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“We will,” Luna assures us, her voice sleepy even as she rolls over and arches her back, pushing her ass against me to show me she’s ready for another round.

Damn if I’m not the happiest guy in the world as I oblige her.

Chapter Nine

Luna

What a week it’s been! I don’t think I’ve moved from the bedroom once, except to pee and shower. Callan even brought me my meals in bed, with each of my men taking turns feeding me and waiting on me hand and foot, since they insist my only job for the week is to get a baby in my belly. When I’m not eating or cuddling with my four mates, I’m engaged in various forms of what Ethan calls ‘sexual satisfaction.’

The mating urge has me in its grips for a solid week, and I can’t say I don’t enjoy being fucked every which way by my four strong, wild wolves until I beg for mercy, and then doted on in turn. They keep feeding me and encouraging me to work up my stamina so they can all go again, sometimes taking turns and sometimes all pouncing and pleasuring me at once until I feel so good I think I’ll die. I feel like some sort of demon who can never get enough, who wants nothing more than to suck the lifeforce out of her men through their cocks and into her womb.

But not one of them complained. They were all too happy to feed my hungry womb with their seed over and over again, even propping my hips up on pillows afterwards to keep it from running out.

By the time it’s over, a new bond hums between us. I can sometimes even sense the invisible threads that bind us all together—we’re well and truly a family.

Today, I’m stepping away from the house with all my men by my side. Now that my heat’s abated, Axel made arrangements for a pack ceremony to swear us all in as official Jacksonville pack members. Additionally, Warrick will be sworn in as Axel’s Second in Command.

As I sit in Axel’s truck, snuggled between him and Callan, a sense of contentment I’ve never experienced before settles over my being. The sun is shining, the storm has passed, and we’ve survived. More than that, my heat brought us all together, and now we’re well and truly bound as a family. I’m proud of my role in it, proud that I’m the one who ended the feud between the outlaw triplets and the pack, and proud that my heat got the triplets and Axel so comfortable with each other, as it’s hard to be standoffish when you’re all naked and bumping up against each other.

Warrick and Ethan are behind us on their motorcycles, ready to ride. They exchange a nod at one another, and then each man pulls on either side of the truck.

Axel turns to look at Warrick through the open window.

“Is that the fastest you can drive, old man?’ Warrick yells, his long hair whipping behind him.

It’s going to take me days to comb out the tangles in his hair, but neither of us will care, although Warrick will surely pretend to be grumpy about it.

“Who you calling an old man?” Axel calls back, gunning the truck.

“We’re calling you old,” Ethan hollers from the other side of the truck, through Callan’s open window. He recently cut his hair short, nearly to the scalp, so no tangles for him. “You drive like my grandpa when he was stoned.”

He lets out a laugh as he slows the bike to a crawl, falling behind. Then, in a burst, he leans on the throttle, and he’s by our side again. The roar of their engines sends a thrill through my spine, and the smell of the exhaust makes me feel free, like I do when I’m on the bike with one of them.

Ethan looks through the cab at Warrick, and they each exchange another nod.

Then, in unison, they roar in front of us, leaving us in the dust.

“So that’s what we’re playing at, is it?” Axel grumbles. Then he floors the gas pedal.

I let out a squeal, but in truth, I love being wild and free with my men. The swamp blurs as we speed along the dusty road, with Warrick’s and Ethan’s taillights ahead.

“Flash your tits at them,” Axel says, giving me a mischievous grin.

Callan chuckles and pulls me up onto his lap. When we get close, I lean my head and torso out the window, lifting my t-shirt to reveal my pale breasts with their nipples still red and raw from all the sucking they got over the past week. I swear Warrick and Ethan are going to get in a wreck when they start to swerve, staring hard at me in their rearview mirrors.

I’m laughing so hard I nearly fall out the window. Callan’s hands firmly clutch my hips, keeping me inside as his body quakes with laughter.

Warrick falls back next to Axel’s windows once more. “You’ve got an unfair advantage in your truck, Alpha.”

“Secret weapon,” Axel says with a smirk. He rests his hand on my bare thigh as I settle between them again, and Warrick and Ethan fall back behind the truck again.

When we arrive at the clearing, the other pack members are already there and are prepping the fire pit for a barbecue. But my gaze lands with a jolt on the one person I’d hoped to never see again in this lifetime—Elder Amexaryl.

Looking as frail as ever, like she might blow away if the wind catches her, Elder Amexaryl stands among the other older members of the pack. She’s the old crone who severed the True Mate connection between Axel and me. In so doing, she left my heart a shredded, bloody mess and the True Mate mark which had appeared during our bonding ceremony nothing but a faded scar. It’s still that way, and it will never glow with the moonlight magic that shows the world that I belong to Axel and he belongs to me.

“What’s she doing here?” I hiss at Axel, my wolf whining down in her belly at the sight of the offending elder.

Axel winces and casts a guilty look in my direction. “She’s our ceremonial elder. Only she can perform the ritual of a pack bond.”