“Please make her stop talking, Damien, or you, Lucas. Surely, one of you tops her,” Kellen growled while Jenna laughed. “Keep on chuckling, but you’re leaking, so who gets the last laugh?”
“Dammit. See, what you’ve done? You brought them, and my boobs wake up.” She stomped over, grabbing one of the little girls with a snarl then tempered with a smile down at the baby.
“You’re not gonna whip a boob out and feed them here are you?” Xan asked.
“Enough,” Lula roared. “This is not a circus show. Jenna, take your babies and your boobs, and I don’t mean your mates, though they can be boobs too, home to feed, and take care of your family. Kellen, I’ll need the use of your office for only a moment then I’ll take my err, mates to be, maybe, off somewhere else. Now, everyone who is not a bear and or a dragon, please exit the office. And that means everyone who is not Lula, Atika or Abyle get the fuck out of here. Now, please.” She tacked the last bit on, so she didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.
“Damn, our little dragon grew some balls. I like it.” Laikyn said. She and Lyric high-fived each other as they turned from the entryway.
“Yeah, well, don’t take any notes from her. You can’t shift into a huge-ass dragon and burn a forest down,” Kellen muttered before scooping up his boys.
“I’ll clean up the mess from your alpha roar,” Lula offered, waving as she spoke. The shattered whiskey bottles reforming, with the spilled liquid gathering and pouring back inside the containers. She even added a couple of full bottles of Kellen’s favorite expensive bottles of Makers.
“See? That right there is a classy female, Xan.” The alpha of the Iron Wolves clapped the other male on the shoulder as they walked out the door, shutting it with a bang behind them.
She stood in the middle of the room with just Jenna and her little family, waiting for them to leave. “Please, my Queen. I need time to talk with them and discuss the future.” Not only that, she needed to bond with them in case her sperm donor decided he was going to pop in and try to force a mating she wasn’t going to be okay with.
“Fine, but you make sure they are aware of everything first.” Jenna pointed an imperious finger at her.
“I would never start our lives out with a lie or even half-truths.” If there was one thing she’d learned in her long life, it was that honesty was very important in a mating and in all relationships.
“Good to know. We also would only ever do so if your life were at stake.” Atika nodded as if what he said was a given.
“Ah, what my brother meant to say was we wouldn’t lie either.”
“No, I said the truth, which wasn’t a lie.”
“Shut up, both of you.” Lula tried not to laugh at their banter, but dearest Goddess, they were cute.
“So, yeah, I think that means I can go, unless you have need of me to eliminate one of these two?” Creed offered, moving closer to Abyle.
“Boy, I wouldn’t if I were you,” Atika rumbled, his bear feeling the threat and need to protect himself and Lula.
“I think I like this one. Want to play with the big boys, do you?” Creed’s skin took on a red hue.
“Not in my office, fucker.” A speaker on the wall barked, Kellen’s voice loud as if he was in the room.
“Are you into watching now?” Creed asked.
The scent of sulfur filled the huge office, making Lula’s dragon antsy. “If you shift into your demon, my dragon will feel the need to protect her mates. Do you want to go there, Creed?”
Creed let out a breath, smoke coming out of his mouth. “I promised my female I’d play nice, but I just want to have some fun, and these two are more than they appear. Aren’t you, boys?”
Abyle and Atika stared at Creed, their entire focus lasered on him as if they were talking to one another, yet not missing a single thing.
“Fine, I’m going, but now I’m gonna have to pop into Hell and rip the head off something, and it’s your fault if Daddy-dearest gets mad.” Creed disappeared in a puff of smoke.
“Uh, Lula, is he speaking in euphemisms, or...?” Abyle asked.
“Nah, his daddy is really Satan, and he is probably, as we speak wreaking havoc in Hell. It’s not like he’s killing good guys, or things. Those in the Hell Realm are there because they’re bad. So, yeah, that’s Creed in a nutshell.” She folded her hands in front of her.
“Nutshell, for sure. Now, how about you come over here and give us a kiss?”
The question came from Atika, but Abyle was grinning in clear agreement. Her lips tingled in anticipation. “How about I whisk us away to a more private place where a nosy alpha can’t see or hear everything?”
The sound of giggling coming through the wall where the intercom was clearly proved she was correct.
ATIKA COULD TELL BY the way Lula kept staring at him and Abyle she was nervous. “Lula, you have no reason to fear us. You say stop, we stop. The only thing we ask is that you don’t disappear like you did last time.”
She sucked in a deep breath, nodding, before she spoke. “Agreed. I was just a little surprised to find you both so soon. I mean, not soon in years, but you know, soon. Gahh, I’m sounding like a twit. What I mean is—”
Abyle pulled their mate into his arms, silencing her the best way known to mankind, kiss the fuck out of her. Step two would be fuck the hell out of her, but that would need to wait until prying wolf eyes weren’t watching, even though Atika was all for doing it now, he was going to need to be the voice of reason.
“Before my brother rips your clothes off of you, maybe we should go somewhere else?” he suggested.
Lula pulled away from Abyle. Her lips were red and wet, fuller from the rough kisses. “Oh, yeah.”
It took the both of them a couple of seconds, and a few slow blinks accompanied with heavy breathing before they got their bearings. Shit, at this rate, he was worried he was going to be the brains of their triad. If so, they were gonna be in for a whole lot of trouble. The thought had him smiling because it was going to be a shitton of fun.
“I don’t like that expression on your face, mate-to-be.” Lula rubbed a finger over his lips.
Atika sucked the digit into his mouth, humming at the sweet flavor even that little bit of her held. “Ah, mi amore, trust me.”
Lula snorted. “Anytime a male tells a female that, they should do just the opposite.”
“Not my female, and you, Lula, are mine.” He nipped the pad of her finger before kissing it.
The shiver that action caused had his dick, which had been hard since he’d first caught sight of Lula, jerking inside his denim jeans.
“Have either of you traveled through space and time?”
He and his brother stared at Lula, then at each other, shaking their head.
“Well, I would be mean and just zap us out of here, but I really want you both to be on your A-game for when we get to where we’re going.” While she was speaking, she blew a puff of smoke in their faces, only it wasn’t offensive smelling but rather sweet like their female.
Atika felt a little drunk as the world spun and lights flashed around them. They’d had some potent moonshine from some of the best makers up in their area, but they’d learned to drink moderately lest they wake up naked, possibly in the wrong place at the wrong time with a loaded shotgun pointed at their head, or junk.