Gabe snorted. "Of course." Then he followed the length of my arm down to my fly and gently swatted my hands away. "Let me, sweetheart."
It was Gabe's teeth that bit into my neck this time. I moaned again, offering him all the skin he wanted and submitting entirely. As Xavion nipped my ear, Gabe's fingers replaced my own and sunk deep into my entrance, two at once, all the way up to the bottom knuckle. His thumb found my clit and ran across it.
I stiffened, strangling a cry in my throat. I couldn't wake the puppy, no matter what they did to me. He was so peaceful, so sweet when he was asleep, but the building pressure in my lower belly was like a boiler. Heat ran from my knees and up my thighs, stoking the wonderful burning deep within.
Xavion never stopped. Gabe thrust inside me, out, then over once more. He concentrated on my clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me every time he touched me. The fingers inside crept higher and higher, his cock grinding into my ass as he helped me ride toward my release. I reached out for Xavion's groin, ground my palms into his hardness, and shifted back against Gabe with everything I had.
"Please," I whispered, looking up at Xavion.
He got the message. Withdrawing one hand, he cupped my chin and dragged me up into another kiss. Gabe's soft thumb pad rolled around my clit once, twice, and fireworks exploded across my senses. I moaned against Xav's lips, a piteous thing that pleaded for more, and I knew, beyond a doubt, that I was home.
Chapter 8
Hudson
Despite everything else that was wrong in my life, there was always Safeway.
When I'd been young, it had been the thing I looked forward to most. It was the only time my parents and I had always been together due to their busy work schedules. We'd taken Sundays off and gone to the grocery store together. Of course, it'd become a necessity when Mom had gotten weaker, older, and needed help carrying cans of soda into the house.
We hadn't known that she'd been sick, then. That my family was going to be ruined from the inside out. It was why I kept my pack so close even now. If something was going wrong, I wanted to be on top of it immediately.
Because if we had, maybe we'd been able to save her a lot of pain and suffering.
I walked up to the store, grabbed a cart, and headed inside.
How many billionaires do their own shopping? More than you might imagine. I wandered through the aisles, picking up this and that. We were low on so much stuff back at the house. I really needed to hire someone to keep stock of what we had, or maybe set up a spreadsheet myself.
The longer I took to get to the meat department, the better. I knew it was where she'd be, knew that she was waiting for me. If I arrived with a cart full of groceries, I looked like a responsible father; right? Of course, she'd wanted to see Tommy in person and that wasn't going to happen. The boy would smell like Sadie through the next few moon cycles and I was relieved that Lillian was banned from our hunting grounds.
That didn't mean that she didn't have other ways of finding him.
I shuddered and turned toward the back of the Safeway. My wolf noted that the beef really wasn't beef, but low-grade bison pretending. The ground chicken had some turkey filler in it as well as a little soy. The lamb looked good, smelled good. I was taken by the rich, dark meat, the idea of putting my paws against the bone and sinking my teeth into the muscle, tearing it away, listening to the dog on the porch snarl at us and-
No, that was what had led us here, wasn't it? Easy, Hudson.
"It took you long enough," Lillian snapped. "Where is my nephew?"
She stood a few feet from me, her body rigid. Lillian wore her civilian clothes, a sweater and a pair of slacks that made her look like a principal instead of a nun. Like me, she had a pile of food in her cart. I noted that she hadn't been able to resist the lamb and, upon seeing it, put it out of my mind. Whatever she wanted, I didn't.
"He's at the house, Lil," I said. "I'm not bringing him out into the cold for the hell of it."
Narrowing her eyes at me, she crossed herself. I arched a brow and sniffed the air for effect. "Should I pull a fire alarm? I smell smoke."
"Don't be such an arrogant ass," she snapped. "What happened?"
There was something softer in her voice in the question. I ignored it. She was made of steel that hadn't yet seen a die grinder. All sharp edges and burrs, Lillian wanted nothing more than to trap me in my own words. Maybe she was even using a recorder. We did live in a single-party state, after all.
"Nothing happened. Why would I bring a toddler out into a cold, wintery day if I don't have to? I don't know why you're being so crazy about this. He's at home, fast asleep."
"I have a right to see my nephew when I want to, Fontaine."
I rolled my eyes, which slowly traveled back toward the lamb. Resist, Hudson. The normies wouldn't like it if you started gnawing on a haunch in public. "Then call my secretary and make an appointment. Or come to the house on his birthday. You don't make the effort. That's not my fault and it damned sure
