Trystan“Surprised to see that you have a fucking doorstep when Dolores Fisher is sleeping in a tent.” Dolores is just shy of ancient with bad hips and a hernia she likes to bring up every other sentence. But she’s a great lady, and an institution in the West Pack.Unfortunately, Cooper doesn’t have an ounce of empathy in him.“The woman survived two heart attacks. Nothing short of a gunshot wound to the head’s gonna nail her.” He leans a hip against the door and eyes me. “What do you want?”“Can we come in?” I demand, a little impatiently. “We’re not here to admire the garden shed.”Cooper’s shit-eating grin spreads wider, and he steps back, opening the door to let us pass into the dimly lit room. He looks at Sable like he wants to take her for a test drive, a flash of interest in his eyes. It takes all my willpower not to lay him out on the floor like the trash he is just for looking at her the wrong way.The place is literally a garden shed—one room, walls lined with gardening tool
SableI give Trystan’s arm a squeeze in a kind of awkward arm hug, and he draws to a slow halt.When I look back up at him, he’s staring at me with such a funny, un-Trystan-like expression on his face, that I almost laugh. Then his hands wrap around my elbows and he drags me against him, that bewildered expression falling away as it’s replaced by something warmer.“Goddammit, I love you,” he murmurs, conviction ringing in his voice.Without another word, he drops his head and kisses me.His arms wrap around my waist, and his palms send little tingles up my spine as he tugs me closer. I rise up on my toes, pressing my body against his, and a low rumble of desire comes from deep inside his chest. Our kiss deepens. Quickens. His lips taste like ambrosia, like I’m standing in heaven and about to be as high as a goddess can go. Our tongues touch, and his fingers sink into my hips to yank me against his growing erection.I lose all concept of time and give myself over to the sensation of hi
I let him mull over his thoughts in silence as we head back across town toward Archer’s house. I don’t want to push him into speaking before he’s ready, especially not if he’s building plans in his head or going over everything that was discussed with an eye on the rearview.We walk into the cool, dim interior of Archer’s house, and Trystan closes the door behind us. I turn, impatient to know what’s going through his mind, but before I can even utter a sound, I’m in his arms.It’s like the kiss outside of Cooper’s pilfered shed never ended. Trystan’s hands splay across my back, sliding beneath my shirt to palm my bare skin, and I lean into him, wishing I could be closer. His hands slip around to cup my breasts, palming the soft flesh and teasing my nipples, and I groan. Even the inch of material from our shirts is too much distance between us. I can feel multitudes of emotions in his kiss—heat, desire, possessiveness. But above all, I can feel his gratitude. I can sense how much he ap
SableI’m still laughing as Trystan carries me into the bedroom and deposits me lightly on the bed.I flop back onto the mattress, gazing up at him with a grin as he stands at the foot of the bed watching me. “Isn’t this how the cavemen used to do it?”He arches an eyebrow, his blue-green eyes dancing with heat and mirth. Then he makes a fist and thumps it against his chest. “Me claim woman.”I giggle again, but my laughter slowly dies out as Archer and Dare step into the bedroom behind Trystan. Just like in the living room, the temperature in the space seems to rise almost immediately, filling the air with delicious tension and anticipation.Trystan remains right where he is as the other two men come forward to join him, all three of them focused entirely on me. I have a vivid memory of the first time I did something like this with all my mates, back in the cabin we spent time in as a group. I remember staring at all four of them gathered at the foot of the bed, overwhelmed and excit
Trystan pushes me gently back onto the mattress and takes over the job of undressing me, peeling my pants and panties down my legs before tossing them away. Then he hooks my legs under the knees and drags me a little closer to him, lifting my ass off the bed a little as the tip of his cock grazes my soaked entrance.“This is what you want, Sable?” he asks, his voice both teasing and loaded with desire. “You want my cock?” He jerks his chin at Archer and Dare, who have settled on their knees on either side of us, fisting their hard lengths. “You want their cocks?”“Yes,” I whisper, my hips gyrating a little as I arch my back, desperate to feel Trystan slide into me. “I want all of you.”I don’t know quite how that’s possible, but it’s exactly what I want. I want them all. Not one after another—at the same time.Trystan groans softly. Then he notches his shaft at my entrance and drives into me. It’s a smooth, deep thrust, and the feel of him filling me completely makes me tip my head bac
SableThe four of us doze for a little while, not really sleeping but too lazy to get up.As I lie tangled up with my men on the bed, gazing languidly around the room, I realize we left the curtains open. Luckily, Archer’s cabin sits at the end of a cul-de-sac with a bit more privacy than most, so I don’t think we gave the rest of the neighborhood a show.But I love the way the sunlight reflects through the glass and casts diamonds of glittering light on the ceiling and walls. The large oak tree in Archer’s side yard breaks up the display with its thick branches, and the breeze outside makes the shadows of the branches dance on the walls.This might be paradise.There’s that whole cliche that “if I died now, I’d die happy,” which always seemed like such a morbid declaration to me. Now I think I kind of understand it. I’m sated, content, and the only thing missing right now is Ridge. Otherwise, this is my own personal version of heaven.Not to mention, this is the first moment since th
“Ha, right.” I curl my lips in anger, then smile as I latch on to the familiar connection between us. Not so shabby—I found it in mere seconds. Maybe I really will get better at this. “Fuck you, Cleo.”With those parting words, I wrench myself away from the connection.As my soul is sucked back out of the black cave, relief fills me. I did it—I broke the connection and got the hell out of there before she could drain my essence dry of all life. But a small part of me stays tense, expecting Cleo’s sharp, magical grasp to wrap back around me and pull me into her clutches. It doesn’t happen though. Maybe I surprised her. Maybe I really did get the upper hand, God willing.Wind seems to rush around me as I’m whipped through the ether. But I don’t emerge back in the place I left. I don’t wake up in Archer’s bed with my mates.Instead, I wake up strapped to the table in my uncle’s basement.Clint looms over me, haloed by the halogen lamp that floods down from overhead. It casts harsh shadow
DareA moment of silence hangs in the air after Archer speaks.Next time, you might not be able to fight her off.The thought chills me through my fucking core. When that witch bitch pulls Sable into that mystical bond between them, I can’t reach her. I can’t help her. None of us have access to magic to be able to chase after our mate and save her when she’s inside the connection she shares with the coven leader.So Archer’s right. It’s imperative Sable learn how to defend herself.That means fully embracing the witch.“No way,” Sable says, her tone hard as flint. She tugs her hand free of Archer’s fingers and crosses her arms. “That’s never going to happen. I’m already in too deep as it is. I can’t just throw myself into witch magic even more.”“We don’t have another choice,” Archer says gently. “If there was one, we’d find it.”“I’m already trying not to panic every single damn day that I might kill you,” Sable blurts, her gaze darting between the four of us. “Every night, I worry my