Page 18 of Frenzy
“No. I was letting you know that despite my assertions about him being Pack, Pryce is free to make his own choices. And while I hope he chooses to stay with us, I am not about to rush him.”
His eyes caught mine as he moved closer, and I felt myself unconsciously back up while still leaning toward him. He was all predator in that moment, and I wanted him to fuck me so bad that my dick was throbbing.
“But you”—his eyes slid to Bonnie—“both of you, I want to fuck until you are begging me for more, pledging yourself to me on your knees because I make you come so good. Because I can take care of you, protect you, and make you orgasm every day.” He stepped closer until I was backed up against the wall, and Bonnie dropped my hand as she pressed her palms against her own thundering heart. “And all you have to do is say you’ll be mine.”
He put a hand on my chest and slid it up toward the column of my throat. He leaned down so his lips were barely an inch from mine, and squeezed my throat gently. “Think about it,” he breathed, and then he was moving away, taking his towering presence with him. I stared as he drifted toward Bonnie, and I saw her knees go weak, but he was there, catching her with strong arms. “And you? Will you think about it?”
She looked up at him with eyes too big in her face. “Yes,” she squeaked out, and he gave her a smile that made me moan. He tilted her chin up, leaning in to kiss her softly, dragging her bottom lip between his teeth.
“Mmm. That’s my good girl.”
She sucked in air like she’d run a marathon, and the smell of her arousal blanketed the room. Holy shit.
I looked at Pryce who was staring at us all like we were aliens. “Was that foreplay?” he whispered to Dominic, who just laughed.
“That was definitely foreplay, or else my dick is broken.”
As one, we all looked down at the impressive bulge in his tactical pants. Hell, even Dominic looked at his own dick. Courtland laughed, and we all joined in, breaking the tense moment.
As if to remind us what the fuck we were doing, one of the babies let out a weak cry. Fuck. How did I forget that the man trying to seduce me was holding a damn infant?
My face flushed red, and I stepped toward the door like I was going to run away. And maybe that was a good idea, because the longer I was in the presence of these men, the harder it was to remember that I barely knew them, and that I was in a committed relationship with my best friend, and that they were fucking strangers trying to take over the town.
“We should continue with the tour. I’ll get someone to bring over some cribs from the Sanctum.” My voice sounded raspy and unused. I hadn’t felt this nervous since I was a teen trying to work up the courage to climb into Bonnie’s bed.
Courtland gave a rumbling noise from his chest again, thrumming, and waved a hand. “Lead on, Beta.”
11
Courtland
Bonnie had said I should get used to having an infant attached to my chest like a limpet. I think perhaps the Beta female just liked seeing me without a shirt. But I’d held the first baby for several hours, and then Bonnie had put them both down to sleep. When they’d awoken, they’d fed slightly, and I’d had the other one placed in this carrier that I was somehow going to have to incorporate into my suit. I wondered if I could find a tailor in this town who would just create me a three-piece suit with an infant pouch built in.
“Not going to lie, Prince, but having a baby holster attached to your chest really messes with your commanding image,” Loren joked, but before he could finish his sentence, I had my gun out and pointed between his eyes.
He raised his eyebrows, holding up his hands. “Listen, I know you’re still scary as fuck. Pretty sure you could decimate half this town with six babies strapped to your chest. It just makes you look softer. Happier, maybe? It’s not a bad thing.”
I dropped my gun. To be honest, what I really wanted was to flop back on the couch and have a nap right along with the baby on my chest.
Loren and Antonio had been with me the longest of any of the Prince’s Court. Almost as long as Dominic, but not quite. We both knew I wouldn’t shoot him for being mouthy, or he would have been dead a hundred times over by now.
I huffed out a breath. “Will you stay or go?”
Loren shrugged and ran a hand over the soft tuft of baby hair that was exposed. “Depends a lot on how the town receives you as their new Alpha General. You might have need of my services for a while yet, hey?”
I gave him an intense stare. It was the type I usually reserved for people I wanted to intimidate, but I wanted him to know how serious I was in making my next offer. “You could stay here. You’re always welcome at my side.”
Loren laughed. “Nah, thanks though. You’re pretty and all, but I’m not about to let you fuck me to join your Pack.”
I frowned. “That’s not what I meant. Besides, you don’t have to be a lover to join a Pack.”
He continued to shake his head. “I’m not here for the Pack life, Court. You know that. Maybe I’ll head out on my own, find myself a pretty girl who looks at me with those big eyes the way Bonnie the Beta looks at you.” He fluttered his eyelashes, and I bared my teeth at him, but I could still hear the regret in his tone. I didn’t want Loren to leave, and neither did Dominic. We were friends. Brothers, even more so than the rest of my men except Antonio.
I inclined my head as his words sunk in. I didn’t say that I’d miss him, even though I would. I’d miss all of them, but we would all get over the severing of our ties eventually. “And the others?”
“Alvaro is talking about starting a Pack, and the other shifters seem happy with the idea. Taking some of that money we saved and never used, maybe buying a huge parcel of land. They asked Dominic to go with them, lead them maybe, but he won’t.”
No, he wouldn’t. Despite the fact that we weren’t the same species, Dominic and I were bonded by blood and pain. There was no severing that connection.
