Ink Reunited (10 page)

“That’s what we’re here for,”
Rafe whispered.

Sassy pulled Ian down for a
kiss, her tongue brushing his, and he moaned. “Love me,” she whispered against
his lips.

“Always,” he answered.

“Take me to the bedroom,”
Sassy demanded and Ian nipped at her lip.

“I thought I was the alpha
one.”

She rolled her eyes. “If you
two don’t know by now that I call the shots, there’s really no hope for you.”

Rafe stood, bringing Sassy to
her feet. “We’ll see about that.” He picked her up and carried her to the
bedroom as she squeaked.

Ian took a deep breath and
smiled.

Finally.

She was theirs.

He stripped off his shirt and
pants as he made his way into the bedroom, not at all surprised that Sassy was
already naked and Rafe was between her legs, licking that sweet pussy of hers.

Her hands were tangled in
Rafe’s hair and she grinned at him. “Told you,” she whispered.

“Really? You’re in control?”
Rafe asked, then pumped three fingers into her heat and she bucked against him.
“Pass me the lube, Ian.”

Ian chuckled and got the
bottle and a few condoms from the nightstand. He squeezed a few drops on Rafe’s
hand and cupped his dick as he watched Rafe fuck her ass with his finger, nice
and slow.

“See? I’m totally in charge,”
Rafe mumbled against her thigh.

“You win!” Sassy gasped.

“No, I win,” Ian murmured as
he stood behind Rafe and dipped his own lubed finger between his cheeks.

“Holy shit, that’s cold,” Rafe
shouted.

“I’ll warm you up,” Ian
promised.

He rimmed Rafe’s hole with his
finger then slowly pressed against it, the feel of the tight ring of muscles
intoxicating. He couldn’t wait to feel it around his dick.

“That feels so good,” Rafe
moaned.

“I know
exactly
what
you mean,” Sassy panted beneath Rafe.

Ian worked Rafe until he knew he
was ready. He slowly rubbed small circles over Rafe’s prostate and his lover
shuddered.

“Don’t do that yet. Fuck. I’m
going to come and I’m not even in Sassy yet.”

“Then saddle up,” Ian teased.

“Did you just compare me to
a—oh my fucking God that feels good!” Sassy screamed as Rafe slid into her
pussy.

Ian gripped Rafe’s hips to
steady him. “Let me know if I need to go slower,” he said, then pressed the
crown of his condom covered cock at Rafe’s entrance. He pushed, the pressure
giving way as he slid past that tight ring.

Both men—and Sassy—moaned as
Ian moved. Inch by inch, he sank into Rafe’s ass, the tight feeling so fucking
hot he knew he’d have to be careful or he’d come right then. Finally, at
fucking last, he was balls-deep and ready to move.

“Ready?” Ian gritted out.

“Ready!” Sassy and Rafe yelled
together.

Ian pulled out, the motion
forcing Rafe to move back as well, his own cock deep in Sassy. Ian set the
pace, each thrust thereby thrusting inside of Sassy. He pushed hard, his balls
tightening as he forced himself not to come.

Sassy writhed under them, her fingers
digging into Ian’s arms. He loved that she was touching him as well, connecting
them in body, soul, and future.

“I’m going to come,” Sassy
breathed, and then her body flushed, her nipples darkening as Rafe leaned back
to rest his head on Ian’s shoulder.

Rafe pounded into her and Ian
pushed the man down on top of her so he could do the same. Rafe shouted, his
ass tightening around Ian’s cock as he came and Ian followed soon after, his
body going lax as he filled his partner’s ass inside the condom.

Ian pulled out then laid on
the bed beside Sassy with Rafe lying on her other side.

They rested there for a few
moments before each man got up, took care of their condoms, then came with
warm, wet towels. They took turns cleaning Sassy and each other up before
throwing the towels near the hamper and lying back down on either side of their
woman.

