done enough for me in the past week. If I come or get knotted again, I might die.”
Maddox chuckles behind me as he washes my backside for the twentieth time.
“I’ll never say no to coming for you, whether it’s from your hands, mouth, pussy, or ass,” he purrs.
My face burns, and Poe smirks. “For your next Heat,” he murmurs, kissing my lips, “I would love to see your ass stretched open for us.”
I jerk him roughly at his statement, and grin triumphantly when he spills his cum down my thighs, the base of his cock inflating.
The water washes it all away, and I turn my attention to Avery next.
“So,”Poe says, as we lounge in the living room. “Have you given any more thought to my offer?”
“Which one?” I furrow my brow.
He shrugs. “All of them. I can list them one by one, if you want.”
I return to the rescue tomorrow, but I need to make a stop at my apartment first.
The apartment that sits there useless, collecting dust while no one lives in it.
“It would be difficult to live without you,” he admits. “But if you need to stay at that place longer, I understand.”
His face tells me hedoesn’tunderstand, but he would endure it, for me.
“There’s no reason for us to torture each other,” I respond. I look to Avery and Maddox, who sit on the opposite side of me. “I want to stay with the three of you, always. You know everything about me now. I have nothing to hide from you, and nothing to be ashamed of.”
Poe paid my car off, sent the title to my parents, and shipped the car back with it.
I have a new one that I’m proud to own, and I’ve officially gone no contact with my parents.
I’m finally free of them and their expectations, thanks to the help of my pack.
They’re accepted every part of me, including the darkest and ugliest parts I try to hide.
Why wouldn’t I want to live with them?
Avery nods. “We want every part of you, and we love every part.”
I smile at him.
“Okay, and what about my other offer?” Poe adds. “The rescue is already yours. You deserve to own the building, too.”
Mister Whiskers makes his grand entrance, growling even as he stomps toward us. He hops onto his custom cat tree, judging us from a distance. He gives a silent hiss, then turns to the task of deep cleaning his paws with his pink tongue.
The idea still seems surreal.
