“Fuck, sorry,” Chayton said, grimacing. But his expression turned to pure shock, then pleasure when April clenched and released her muscles around us. She looked into his eyes as she did it again, hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
“Gaia fucking save me, you feel amazing,” Chayton said as he began to move inside her. Once he got going, I gently pulled out and pushed back in, only increasing my pace when April reached above her to grab the headboard with one hand.
“Fuck me harder,” she breathed, and we both obeyed. All my attention was fixed on the sensation of her tight ass gripping my cock. I shoved in deep with punishing thrusts while Chayton did the same, his cock pressing against mine through the thin membrane of muscle inside her. He fixed his gaze on me over her shoulder for a few beats, and there was no mistaking his absolute rapture over finding her, and over being chosen, something neither of the ursa had ever expected would happen to them alone, much less to all six of us together.
But here she was, more than happy to be with all of us, not to mention entertain our desires with such open enthusiasm.
I slipped a hand around her hip and dipped my fingers down to find her clit.
“Come with us, tesoro,” I murmured against her ear.
“I’m there,” she breathed. “Oh god, yes!”
Her muscles quivered and began to spasm around us. Chayton gasped, and his eyes flew wide, then he let out a loud groan. I flew over with them, slamming into her ass one last time and holding her tight. I dropped my head to her shoulder and moaned as my orgasm rocked through me, and the Nirvana of two people I loved flooded into me.
I gently slipped out of her, but we were still breathing heavy when I heard a throat clear. I ignored it, too spent and content where I was to care about anything else in the world but the press of April’s warm body against me.
Again, the clearing throat, more impatient than before. Then Tate’s sardonic voice. “Sorry to interrupt this precious moment, but we have a visitor.”
28
April
Dread rippled through me at Tate’s announcement but faded when his expression only looked a little cautious and somewhat stiff, as if he didn’t know how to act.
“Who is it?”
“He says his name is Andrew Vincent. He had a key.”
I shot up, scrambling off the bed. “Are you sure? Dad’s here?”
“Yep,” Tate said. “And from the sound of things, it’s pretty urgent. You should come now.”
“Not a fucking chance. Look at me!” I dipped my head to sniff my armpit and wrinkled my nose. “Or more accurately, smell me. I smell like…all of you put together with a layer of B.O. on top. I’m taking a quick shower. Tell him I’ll be down in ten minutes.”
Tate looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“I’ll tell him,” Gray said, slipping into a pair of jeans. He was halfway to the door when I grabbed his elbow and hauled him back.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re showering too. Neither of you are meeting my dad without washing me off you. Go use one of the other bathrooms so we can make this fast.” I leaned in and gave Tate a blatant sniff, but all I smelled was fresh-cut wood and burly man, not a trace of me to be found. The scent made me want to haul him into bed for another round, but there wasn’t time for it now.
My dad was here. Here. Why now, I couldn’t begin to guess. I didn’t know where he’d gone. It must mean he had good news, didn’t it? Man, I fucking hoped so.
I trotted into the bathroom and turned the hot water knob in the shower to full blast and stepped in before it heated up, not wanting to waste time. The water was just barely getting warm by the time I was ready to rinse off.
I towel dried my hair and left it hanging loose to air dry. Dad had seen me in worse states, but I’d be damned if I met him with the scent of six men’s essences still clinging to me. God, what the hell must he have thought being greeted by a stranger in a house that used to be his?
At the top of the stairwell, I paused, picking up the deep timbre of a chorus of muted voices from down below. Gray and Chayton were already there. The mood sounded mostly somber, with smatterings of subdued laughter. I smiled, realizing I could easily pick out each of my lovers’—mates’—voices, as well as my dad’s. My stomach fluttered at the idea of them meeting like this, without any warning in advance. At least none of their voices seemed hostile. They all sounded polite, if not openly friendly, though there was a sense of tension to everyone’s tones.
Anxious, I descended the rest of the way, struggling to be stealthy and cursing myself for putting on my boots before heading down. I rounded the corner, pausing when I faced the archway leading into the library. The guys were all there, Tate and Stuart seated on the sofas, the others standing or leaning in other spots, effectively surrounding our new guest who sat in one of the armchairs facing the windows. I slowly padded toward them.
“Dad?” I addressed the back of a curly blond head that turned the second the word left my lips, then he was up and striding toward me.
“April. Thank God you’re okay.”
He pulled me into his arms and squeezed so tight he stole my breath. I stared over his shoulder at my six mates, seeing them with fresh eyes. My heart thudded hard at the collection of concerned expressions, all of which were focused on my welfare.
“I’m fine, all right?” I whispered in Dad’s ear. “You can let me go.”
“I’m so damn sorry I led them to you. I didn’t know he’d stop chasing me and come after you.”
I pushed away and looked up at him. “You couldn’t have known, Dad. It’s okay.”
“All I know is that Chase bastard—the owner of Pandemonium—is one persistent bastard. When I left you, I thought they’d keep following me. When they didn’t, I knew I’d messed up, that they’d gone after you instead. I’m so sorry, honey. But I had to come because we’re running out of time. They’re still coming after you.”
“I know. You were right to send me here, but where the hell have you been all this time?” I asked, urging him to sit again. I parked myself on the big leather hassock in the center of the room facing him. I was acutely aware of my mates’ patient yet cautious presence and the fact that I’d have to explain them to my father soon. I guessed they hadn’t chosen to do it for me.
“Did you?” I projected to my three dragon mates.
“No. But he didn’t ask, which I find interesting,” Stuart replied.
“Actually, I’ve been here too. In a sense, anyway.” He propped his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me, then cleared his throat, his cheeks turning pink as he dropped his gaze to his feet. Lifting his eyes again, he said, “There’s someone who I think you need to meet.”
He kept his gaze fixed on me, not even turning when I caught movement from the direction of the archway into the library. I lifted my gaze, and a figure appeared in the shadows, a wiry woman in black jeans and a black leather jacket, her dark hair bound in a long braid. She had a wary look, her brown eyes darting around at all the others. Behind me, someone started to growl.