Page 12 of Return to the Pack

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Warrick says, patting his large thigh.

I pad toward him and settle onto his knee. I kiss his stubble-covered cheek and breathe him in. “Hey to you, too, Daddy. How’s everyone feeling this morning?”

“Apparently not as good as you three,” Ethan says with a wink. Sitting across the table from me, he picks up a piece of bacon, leans over, and holds it in front of my mouth.

I take the tasty meat between my teeth, savoring the taste of crisp, salted pork.

Callan sets a plate of sourdough pancakes in front of me, and Axel scoots the syrup in my direction. I remember the sticky syrup of our cum when he rubbed it into my skin last night, and a shiver of longing runs through me.

Warrick nudges the butter toward my plate. “The real question is how are you feeling?” He gently fingers my wet pussy through my panties.

I slide my knife through the butter and spread it on my flapjacks. “I feel good,” I say with a sigh, squirming against his hand. “Especially when you do that, Daddy.”

The men all side-eye each other and shift in their seats.

“I thought we took care of your needs at dawn,” Callan says, sitting beside me. He pours a healthy dollop of syrup on his pancakes and then drizzles some on mine. Then, he forks a bite of pancake and holds it before my mouth. “Not that I’m going to deny you more.”

I take the bite he offers, chew, and swallow the delicious morsel. Warrick tugs my panties aside and strums a finger back and forth over my clit. I sigh and close my eyes, savoring the food and the sensation of his rough finger on my delicate, swollen flesh at once. “I’m in heaven,” I sigh through the food.

“Good, baby girl,” Warrick says. “We’re right here with you.”

“And determined to keep you safe and satisfied,” Axel says, shoving his empty plate aside. He leans back in his chair, his hungry gaze fixed on me now that he’s filled his other appetite.

“We’ll keep her satisfied alright,” Warrick growls, circling my swollen clit with his fingertip and making me squirm on his thigh.

It’s so cool to witness the camaraderie and cooperation between my men.

“Yeah, about Luna’s safety….” Ethan eyes me and licks his lips. “Did you find out anything about the attack yet, Axel?”

“Yeah,” Axel says, reaching for a toothpick from a small, white container in the center of the table. He tucks it into the corner his mouth, his nostrils flaring as he watches me eat while Warrick torments my pussy under the table. “Not much, but a bit of info. One of the elders, a guy named Gordon who you’ll meet soon enough, said he in the old days they fought off a group of wolves who mutated from feeding on human flesh. You know and I know we’re not cannibals. We don’t eat other humans.”

“Except pussy,” Ethan says with a wink at me. “I’ll eat any pussy, human or otherwise.”

I moan and grind against Warrick’s hand as he fingers my slick folds, teasing my entrance with the tip of a finger.

“We also know the powers that come from this act,” Axel says, only casting a disapproving glance Ethan’s way.

“I’ve eaten heart,” Warrick says. “I’ll eat the heart of my enemy any damn day.”

Axel nods. “That’s part of what makes you so powerful. And a wolf who eats more than that, who regularly feasts on human flesh… It’s like a steroid for a human. Pumps up a wolf to be unnaturally strong, aggressive, and oversized.”

Warrick lifts his chin, clearly ready for a confrontation, but Axel seems unworried about Warrick’s small acts of cannibalism. Pride for both men swells inside me, and a wave of wetness drenches Warrick’s fingers. He slowly slides one inside my heated pussy while I eat. I try not to make a sound, since they’re all acting like everything’s normal. I close my eyes and savor the sweet pancakes as I take another huge bite, sucking the syrup from the fork.

“Do you think Ama organized the mutant wolves before she died?” I ask, ignoring Warrick’s slick finger pumping into me. “Maybe she had backups in play in case the first one screwed up.”

“Like I said last night, I don’t think she’s that smart,” Axel says. “She was wily, but not a strategic planner, and these wolves aren’t a pack. They’re lone wolves, and she wasn’t dominant enough to organize them.”

“That thing was a huge-ass motherfucker,” Callan says, picking up his now empty plate and licking it clean. “Thank the devil for giving me strength to take it down before it took Luna away from us. We should head back to check he’s dead, though.”

“We’ll do it right after breakfast.” Warrick drums his fingers on the table while his other hand works a second, thick finger into my opening. “But why would anyone be after our girl? Ama’s gone, and no one else could wish her harm.”

“I sure don’t have the answer to that question.” Axel tosses the toothpick on his plate. “But I hope we can suss out some more answers before one of them gets to her.” He turns to face me. “No way can you go out alone, Luna. Not until we figure out who’s after you and why.”

His piercing blue-eyed gaze tangles with me, and I shiver as Warrick’s fingers move in a slow, sensual circle inside me while I hold the gaze of our Alpha.

“Damn straight,” Warrick growls. “You’re to be with us at all times. No exceptions. You can’t even go out in the woods to pee, got it?” Warrick slides his free arm around my middle, fiercely protective, pinning me while he thrusts his fingers into my dripping pussy with renewed vigor.

“All my freedoms are being taken away again,” I say, sinking into his chest and panting out little gasps of breath with every word.