“Hell, Vicki. You’re the only female I’ve ever marked. The only one who can tie my balls in a knot with one look.”
“That’s what you have to say to me?” her voice was almost shrill.
Damned if she wouldn’t pull it from him, word by word. “You scare the hell out of me. The thought of you in danger stirs my guer to a frenzy. When you’re mad, you set me on fire. I can’t think of anything but fucking you senseless, and then you have me fucking them senseless.” He nodded to Dom and Malcolm, who stared at him in fascination.
“Vicki, I’m yours,” he admitted through gritted teeth, trying not to wince at the large grin of triumph on her face. “Our guers are tied. There’s no going back. You’re mine,” he roared to the heavens. “You, Dom, and Malcolm belong to me. I claimed you, damn it. You’re not going anywhere, and I’ll never give you up, not any of you,” he said, a warning to Malcolm who was too new to the pack to know better.
As she and the others closed the distance between them, Eric saw his mistake. It wasn’t triumph on her face, but that same love she professed to want so badly from him.
“You love me,” she challenged. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
He swallowed hard, his gaze going from her eyes to her belly, to Dom and Malcolm, practically glowing with affection. A surge of protectiveness, of warmth, desire, of love, pushed past his resistance. What could three little words hurt, anyway?
“I love you.” He liked the way her eyes filled even as she tried to scowl at him. “Happy now?” he growled, totally claimed by this woman.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am,” she growled back, then smiled with such evil delight he couldn’t contain a groan. “You’re mine, he’s mine, and he’s mine,” she said, pointing at them all. “I’m claiming all of you. It’s official.” Devious enjoyment made his guer shake under the force of her love. “That means you’re mine, now, wolfie.”
Dom chuckled. Malcolm grinned.
“Ah, Vicki? You think I could have my legs back?” Eric was forced to ask.
She blinked in astonishment, waved his legs free, then leaped into his arms.
He crushed her to him, never planning to let her go.
“Wolfie?” Malcolm laughed. “So what’s my nickname? I prefer Stud or Big Man.”
“Don’t encourage her,” Dom chided, his smile wide enough to split his handsome face. “I told you, Prime. She’s yours.”
“Yeah,” Eric agreed. He’d never felt so complete as he did right now. “You’re right, as always. My woman, my queen. My mates,” he said with satisfaction, looking at the three of them.
Vicki kissed him until he could think of nothing more than getting inside her. She broke off to take Dom’s mouth, then Malcolm’s. “I don’t know if I mentioned it, but I’m a bit perverted myself. I can’t wait to see you two molest Malcolm again. He’s so pretty, isn’t he? Almost as pretty as Dom.”
They laughed, and Vicki moaned into Eric’s next kiss.
“Wait,” she whispered on a breath. “What about the others? Sean and Logan and Jesse? Are they okay?”
Dom stroked the side of her face. “Sean and Diana are fine. As for Logan and Jesse…”
Malcolm tried to stifle a snort but failed.
“Malcolm?” Eric frowned. “What don’t I know?”
“Kate’s in over her head with those two. I heard what they had planned. All this talk of females claiming males, well, in their case, I think it’s going to be the other way around.”
“You mean, the way I claimed Vicki and you two? The way I’m in charge?” Eric teased.
“In your dreams, Prime,” Vicki muttered and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her warm hands up and down his skin.
Dom got to work on Eric’s trousers, and Malcolm reached a hand between Eric and Vicki to encircle his cock.
Eric groaned and kissed her again, enthralled with his pack. “Always in my dreams, Vicki. So long as they’re of the three of you,” he breathed before returning kisses to his mates.
It was a long time before any of them returned to the house.
The End
Thank you for reading Namesake, the first in my Cross Step series. To read about more Ravagers, take a peek at Kate’s story. Her mates finally get her where they want her! And don’t worry. There’s more coming for Tommy Chen and the Voiders in Cross Step.
KATE COMPLETE EXCERPT
Kate knew she was foolish to believe in love and happily ever after. Human concepts that failed time and time again in this world, as evidenced by the divorce statistics growing daily. But Kate wasn’t human. Ravagers lived by a different standard, where sex shouldn’t necessitate affection and fulfilled a biological need. So why couldn’t she just accept Jesse and Logan as hers? Why should she care that they craved the prime’s female?
The constant flirting, the affectionate glances, the praise they practically heaped on the woman, all if of it drove her insane. She couldn’t be around them without wanting to scream. Why? Why couldn’t they feel that way about her?
Ripping the shower curtain from the bar in a rage, she growled and tossed it aside, then turned the water to cold and stepped in the tub. As the freezing drops pelted her sensitive skin, she absorbed the tiny pings of pain, hoping to drown out her anguish. By the Voids, what she wouldn’t give for some peace from this heat and her fucked up emotions.
She stood under the shower for close to an hour, just letting the water wash away her cares. When Kate could move without thoughts of Jesse and Logan shadowing her every step, she left the shower, dried off, and padded through her room to the bed. The curtains remained closed, sheltering her from the light of her current reality, and she fell into an exhausted slumber the second her head hit the pillow.
Awakening to the subtle sounds of movement in her room, Kate couldn’t tell how much time had passed in the dark. She felt much better, both physically and mentally. Until she tried to roll out of bed.
Kate tugged at her wrists and ankles, her limbs spread in an X, unable to move. She blinked up at darkness—into a blindfold. Sounds rustled from two different directions. More than one trespasser, and she couldn’t move.
A fogging lassitude made it hard to think. Kate prized control, and the feel of ties around her wrists and ankles scared the hell out of her. Even worse, in her confusion, she couldn’t smell more than a hint of the wildness identifying her captors as Ravagers. Had Mike and his creepy friend returned to finish what they’d started this morning?
Before she could speak, strong hands lifted her head and muted her with a ball gag.
Garbled behind the ball, “I’ll kill you, you pieces of shit! Cowards, too afraid to fight a female,” came out much less threatening than intended.
One of the men groaned, and she heard something familiar in his voice. Then he spoke, and she wanted to gut him from stem to sternum.
“That has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Kate Savage tied up, blindfolded, and gagged.” Logan sighed, and suddenly his scent filled the area.
To her irritation, anticipation made her nearly dizzy with desire. If Logan was here, then Jesse had to be close by. She shouldn’t want them, shouldn’t care that they’d tracked her down and tied her up. Taking advantage of her while she’d been asleep was a cowardly act, yet also a strangely provocative one.