by Ellis Leigh
Tripp laughed all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he set me on my feet in front of the island. Garrett sat at the table, while Cade and Dalton stood off to one side, chatting. At least, they were until Tripp exploded into the room with my ass in his hand. All of them turned to stare at us…more specifically, at me. I was still so very naked.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Tripp asked, his light eyes bright and his smile unstoppable.
I wasn’t quite as excited as him. I leaned in close, using his body to shield mine. “Can I get a shirt?”
His brow furrowed, his confusion clear. “Is that a weird name for some funky dessert thing?”
“No. I don’t have any clothes on, and I would like a shirt.”
His confusion melted into a look of lust, and he made it a point to drag his gaze up and down my body. “I’d hate to cover up something so pretty, doll.”
Smooth talker. He didn’t refuse me, though. In fact, the man stripped off his own plain, white tee. And oh my stars, was that man a work of art. A study in the beauty of masculine musculature. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him shirtless—my stallions tended to be extremely comfortable with their bodies, as well they should have been—but the view still stopped me in my tracks. I had to take a moment—just a few seconds—to admire what the fates had given me when they’d picked this man as one of my mates.
Tall and broad, Tripp towered over me. The dark hair that all my stallions sported was a bit longer on Tripp than the rest of the herd, his eyes a bit more crystalline. Muscles upon muscles thickened his arms and lined his abdomen, and a darker trail of hair led from his navel past the waistband of his basketball shorts. His very tented basketball shorts. Happy trail, indeed.
I took the shirt he offered—ignoring his cocky grin—and tugged it on. I also ignored the slickness between my thighs and the thrum of my heart racing in my chest. Not that every shifter in the room couldn’t smell me, couldn’t hear how fast my heart beat. They all knew and probably would have enjoyed watching me fall apart right there in the kitchen under Tripp’s hands. Me? I needed sustenance before I ended up in another stallion’s bed.
Breakfast first. Then… Well, I really hoped Tripp had plans for us.
“What’s on the menu this morning, boys?” I asked, holding up a hand before they got any ideas that might make me rethink my plans. “Not me. Real food.”
“Damn, beautiful,” Garrett said, shooting me the sexiest smile known to man. “One night with Quinn, and you put the kibosh on pre-breakfast sexing? That’s so harsh.”
“She’s building up her energy for me. She knows I’m going to wear her out.” Tripp smacked my ass and headed for the refrigerator. “Omelets okay? We’ve got some leftover stuff from the other night we can bulk them up with.”
“Sure,” Garrett said as Cade sat down at the table with him. “I could go for omelets.”
“Absolutely… Need some help?” Dalton slipped in behind me, hanging on to my hips and rubbing his very hard dick against my ass as he moved past me. “Excuse me, princess.”
Not helping the slick thighs situation.
“No problem,” I said, looking up at him over my shoulder. “And good morning, handsome.”
“Good morning. How about you go settle in with Cade and Garrett? Let old Tripp and me take care of you.”
“Who you calling old?” Tripp asked. Dalton tapped my ass, sending me toward the table across the room.
“Get over here, sweet girl.” Garrett grinned and patted his lap. I practically skipped over, curling up in his arms as two of my seven stallions started cooking. Quinn had stayed upstairs, which meant Liam and Matthew were…somewhere else.
“Where are the other two?”
Tripp glanced at Dalton before saying, “They’re outside. Tracking.”
Because of my ex having been on their property. “Oh.”
The happy bubble I’d woken up in burst, and the anxiety that had been slowly growing within me exploded. My men were in danger because of me. Because of my bad decisions. I hated it—hated knowing they were exhausting themselves guarding the farm. Hated knowing there was nothing I could do but sit and wait for the worst.
I hated all of it.
“Wow, you just got super tense.” Garrett ran a hand up and down my spine, slipping under my shirt to touch my bare skin. “Hey, Tripp—switch spots with me.”
