Scarlet - Alpha Marked, Book I (10 page)

“
Yeah.” Keller sounded as
if he felt the same.

“
Fuck, man. Let’s do it
again.” Madden’s words caused Scarlet to grin against his neck, and
she nuzzled him. She imagined he’d always be her crass, protective,
adorable man.

“
Damn straight.” She
chuckled, more than happy to “suffer” through their attentions once
more.

Keller recovered first. “Easy, sweet.
Sit still. I don’t think you’re ready for another
round.”

She pouted. “Are you sure?”

Madden’s cock twitched, thickening
within her pussy, and she winced. Her walls were raw and tingling
in a not-fun way. “Yeah, we’re sure.”

Scarlet sighed but didn’t argue. Yeah,
banging needed to go on hiatus for a little while. Keller moved,
withdrawing his cock from her ass, and she moaned at the
loss.

“
Shh… We’ll do it again
soon. Just maybe not today.”

She kept her face buried against the
wolf beneath her and nodded. When cool air hit her back, she
shivered, a chill pushing through her. But she became warm again in
moments. Madden eased her from him, slowly rolling her to his side
and settling her between her two mates.

They bracketed her, holding her
between them, and she realized they’d probably spend the rest of
their lives like this.

She signed and let her eyes drift
closed. “So, since I don’t get any more lovin’, someone wanna tell
me why you guys share a room and a bed? I mean, there was no
sword-crossing just now. But it’s cool, you know, if you guys… I
just wanna watch, m’kay?”

More growls. God, she loved their
growls.

Bleary, Scarlet wiped the sleep from
her eyes and stumbled into the main area of the suite. She chose to
ignore the massive array of guards positioned throughout the room.
She also decided to pretend none of them heard her during the
previous night with Keller and Madden.

Keep dreaming,
sweet.

She mentally harrumphed at Keller.
Damn man needed to leave her to her delusions.

So, telling you they were
all jealous they weren’t the ones buried in your delicious cunt
would be a bad thing?
She could “hear” the
smile in Madden’s voice.

This time, she growled.

The jerks laughed.

Double jerks.

Scarlet shuffled toward the center of
the room, knowing without a doubt that her sisters would come
hunting her. At least she could order room service before they
sniffed her out like bloodhounds.

It took mere moments to secure food, a
lot of food, and she snuggled into a comfy chair to
wait.

Thankfully, breakfast arrived before
Gabby and Whitney. Marginally before, but she still had five
minutes with a cup of coffee.

Gabby’s yell reached her first, loud,
but muffled. The elevator doors were still closed. Great. “You open
these doors, or I’ll bite you! I may not have furball teeth, but I
can still break skin!”

Damn, the woman had a set of lungs on
her.

Scarlet glanced around the space and
found a familiar guard. “Can you tell them to let my sisters in?
They’re not going to kill me. At least, not without a lot of
effort, and you can save me before things get bloody.”

The wolf grinned and left
the room, presumably to do as she asked. When the yells got louder,
she realized he’d followed through. Well, that was pretty cool. She
got to tell people what to do, and they
listened.

She wondered if that’d work on Keller
and Madden.

Not on your life.
Keller’s mental voice held a growl.

Only if I get a blow job
first.
Ah, Madden, her practical
man.

Stomps from the entryway grew louder,
and her sisters burst into the room.

“
Coffee?” Yeah, Gabby
wasn’t a morning person without coffee.

“
Breakfast.”
Whitney shared her love of nummies.

“
Ooh, Danishes.” Gabs eyed
the apple-filled treats.

“
And chocolate muffins. I
love you.” Yeah, that was Whitney. She was a sucker for
chocolate.

Gabby’s eyes drifted closed the moment
her lips touched the mug. Scarlet smiled, sad this would be ending.
No more morning munchies and getting together for no reason other
than the fact that they were sisters. They probably wouldn’t live
fifteen minutes from each other, like they were used to, when all
was said and done.

Not for forever, sweet.
We’ll figure things out.
Keller’s voice
held a hint of the sadness that inched into her heart.

I’m fine.
She wasn’t, but she could pretend.

The Captain of the guard came into the
room, giving her a jerky nod, and then he froze, hand going to his
arm.

She furrowed her brow. “Captain?”
Scarlet really needed to learn the man’s real name. She refused to
wander around calling the wolf by his title for all
eternity.

You will.

Scarlet mentally
snorted.
Not.

Brushing her mate’s grumbles aside,
she returned her focus to the statue-like guard. “You okay?” The
man’s eyes were glowing bright, edging closer and closer to pure
yellow. “Captain?”

Real worry assaulted her, but then her
mates entered, half-clothed, and rushed toward the Captain. A few
low words were exchanged, and Keller and Madden lead him away.
Every few steps, the agitated wolf looked back, seeming to strain
against her mate’s hold.

Returning her attention to her
sisters, she noticed Gabby’s focus was on the wolf while she rubbed
her left bicep. “Gabs?”

“
Huh, what?” Gabby shook
her head. “Sorry, did you say something?”

She eyed her sister, wishing the three
of them shared the same type of connection she had with her mates.
“No. So, either of you find Misters Wonderful?”

Gabby looked toward the doorway where
Scarlet’s mates and the Captain had disappeared, then back at
Scarlet. “No. But it’s only Saturday morning. We’ve got a few more
days, right?”

“
Uh huh.” She didn’t
believe those words for a second.
“Right.”

“
Whatever.” Her sister
pegged her with a strawberry. “So, I figured you did the mating
thing last night, I can grab a pair today, and we’ll sort out
Whitney. Get this shit wrapped in time for our flight on
Sunday.”

Whitney tossed a grape at Gabby.
“Crass much?” She popped a piece of fruit into her mouth. “So,
how’s mating?”

Scarlet thought about it for a minute,
replayed their night of lovemaking, kissing and caressing and
coming… “Squishy.”

A sense of male satisfaction crept
into her mind, and her clit twitched. Yeah, she could deal with
squishy for a long, long, lemme-come-some-more time.

The End

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