Page 46 of Deadly Ties

Arben covers me in kisses, then looks at Rory, who’s standing at the open door and studying the street. He has a gun in his hand, and I can see his wolf peering out of his eyes. “Stay inside. Alarm on. I have people watching the house, but if you want your brothers as backup, get them here.” He tilts my head back, and I open my mouth to ask why, but he just strokes his bite mark. “How close they get is up to you, my love, but I’ll deal with the devil himself if it keeps you safe.”

“Youarethe devil,” I mutter, but he sucks my pout into his mouth. And then he’s pulling Kelly in for a kiss. My eyes droop to half-mast as I watch their tongues touch. It’s barely more than a few little licks, but the hunger in their faces makes my thighs clench. Maybe it’s not so surprising Link thought they were mates. “Come with us,” I pull on Arben’s arm. “I want us altogether in my nest.”

I don’t need to tell them I want that and more; my perfume is filling the car with my filthy thoughts. But Arben shakes his head. “Soon. I need to deal with Roan first. But if you want more, my love, you know it’s yours for the taking.”

Not quite how I was seeing it in my mind, but Arben is holding the back of Kelly’s neck and staring into his eyes. “You dance like a prince, wolfling. Thank you for sweetening my dreams tonight.”

Kelly flushes, but after another couple of kisses, we’re out on the pavement and Arben is driving away. Rory immediately hustles us inside, but Kelly is staring after the car’s headlights. “He’s completely gone on you, you know?”

“Same.” I punch the code into the security system, and kicking off the ballet flats, head into the kitchen. Kelly looks around curiously but there’s not much to see. The movers have already cleared a lot, and I grumble to find it includes the Turkish coffee pot. “Let’s go to bed.”

I smirk a little at the tense silence behind me, but lead them upstairs. Rory stops at the landing and I pause at my bedroom door. “I can sleep on the couch,” he offers. “It’s probably easier to watch things if I’m down there.”

“Depends what you’re watching,” I reply, arching a brow. “And Kelly might find it a little hard biting you if you’re on the couch and he’s in bed with me.”

Rory gapes at that, his eyes snapping to his mate, but I just smile and step inside. The familiar scents of home roll out to greet me, but I realize it’s mostly coming from my nest. And as Arben has already proven, my blankets can be relocated just fine.

Unsurprisingly they both follow me inside, but Kelly is distracted by his first look at where I grew up. His gaze jumps from my empty bookcases to the stack of boxes on my desk, before landing on my bed. “Can you lie down in it?” I shiver at the husky edge to his voice and he smiles. “I want to see what you look like in your nest.”

I nod and touch the sash on my robe. “Dressed or undressed?”

“However you want,” he tells me, licking his lips.

“Do I get a vote?” Rory asks, and I roll my eyes, but he goes over to my closet, studying the shelves until he finds my hatbox. I bite my lip as he carries it back to the desk and when he lifts the lid, Kelly goes over to see. They each take a piece, holding up the silky sleep shorts and lace cami I wore the last time I went to The Looking Glass. “You have to wear this for him,” Rory tells me, his voice all wolf.

I shiver, but Kelly is already beckoning me over and pulling at the sash on my robe. He strips it off, bending to flick his tongue over my tight nipples, while Rory comes in close to see. They’re both still at the edge of my nest, and Rory holds me steady as Kelly helps me step into the shorts and pulls the cami over my head. The lace scrapes my wet nipples and I press my face into Kelly’s neck, breathing him in.

But before I can wrap my arms around him, he eases away, reaching out to pull Rory closer. They kiss, but it’s over too soon. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell them to do it again when they both look back at me. Kelly’s pupils are so blown, his eyes look as dark as Arben’s, and his voice is a hoarse whisper. “You’re meant to be lying down, Angel.”

I bite back a moan, but there’s no escaping the perfume filling the air. I sit down, careful to tuck my feet under a blanket, but take a moment to check in with Arben.

I know you just left, but I wish you were here.There’s a flush of warm longing down the bond, and I run my fingertips over my lace-covered nipples.Can you feel what I feel?

So much so, my mouth is watering.

I think on that for a moment, before lifting my eyes to the two men at the edge of my nest.

Do I invite them in? This is as much your bed as mine.

I can almost feel his answering purr in my bones.You honor me, my love. But there will always be pack. You just need to decide how large it is, and I’ll share in our bounty.

I like the sound of that.It would be better if you were here.

He laughs, deep and possessive.Not for them. I’m a greedy beast. But tonight, let them worship you, princeshë. I’ll have you all to myself again soon.

I feel him carefully but deliberately close the bond, although it’s more of a window than a door. I can still sense him there, but it’s muted, like the sound has been turned down.

While I’ve been checking in with my mate,Rory has poked his nose in one of the packing boxes on my desk and pulled out a framed picture. It’s the one of Glo and her alphas, and his eyes darken. Not so much at the people in it, who I’m not sure he particularly likes, but at the conversation we had about packs. About omegas surrounded by adoring alphas, and if that was something I might want one day. He doesn’t need to ask me again.

I hold out a hand, a clear invitation, and he drops the picture on the desk. Kicking off his shoes, he sits down beside me. His eyes stroke my silky sleepwear, but he doesn’t try to touch me other than the hand resting in his. “I’m sorry, little wolf. You gave me a perfect gift, and I didn’t honor it.”

I tilt my head. “Did you feel bad? About lying to me?”

He gulps, his face creased with pain. “So bad. I told the guys I hated it, but it was too late. They’d already fed you all that crap while we were drugged. I’m not excusing my part, cos I had plenty of chances to come clean, but I never liked lying.” His finger lifts from my palm and gently traces the edge of my cami. “And I sure as fuck never wanted you to be my sister.”

Kelly snorts at that, but it makes me feel a little better knowing he wasn’t all in with their plan. Whatever his motivation for keeping quiet, Rory is an honest guy. Which helps me believe maybe there was some truth in the other things he said to me. “No more lies, Rory,” I warn him, tugging him towards me. “I catch you again, you’re gonna get my claws.”

“Fuck yes,” he mutters, crawling over me and pressing me back into the blankets. I feel my throat clench as his beautiful face swoops towards me, tears glittering in his eyes. “I’ll slit my own throat before I hurt you again, baby. I love you so much.” He takes us both in with that electric, adoring gaze. “You guys are it for me, and I’ll do everything I can to prove myself worthy of you.”

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