“I’ve missed that,” Ian
panted. “God, I’ve missed that.”

Sassy laughed between them and
patted both of their chests. “Next time I get to be the creamy center of our
cookie. Then Ian can be. We’ll switch it up.”

Ian closed his eyes. “I think
I need a nap first.”

Rafe snorted. “You’re getting
old, man.”

Sassy reached down and cupped
him, his dick hardening. “Naw, you’re both getting hard at just one touch. But
don’t worry, I’ll let you rest. We’re not going anywhere.”

Ian turned on his side so he
could look down at them both. “Never, Sassy. I’m not leaving you. I love you,
both.”

Rafe turned as well. “I love
you both, too.”

Tears filled her eyes and she
smiled. “Happy tears. I promise. I love you both so fucking much. So. Fucking.
Much.”

Ian let out a breath and took
her mouth.

That’s what he’d waited to
hear and knew that no matter what had happened, what
would
happen, as
long as they had those words, they’d be fine.

They’d be better than fine.

They were together again.

Finally.

“Yes, Ian, darling, getting a
tattoo hurts. Suck it up,” Sassy teased. She laid on her stomach as Shep inked
her ass with the same tattoo Caliph was putting on Rafe, and Austin—their guest
artist for the time being—drew on Ian.

While Rafe was smiling as
Caliph inked their tattoo on his lower hip, Ian kept closing his eyes and
gritting his teeth.

“What’s the matter, dude?
Don’t like someone touching your ass?” Caliph snorted.

“I have a preference for who
touches my ass, thank you very much,” Ian gritted out.

Austin threw his head back and
laughed. “I’m touched that you’re letting me ink you then. I know your ass
belongs to Rafe and Sassy. I promise to leave your dignity intact.”

“Fuck you,” Ian mumbled.

“I think we just said I wasn’t
going to that, bro’, but thanks anyway. And you have this whole piece on your
back. You’d have thought you’d already be used to ink.”

Ian let out a breath. “I’m
relaxed. I promise. I just don’t like seeing Sassy wince.”

Sassy grinned as the men let
out a collective “Awww”. “That’s sweet baby. Yeah, it hurts, but its okay.
Shep’s hands are magic.”

“They better not be too good
with the magic,” Rafe pointed out.

“Fuck you, Chavez,” Shep said
and flipped him off. “Don’t let Shea hear you say that or she’ll kick you in
the nuts.”

“And since I like his nuts,
I’ll be sure to keep him from acting like an idiot,” Sassy put in. “How’s it
looking?”

Shep grunted. She knew he
didn’t like talking about how his work looked until it was done. He was
temperamental that way. Between him, her men, and Austin, and Caliph, they’d
come up with a design that would work for the three of them.

They’d finally found something
small, but perfect. It was a ring of fire interlocking with a ring of ice encircling
a red lily in the center. It was mostly black with subtle color shading so the
red really stood out, and Sassy freaking loved it.

It was perfect for them.

They
wanted the ink because after all, it’s what Rafe and Ian had come in for in the
first place. Now she was part of it. And because they weren’t planning on a
wedding until they could work out the details of their own lives and the
legalities of it, the ink would represent their promises.

Their devotion.

She turned to look at her men
as they got their ink and smiled.

Her second life began at
Midnight Ink and she’d never forget that.

Her second chance at a true
happily ever after, walked through Midnight’s doors ten years later. They were
three in one, united and loved.

They were reunited and yet
still themselves.

There really wasn’t anything
else in the world she could have wanted.

Midnight Ink had given her
love, life, and happiness.

Rafe and Ian were her center.

This was her future. After
all,

The
Sassy always knows
best.

The End

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Ink Reunited
. I had so much fun
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Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and
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Hidden Destiny

Chapter One

Her wolf wanted to eat him up—one tasty morsel at a time.

Lexi Anderson sighed.

No, that wouldn’t be happening.