Tripp hurried over, and the two handed me off as if I were a parcel instead of a person. Not that I minded. Either way, I was in the strong arms of one of my stallions, which was all I wanted.
“Easy, doll. Stop worrying about us. We’ve got this shit handled.”
“What if I don’t want you all to have to handle it?”
“We don’t always get what we want. Unless it’s something you’re asking for in bed, then you get everything.”
“You have a one-track mind.”
Tripp shifted under me, letting me feel how hard he was. “I have a sexy-as-sin mate in my arms. One I’ve seen come on a herd mate’s fingers but haven’t gotten a taste of myself. I can’t help myself.”
I wished I could say his words made me feel better, but I couldn’t. I was too worked up—too anxious. My fox paced inside my head, chittering away. Needing to bust out and run. To escape from my mind and let the fresh air ruffle her fur.
“Can we go for a run today?” I asked, staring out the window with something close to longing making my heart hurt.
Cade and Dalton answered immediately and in unison. “Fuck no.”
My entire body shuddered at their refusal. Luckily, Tripp wasn’t so hard and unrelenting.
“Maybe,” he said, still holding me tightly. Still trying to soothe the fear inside of me. “Let’s wait for Matthew and Liam to come back, and then we’ll figure something out. In the meantime, we’ll eat and have some fun.”
That wouldn’t be enough for my fox to settle, but I nodded anyway. “Okay.”
We finished breakfast in a quiet sort of tension, me staring out the window more and more as the guys stared at anything but me. I had a feeling they didn’t like seeing me disappointed, seeing me want something they couldn’t give me, but I couldn’t help myself. My fox grew more upset with every minute inside, which threw my own nervousness into overdrive. If we couldn’t get outside for a run, we needed a distraction.
Thankfully, Tripp seemed to understand that. As soon as we were once again alone in the kitchen, he pulled me into his arms, his chest to my back, and kissed his way down the length of my neck. His hands soft but his cock hard against me.
“Nothing will happen to you or us. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. We’ve got you, and we’ll do everything in our power to keep you happy and healthy.” He spun me around to place a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. One that quickly turned heated as he grabbed my ass and pulled me up the length of his body. He had me pinned to the front of the refrigerator in seconds, had his hand between us and stroking my pussy right after. His mouth owning mine in a deep, wet kiss that muddled every thought I had. I’d needed a distraction, and he was a perfect one. All hard and hot and ready for me to lose myself in for a few hours.
“C’mon, doll,” he said when he finally pulled away. “It’s our day together, and I won’t let this bullshit ruin it. Let’s go have some fun.”
He smacked my ass, tossed me back over his shoulder, and carried me down the hall, singing loudly the entire way. Making me laugh. Making me forget…just for a moment.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Fun in the world of Tripp meant hanging out in his room. Considering he had an air hockey table taking up the center of it and a wall of board games, I couldn’t blame him for having a ball while in there. Playing games with him was the distraction I needed to let go of my anxiety and just…be me.
“You’re going down.” He grinned and flicked his wrist hard, sending the puck flying my way across the smooth surface of the table. I blocked it—barely—and laughed.
“I’ll h
appily go down all night long for you, hot stuff. Just as soon as I kick your ass at this game.”
Tripp flicked his gaze my way but only for a second. “Offering to suck my dick won’t help you, doll. I’ve got a one-track mind, and it’s focused on winning right now.”
Maybe. Maybe not. He’d been teasing me all morning, walking around without his shirt and with that monster of an erection in his shorts. The one my pussy had been clenching for, wanting to be filled with, for hours.
Air hockey was fun and all, but I was ready for more.
I smacked my paddle down the next time the puck came my way, stopping it. “How about we up the ante here? Make this game a little more interesting.”
Tripp gave me a grin. “What did you have in mind?”
“Strip air hockey. First to miss a shot takes it off.”
“We’re both only wearing one layer. That’d be an awfully short game.”
