Page 50 of Cupid's Pack

What next?my wolf prods.

Sailor beats me to the punch as he draws to a stop near the rest of the men. He stands just off to the side, but at least he’s not halfway across the house from them. It’s progress, and that’s all I can ask for right now.

“I think we should take shifts checking the perimeter here,” he says to me before turning his gaze on my other mates in turn. “I know there’s not supposed to be conflict on neutral ground, but I don’t want to be left trusting someone else to enforce that rule.”

“I agree.” Mason nods, and my heart melts a little. Of all the others, he seemed to be the most resistant to adding Sailor to the mix, the most likely to rip him limb from limb if he so much as looked at me the wrong way.Sometimes a little tension can be sexy,my wolf adds unhelpfully.

I heave a deep breath, and they all look at me. I quickly nod my agreement, totally unwilling to share my wolf’s horny thoughts with them, but I do think Sailor is right to want to keep an eye on things.

“Can I get a nap before I take a shift?” I ask.

“You’re not taking a shift,” Sailor growls out. The other guys mutter their agreement, though they’re smart enough not to say it so outright.

I put my hands on my hips, not at all liking the way my wolf practically rolls on her back and shows her belly at the grit in his tone. I’m a part of this group, and I’m equally responsible for keeping us safe. “Why not?”

“Because you’re the one they’re targeting.” Sailor sounds exasperated, like the fact that he has to explain this to me is exhausting, but as much as the tone annoys me, I do see his point. I don’t like feeling like I’m not doing my part, but it’s not like Jakob gives a shit about anything other than getting me to submit to him. “Besides, none of us will be able to focus if we take you out there with us.”

Another good point.

“Fine.” I cross my arms over my chest. “But you all better watch out for each other. This isn’t anevery man for themselvessituation.” I narrow my eyes at Sailor, talking to him specifically.

I know he must still have questions about my relationships with these guys, but he hasn’t asked. A person would have to be blind not to see that he’s the one on the outskirts of our group. And he hasn’t missed that, not once.

“I won’t let anything happen to anyone unless you tell me otherwise.” Sailor smirks.

I roll my eyes, but that’s the best I’m going to get out of him, so I drop it. “Who’s going to go first?” I nibble at my bottom lip as trepidation rushes through me. Just like the first night at Axis, I find myself not wanting to let any of them go. Not after we’ve spent so much time constantly together.

“I’ll go first,” Sailor says, followed quickly by Willem saying, “Me too.”

The twins look half-tempted to argue, but I give a slight shake of my head to tell them not to when they each glance at me. Sailor needs this. He’s been on edge every second since we left the training grounds. Maybe this will help him get his head on straight. And as much as my wolf wants him in a hyper-sexualized situation with Mason, I think they could probably use the break from one another.

Once Sailor and Willem leave, it's like the rest of us still don’t seem to know what to do with ourselves. After we walk through the already clean cabin straightening things up, Mason leaves to get firewood.

Ian and I find ourselves back in the living room soon after he leaves. I’m antsy, and I desperately need a physical way to get rid of some of the nervous energy pulsing through my veins. When Ian walks toward the couch, I intercept him, standing so close our toes nearly touch.

“You know… I never got to return the favor from our first night together in your cabin.” My voice drips with suggestion.

Ian runs the backs of his fingers up my sides. “That wasn’t a favor—it was my pleasure.” His lips curl up in a slow smile that spreads until he shows off all of his perfect teeth. Heat spreads through my core at the suggestion in his tone.

“Mm. You know what I mean.” I hook my fingers around the buckle of his belt.

“I thought we were supposed to be relaxing.” Ian doesn’t make a single move to stop me, but his breath catches when I pull at his belt, unlatching his buckle with one surprisingly smooth motion.

“This feels pretty relaxing to me.” The buckle jingles as I slowly slide it off of him. It clanks against the wood with a light thud when I drop it on the floor.

Ian remains still even as I use both hands to undo the button on his jeans. The sound of his zipper feels abnormally loud in the quiet cabin.

My breath catches. “Ian?” My mouth is so dry. “You’re not wearing underwear.” His dick strains at the seam of his pants, and I can’t resist reaching out to run my fingers over the hint of his creamy, exposed skin. He jerks slightly as he sucks in a raspy breath of air.

“Half the time I don’t wear them,” he admits in a choked voice.

“Convenient.” I push his pants down and nudge him backward. Ian drops on the couch with his jeans bunched up at his thighs. He practically pants for me as I kneel between his legs and pull the jeans the rest of the way off of him.

My fingers tremble with anticipation as I run them over his thighs, watching with barely contained excitement as his muscles bunch beneath my touch. Heat pools in my core, and the ache between my legs only grows as he groans.

Despite the fact that I’m kneeling by Ian’s feet, I’ve never felt more powerful. The way he looks down at me with hooded eyes makes me feel like I have more control than I’ve ever had over anything.

“I’ve never done this,” I warn him in a low voice.

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