It didn’t matter that she wanted to lick the man at the party with many
generous swipes of her tongue because it just wouldn’t happen.

It didn’t matter that she wanted to bury her hands in his hair while he
pumped himself into her, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against one another
as they came together hard.

It still wouldn’t be happening.

She took a deep breath, the outside air filling her lungs and cooling
her down—at least somewhat. As she tried to relax, she took in her
surroundings, needing something far greater than her to function. The trees
stood around them, tall, ancient, almost comforting. The sun warmed her skin in
the cooling air, though just from looking at the man across from her, she was
heated plenty already.

She took another breath, holding it in for as long as she could. The
scent of forest and the coming rain would never be enough for her.

Lexi would never know the feeling of the land beneath her four paws,
the brush of wind in her fur, nor the release of home and center when the
moon’s pull finally took her wolf.

No, she would never have any of that, yet she should have been used to
it by now.

She’d been a latent wolf—a wolf trapped within her body, unable to
shift, but still part of her in a sense—for all fifty years of her life, and
wishing for something different was only making things harder for her. Since
latent wolves couldn’t shift into their wolf forms, they were forever bound to
their human forms and cut off from the wolf part of their souls. They couldn’t
even hear their other half’s thoughts. Oh, they could feel
something
, or
at least feel the instincts and some of the urges that came with being a wolf,
but they didn’t feel the same connection that others did.

It had been a miracle in itself that she’d survived into adulthood, as
most latent wolves died from the added stress to their bodies because of their
inability to shift.

She was one of the lucky ones.

If one could call it that.

There were more important things in her world than the fact she would
never be able to shift into a wolf.

Namely, the little boy playing in the front yard of the Alpha’s home.

Parker, her eight-year-old son and love of her life, currently played
in a pile of wolf babies. Well, only one baby was currently in wolf form, as
the others were too young to change yet, but her Parker seemed to be in heaven.

Finn, the son of the Heir to the Redwood Pack, jumped on Parker’s
stomach. Luckily the three-year-old had learned enough control in wolf form
that he didn’t have his claws out. Wolf children didn’t shift until they were
at least two or three years old when they would have at least a semblance of
control over their little bodies.

Even though Lexi had grown up in the Talon Pack and knew that children
play-fought in both forms, she still winced. It had been awhile since she’d
been around other wolves for long periods of time, and she didn’t like the idea
of her baby being hurt by Finn’s little claws.

It was, after all, only the third time the other little boy had shifted
into this form. He had remarkable control though, considering his age. Lexi
wasn’t sure if that had to do with the royal blood running through his veins,
the fact that he would one day be the Heir and then eventually the Alpha, or
that he was wise for his age. He’d already been through so much, almost being
killed by the hands of their worst enemy. He’d been changed dramatically, even
at a young age.

All of that together seemed to have made one strong little wolf.

The little fluff ball mock growled at Parker then rolled onto his back,
leaving all four paws in the air. His cousins, Micah and Brie, who were both
under two, gave up trying to tickle Parker and went to give Finn a belly rub.

Something oddly hollow echoed in Lexi’s chest at the sight.

These babies were part of a family. A family that, while they had
opened their home to her, Parker, and her brother, Logan, wasn’t hers.

They would never be hers.

Not really.

She thought she had a family before with the Talons, and then that had
been shattered. The Alpha had exiled her, cutting her off from the Pack because
of something out of her control. Logan came with her because he was her
brother. God, she hated that she’d caused him to be a lone wolf, shunned
because of what had happened to her.

They spent over eight years on the run until finally coming into
contact with the Redwoods. For some reason, they had opened their wards and let
them into their Pack—blood bond and all.

She knew not everyone within the Pack was happy about it, but the
Jamensons, the ruling family, wanted them.

Lexi still wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

A man, Patrick, yes, that was his name, walked past her and glared. Not
so odd considering most wolves who didn’t really know her seemed to do that,
but she didn’t know this man or what his problem was.

