Addie (Pack of Misfits #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,68
my tongue demanding every inch of her.
“Do you forgive us for being assholes?” Penn asks.
I pull away, and smirk when she tries to chase my lips before answering.
“Your mate asked you a question,” I tell her, letting my finger trail down her suspenders, pinching over the place where her nipple has pointed up at attention.
“I guess I’ll forgive you,” she says, her voice raspy with desire. “If you buy a few more things first.”
Smirking at her smart ass, we all chuckle. “Whatever it takes, little duck. We want to do this thing.”
“You mean you want to do me,” she corrects, taking in our hungry expressions.
“Yeah, that too,” Lafe admits.
“Okay,” she relents, licking her swollen lips. “But no lies. No happy ending bullshit. We can date and see where it goes.” She holds out a hand. “Deal?”
Penn takes her hand, only to wrap it around the back of his neck. “Deal,” he says, before leaning in to kiss her.
She makes a little whimpering noise as she melts against his chest, and the sound goes straight to my dick. Lafe reaches around and lifts up the back of her skirt and starts kneading her ass. When I see the front of her panties, I chuckle. “Wolves, my ass.”
Penn pulls away at my words, and we all look down at the howling coyote on the front of her panties. Panties, I might add, that have a visible wet spot. I swipe my finger over them, and she moans. “Fine, yeah. I’m wearing coyote panties. I’ve also been using my vibrator all week because my mates are assholes,” she says testily.
I’m pretty sure all three of us groan at that mental image. “That shit is going in the trash,” I tell her.
“No ducking way,” Lafe argues. “We’re going to use it on her. Get her nice and wet for us,” he says, letting his hand come forward to cup her mound. She whimpers again and angles toward him. “I’m going to love watching you come all over it, and then we’re going feed you our cocks. How does that sound?” he asks, his fingers dancing over her clit.
“Yep, sounds good. Really super good,” she pants.
I chuckle, but just before I can reach for her again, Penn’s phone starts going off. He digs his hand into his pocket and reads the text, and his lips press together in a grim line from whatever he sees on the screen.
Dammit. Drag must already be contacting him.
Addie looks between us, noticing our change in demeanor. The haziness of lust starts to drain from her face. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Penn shoots off a reply text before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He looks up at her again and sighs. “I’m sorry. This isn’t how I wanted to get interrupted. I wanted the three of us to worship you for hours.”
“I mean, yeah. That sounds like a good plan. Let’s do that. Why can’t we do that?” she asks quickly, looking vastly disappointed.
“We are going to do that. Just not right now. We have to put this on pause,” Penn says, looking pained. Hell, he probably is. My dick is so hard it hurts. Addie looks just as put out. I grimace when I remember that she had to ride out the rest of her wave alone, when we should’ve been around to take care of her.
“Fine. But I will be cashing in this raincheck,” she says pointedly. “Now, what’s going on?”
“Pack Rockhead is coming after you.”
Rather than look surprised or scared, she just snorts and fixes the strap of her suspender that slipped down. “Duh. Tell me something I don’t know.”
Her words take us off-guard and we all exchange a look. “You know?”
“Um, yeah. Their whole attacking me at the motel thing kind of tipped me off.”
“They’re out for blood. They blame you for the whole bank fiasco and losing their payday. We played along, tried to get as much info as we could while we met with them. They decided that as part of our initiation into their pack, they’d use us to get you. An asshole named Drag just texted me our orders.” He picks up the phone again and pulls up the text. “They know you’re here at the shop, and they want us to bring you in.”
“Motherducker,” she says under her breath upon reading the text.
“They seem really pissed, like it’s more than just the bank thing. It seems personal,” Lafe puts in, fishing for info.