“What I think is that you should help me claim Malcolm before we fuck so hard you have trouble walking tomorrow. That’s what I think.”
Arousal flared. He deliberately allowed his to seethe, to entangle her own.
“Eric, we need to—” Malcolm’s moan stopped her. “Oh hell. Get his clothes off and let’s get to it.”
Dom grinned and stripped. Eric and Vicki took their clothes off before moving to Malcolm. As one, they undressed him, touching him everywhere.
“God, you’re so strong,” Vicki breathed as she ran her hands over his ripped abs. “No body fat, I swear.”
“Too bad you don’t know what it feels like to ram a cock up that ass,” Dom whispered as he leaned forward to bite the base of Malcolm’s throat.
Malcolm sighed and clutched Vicki to his chest when she sucked on his nipples.
“Unfortunately, this won’t take long,” Eric said on a laugh, which turned into a groan when Malcolm opened his beautiful brown eyes and stared at him with sexual hunger. “On your knees, mate,” he said deliberately. “Dom and Vicki, and now you. You know, I never claimed Jesse and Logan. They were pack, but they weren’t mine. But you are.”
Malcolm panted, his cock slick with need, that same cream Vicki was rubbing all over Dom’s fingers. Dom shoved one between Malcolm’s ass cheeks, and Malcolm cried out.
“Look at all that lube. He’s ready.”
Eric grinned. “Then let’s not waste any more time.” He forced Malcolm to his knees and held out his cock. “Suck it until I tell you to stop.”
While Malcolm laved him with loving attention, Dom and Vicki stroked both Malcolm and Eric, building the tension among them into a frenzy. Eric nearly shot into Malcolm’s mouth when Vicki rimmed his asshole with a small, delicate finger.
When she pinched his nipples, Eric hurriedly withdrew from Malcolm’s hot mouth.
“Now, Malcolm. On your hands and knees. Open for me.”
Malcolm groaned, shaky as he turned and waited.
Dom knelt by his side and reached under him. Pumping Malcolm’s cock, he jerked off their new mate while Vicki kissed Malcolm everywhere she could reach. Eric knelt and shoved home in a one slick, hot push.
Malcolm came hard, crying out as he spurted over Dom’s hands. Eric thrust twice more before joining him, coating Malcom’s rectum with seed, a scent of overpowering trust and desire as he let go of his guer to snap that final bond in place.
When he withdrew, it was to see Dom and Vicki welcoming Malcolm into the family, a family that had only recently acknowledged Vicki’s place in the Ravager lifestyle. Blessed beyond thought, that’s what I am, he thought as he shared the intense belonging he felt deep inside.
“Mine,” he said of his pack, and lay down on the floor with them as they roused themselves to another wave of passion. The tighter the bonds, the tighter the union. Nothing would tear them asunder.
No matter who he had to kill to keep them safe.
Chapter Thirty-Two
On Monday night, Nev Lawless waited with Will and close to fifty hungry Ravagers, fanged and furred, outside of the Morely house in the middle of town. Situated in a residential neighborhood where the houses didn’t have much room between them, the building itself was large, an aging Victorian monstrosity that had seen better days. Oddly enough, the place felt empty.
“I don’t know, Nev,” Will said with a shrug. “I watched Eric and his fucked up pack enter an hour ago. Diana was with them, and that human bitch’s cousin as well. But something’s not right.”
Not what he wanted to hear. Nev wanted to finally end this. If all went well, he’d have Eric’s mate in the palm of his hand, his to torture while Eric watched. And Dom would be there. His heart raced at thoughts of seeing the golden Ravager again.
At least this plan had merit. Thanks to their informant, they knew Kate had all but disappeared from the Savage clan days ago. No one had seen her since, and Jesse and Logan, apparently Eric’s old packmates, had vanished as well. So much for using any of them as bait.
He wondered how Malcolm fit into the picture. The shithead had done some damage to the Lawless clan in that last attack. A worthy adversary, at least. Should Nev allow him to live or not? Perhaps he’d give him to Will, if Will didn’t have his hands full with Diana. No matter what Will said, Nev knew he wanted a pack. Because without a female, he had no chance at a future.
Speaking of their future…
“You sure the Salinas won’t interfere?” Nev asked Will, just to be on the safe side.
“Chen’s taking care of them. Listen to the surrounding silence. No one’s around. The whole fucking neighborhood is practically empty.”
Nev nodded. Thank the Void for that stupid ring. Chen would do anything to get it back.
“Fine. Have half of them surround the house. You, me, and the other half will take out anyone not Ravager. Have them do their best not to kill Eric and the others. Not yet.”
Will grinned and spread the word. The death squad readied to breach the entrance of the Morely estate. After a signal from one of his scouts, they entered in a rush.
No one in the front rooms or the upstairs. No one in the basement either, until he scented Dom near. Arousal stirred.
“Will?”
Will frowned. “Search for a hidden door. I can smell them.”
“Me too,” Nev growled, his hunger for Dom an agonizing need, one that almost overshadowed his desire for revenge on the Savage clan and Eric in particular.
They searched through bookshelves and along the cracked paint peeling over the walls. The basement was an odd, untended area compared to the rest of the finely furnished house.
And then something special happened. The wall split in front of him. No, not the wall. A hidden doorway groaned as it slid behind the cracked wall paneling.
They walked a few meters before a rush of air breezed by them. And suddenly, they weren’t in a house anymore but standing on a football field illuminated by blazing lights. Blinking into confusion, Nev tried to figure out what the fuck he’d walked into. And where the hell had all his men gone? Only a dozen remained with him.
In the center of the field, an old lady waited with her hands on her hips. “Well, come on. We’re waiting on you.”
Ravagers, both Savage and Lawless, and a host of other Voider species, filled the overcrowded stands surrounding the field. There, in the front, sat Tommy Chen.
“What the fuck?”
Chen grinned and waved, wearing his trademark sunglasses.
Beyond caring about his own protection, Nev narrowed his focus on the party sitting right behind Chen. Dom sat between another Ravager and a pretty human female, who sat next to Eric Savage.
Nev stormed toward the group, his men in tow, and neared the old woman. She looked enough like Eric’s female to be a relation. Obviously older, yet the woman stunk of power.
He stopped, abruptly unsure about this trap he seemed to have stepped into. One of Chen’s making? But why would Chen ally himself with Eric and the woman who’d stolen his precious ring when he had a price on her head? Did Chen have the ability to transport people? Because Nev still didn’t understand how he’d been in the Morely house one minute and in what appeared to be a high school football stadium the next.