She raised a brow, and he looked down on her as though she were
five-day-old dog poo.

Great.

He walked away, and she looked off in the distance. It seemed making
friends with people other than the Jamensons was going to be a lost cause. In
Patrick’s case, it didn’t seem as though she was missing anything.

“Still on the outside looking in?” Cailin Jamenson, the Alpha’s only
daughter, asked as she walked up to Lexi’s side.

Lexi gave the gorgeous woman a weak smile, feeling positively frumpy
and old in her tattered jeans and shirt. It wasn’t as if Lexi had a closet full
of clothes after being on the run for so long. In fact, most of what she was
wearing and possessed was borrowed.

Damn, she’d have to change that soon. It didn’t sit well with her that
she didn’t have much to her name. She left most of her belongings when she left
the Talons and hadn’t been able to add to her wardrobe and personal things over
time. That whole experience left Lexi feeling less than attractive.

Cailin, however, looked like God’s gift to man with her long blue-black
hair flowing down her back and her piercing green eyes that seemed to see more
than Lexi wanted. The woman would make fashion models feel inferior with her
sharp cheekbones, curves like a goddess, painted-on jeans, and a tight tank
that only emphasized the woman’s way-too-perky breasts.

Lexi had a decent body because of the healthy metabolism and genetics
of being a wolf, but there must have been something special in the water the
day Cailin Jamenson was conceived.

Logan didn’t stand a chance.

Lexi snorted at that thought, and Cailin raised her brow. It was plain
to see that Logan and Cailin were potential mates. Because fate was a fickle
bitch, each wolf had many—or sometimes not so many—potential mates that they
could meet throughout their long lifetimes. Just because the mating urge rode
hard and a connection could click into place at any moment didn’t mean that the
two parties had to act on it.

From where Lexi stood, it seemed the lone Jamenson daughter wanted to
be as far from Logan as possible.

There had to be a story there, but considering Lexi had even more
secrets of her own, she wasn’t about to start prying.

Much.

“Lexi?”

She blinked as Cailin moved closer, her eyebrows lowered.

“Sorry. I’m just thinking.” Well, it was the truth, though Lexi wasn’t
about to tell Cailin what she was actually thinking about.

“Do I want to know what about?” Cailin asked, tucking a strand of hair
behind her ear.

It was May and summer was already starting its angry burn across the
rest of the country, but in the Northwest, it was still a bit cool with the
cloud cover. Plus, the Pack’s den was situated between two cliff faces and
surrounded by tall trees. Though not actually Redwoods, they were close. It was
a running joke—like a thousand years running—that the Pack was named after
trees that didn’t actually exist in their chosen area.

Lexi didn’t quite get it, but it wasn’t a big deal. She was just happy
this Pack seemed to have opened their arms to her and her family.

At least the Jamensons had.

The rest of the Pack…yeah, not so much. An image of Patrick filled her
mind, and she blinked it away.

That was a thought for another time. Right now, she had a little boy’s
birthday to celebrate, a certain wolf to avoid, and a pretense to show another
wolf that everything was okay while she herself avoided that certain wolf.

It was confusing enough that Lexi didn’t need to add another set of
worries to her already full plate.

“Lexi, hon? What the heck is going on in that head of yours?” Cailin
moved to block Lexi’s view of the tangle of children and stared right at her
face.

Lexi might have been a couple inches taller than the other woman, but
Cailin had a presence that couldn’t be ignored. She only had to ask her
brother.

She shook her head then smiled. At least she thought she smiled. It
might as well have been a grimace considering the way Cailin’s eyebrow rose.

Again.

“I’m fine. Really. I think I’m just tired. That’s all.”

“Not sleeping?” Cailin asked.

“Not really.” That wasn’t a change though. Lexi rarely slept through
the night. She never really had considering she was latent. Her body was a
little more wired than most because she couldn’t expel energy the way the other
wolves could. Not to mention the whole on-the-run thing didn’t exactly soothe
one’s nerves.

