Addie (Pack of Misfits #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,80

around the four of us. I fucking love that sound. I love her smile, too, and the way it makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. Clearly, Lafe and Herrick love it too, based on the way they’re looking at her affectionately.

“I guess that’ll go with the new pajama pants I got that say, My Mates Are Howl-arious,” she quips.

Lafe grins at her with punny pride.

Hugo walks up to us just then, interrupting our little powwow. “Good work. You three preds weren’t completely useless,” he says dryly by way of greeting. “You managed to get Rockhead right where we wanted them.”

“Glad we could help,” I say with a nod.

Just then, a tiny gerbil comes racing over to stand next to Hugo. In an instant, he shifts, turning back into the huge motherfucker—Hugo’s second-in-command.

Lafe splutters. “You’re a—a…gerbil?”

We can’t help it. All three of us start chuckling.

But the shifter is not amused. He points a meaty finger in Lafe’s face. “Keep laughing, and I’ll shift, crawl up your asshole, and rip out your intestines.”

Our laughs choke off. Lafe visibly pales. “Okay. Yep. Understood. No laughing.”

Hugo looks amused, and he claps his Second on the back. “Oh, I forgot to tell you three. Now that you’ve joined our pack and want to become enforcers, Igor here is your new trainer.”

I inwardly groan while Lafe curses under his breath. Gerbil Igor smiles a bit sadistically. “Tomorrow morning. Four A.M. sharp. Your coyote asses are mine.”

“Oh. Umm. Awesome,” I say.

With that, Hugo and Igor stroll away, and it’s just us and Addie left in the parking lot. The rest of Aberrant have already left. I notice the huge smile spread across Addie’s face as she tries to stifle her giggles. I take her by the elbow and start leading her to our car. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?”

“Yep,” she says with a bounce.

“Our mate wants to see us suffer?” Lafe asks.

“It’ll be good for you,” she says, patting him on the back. “Knock your cockiness down a peg or two.”

I lean over and nip at her ear. “I love it when you say cock.”

She snorts out a laugh as we get to the car.

When we all pile in, I breathe in, because no matter how many times we’ve driven with the windows down, the smell of our activities from that first night of her heatwave is still saturated in the upholstery. Lafe takes an exaggerated deep breath. “Ahh. That new sex smell.”

Addie elbows him, but he just catches her arm and laughs. “Such a feisty thing,” he says, tsking. “Hey, Herrick, which bird spends all their time on their knees?”

Herrick chuckles. “I don’t know, which one?”

“Bird of prey.”

“Or Addie,” Herrick gibes.

“Hey!” Addie says, smacking him playfully on the arm. “You’ll have to earn that sexual act.”

Herrick grins wolfishly—or coyotishly? Whatever.

“Okay, I got a better one. And it’s fitting, considering Addie was robbed,” Lafe says with a grin. “What do you call a bird that steals?”

“What?”

“A robber ducky.”

I chuckle as I watch her from the rearview mirror. Addie laughs and lightly hits him on the chest. “Are you ever gonna stop with the bird puns?”

Lafe pulls her leg over his thigh and starts kneading her skin. “Nope.”

“You’re a dweeb.”

That makes Herrick laugh. “A dweeb? Who says that?”

“She likes to say okie dokie, too,” I reply with a smirk.

“I’m eloquent and shit.”

She’s also aroused as hell. I can smell it.

“Say cock again,” Lafe tells her, leaning in to trace his nose against her neck.

She shakes her head. “Nope. From now on, I’m going to call it anything but that.”

I love it when she’s feisty. “Oh, yeah? Like what?” Lafe asks.

“I’m with Lafe. Say cock. Or dick,” I plead. I love to hear those filthy words coming out of her pretty little mouth.

“Nope,” she says, barely containing a smile. “I’m going to call them jizzicles from now on. Or skin flutes. Or no, wait!” she says excitedly. “Quiver bones. Quiver bones all the way. That sounds like a winner.”

“It sounds like something a drunk cupid would say,” Herrick retorts.

She shrugs.

“I don’t care what you call it, as long as I can bury it in your sweet cunt,” Lafe says, pressing a kiss to the spot beneath her ear and tugging her hair to the side for better access.

“Don’t start shit in here,” I warn him. I had to drive during her heatwave and I don’t need a repeat performance of that right now. It’s torture having them go at it while I’m stuck in the driver’s