“Do you need to talk to Hannah about getting something to help you
sleep?”  Hannah was the Pack Healer, the one person connected to the Pack
through bonds that enabled her to use the overall energy and her own powers to
Heal others. “If you don’t want to go to her, I can probably help. I used to
grow the Pack herbs until Hannah took over.”

Wolves’ metabolisms were such that they couldn’t take the usual human
drugs or even get drunk on alcohol. It was great for the wolves, considering
their genetics helped with maintaining their bodies for centuries and sometimes
even longer, but sucked for things like the common cold. Wolves didn’t actually
die of old age like humans did. Those that reached a certain age became elders
and usually shut themselves off from the world because of all their memories.
Cailin had once grown the herbs and harvested other plants used as natural
remedies to help the wolves. Now that Hannah had come into the Pack when she’d
mated Cailin’s brother, Reed—as well as another man named Josh—and become the
Healer, Cailin had been out of a job.

From the tone Cailin used just then, Lexi had a feeling the woman
didn’t quite know what to do with herself now. Sure, Cailin babysat her
numerous nieces and nephews—increasing in number daily it seemed—but the young
woman didn’t really seem to have a place in the Pack beyond the blood in her
veins.

Cailin was only in her early twenties though and over eighty years
younger than her brothers, who were all within a year or two in age.

No wonder the woman looked lost.

Oh great. Now Lexi was worrying about another’s problems rather than
her own. It made her forget the lingering doubts, fears, worries, and scariness
in her own life at least a little while.

“I’m fine, Cailin, really,” Lexi finally answered. “I don’t need to
take anything to sleep. Logan and I take turns freaking out around the house
when we have long nights and can’t sleep.”

Cailin stiffened at the mention of Logan’s name, and Lexi inwardly
cursed. Great going. It wasn’t as if Lexi didn’t know the other woman was
pointedly avoiding Logan.

An unwritten rule existed between the two of them.

Lexi didn’t mention her brother.

Cailin didn’t mention hers.

Ever.

Damn it.

“Thank you for offering though,” Lexi added lamely. “It’s nice that
your family is still holding a birthday party, despite all that’s going on.”

Oh, holy hell. Her attempt at changing the subject had failed. This
topic was just as bad as the original subject. Mentioning everything that was
“going on”—war, death, and torture—wasn’t the best way to cool the tension
rising between the two women. No, it was the exact opposite of what she’d hoped
to do.

Though, really, there didn’t seem to be a safe topic. It wasn’t as if
Lexi knew the Jamensons that well since she’d just become a Redwood, and with
the war with the Centrals—the main focal point and reason
why
Lexi,
Logan, and Parker were there in the first place—there wasn’t much else to talk
about.

Honestly though…

Cailin grinned, despite the mood. “We’re family. Finn’s the first
grandbaby, the first of them to shift. It’s a big deal. Plus, he’ll be Alpha
one day.”

“So he gets special treatment?”

Cailin shook her head. “Oh no. Not at all. Each of those babies, and
the ones to come, will get parties, love, and everything else they need. If we
didn’t do that, then what the hell are we fighting for?”

“I guess that makes sense.” It did. Though since she’d been shunned
from her own Pack because of the actions of others, she still didn’t quite
believe it. Oh, she desperately wanted to, but she couldn’t.

Not anymore.

“It damn well should,” Cailin grumbled. “My Pack is in pain because of
those assholes, and I’ll be fucking pissed if we win and lose ourselves. We’re
Pack and family first, warriors second. That’s what we need to be in order to
stay who we are. I was wrong once when I asked my dad if we could go dark to
win. Fucking wrong. I’m not going to do that again. We’re going to beat those
fucking bastards, and we’re going to do it all the while blowing out candles on
birthday cakes and making babies.”