That’s what I’m hoping for. I shrugged. “If you’re not interested in getting me naked—”
Tripp’s laugh practically exploded out of him. “Not interested in getting you naked? I’ve been jacking myself raw since you showed up here. It’s about time I retire old Rosy Palm.”
Jackpot. I leaned over the game, biting my lip and sending him what I hoped was a saucy wink. “You’re the one who wanted to play this game instead of jumping right into something more…physical.”
“Only because you seemed to need the distraction.” He rapped his knuckles against the play surface. “C’mon, let’s get this over with so I can get you naked again. That little peek this morning wasn’t nearly enough.”
I launched the puck at him, laughing when he made an exaggerated block. We continued back and forth for a few minutes, neither of us willing to throw the game, both of us laughing the entire time. But then my stallion made one hell of a shot, and the puck came screaming into my goal. Completely unstoppable. Game over.
Or maybe it was just beginning.
“There you go, doll. Looks like it’s time for you to give me back my shirt. And don’t even think about trying to talk your way out of it.”
I raised an eyebrow and took a step back, making sure he could see the length of me before pulling his shirt over my head. I dropped it to the floor and cocked a hip. “I would never not follow through on a bet.”
He slipped around the edge of the table, his eyes definitely not looking at mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, little doll? I’m not going to be gentle.”
As if I would ever ask him to be. “Game on, Tripp.”
He was on me in a flash, growling as he took my mouth in a punishing kiss. So hot and warm before me. So strong as he grabbed my thighs and lifted me, pinning me to the wall with his thick body. Groaning into my mouth as I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked my hips against him.
“Your pussy that needy, little one?” he asked, grunting and pressing his thick, hard length against me. “You want me to fill that wet cunt with my cock? Want me to fuck up into you until you’re screaming my name?”
I gasped and dropped my head against his shoulder, the explosions of sensation rocking the very foundation of my mind. “You seem awfully cocky, Tripp. I don’t scream often.”
He chuckled. “Bullshit. I’ve heard you. I’ve had to reach into my pants and jack myself off every fucking day because of listening to you come. It’s my turn to make you holler.”
Without any sign of strain, he practically threw me up the wall, lifting me until my knees were spread around his shoulders. Until he had my hips placed so my pussy was right in front of his face. Goodness, the man was strong. So very strong.
And hungry.
He dove into my pussy like a man possessed, sucking hard on my clit from the get-go. No pausing, no teasing or preparation…just direct action. Suction right where I wanted it most. He was on a mission to get me off, and I was all in on that plan.
I grabbed his hair, tugging hard as he increased the pressure. “Oh, Tripp. Like that. Like that. You’re going to make me come so fast.”
He groaned and sucked harder, assaulting my clit. Lashing at it with his tongue before suckling me deep. No fingers inside me, nothing for my pussy to clench down on, but there wasn’t anything more he needed to do. His mouth was plenty talented.
The pressure of my impending release built within me, hot and strong and like nothing ever before. Something about the way he worked me over, about the way his mouth owned my clit, made the tingles signaling what was to come so much stronger. Deeper. Different. Oh my, this was so different. I had no idea what was coming, but I wanted it. Needed to feel it, had to know—
Three fingers plunging inside me with no warning from Tripp and a hard press to my G-spot did me in. Sent sensations I’d never experienced shooting through me and intensifying the moment. With a scream and a gush of heat between my legs, I came harder than ever before. One arm raised, my hand pressing into the wall behind me, elbow bumping the high ceiling, the other holding him to me. My fingers twisted in his hair and clung hard as my entire body locked down into my release. As I shook and shuddered…and soaked him.
What the devil?
“That’s it, doll,” Tripp said, teasing me with his fingers pressed deep and his thumb rolling over my clit. “A little more. I know you’ve got it in you.”
“Did I…” I rocked against him, groaning as another wave of release washed over me. As the wet, squelching sounds of his fingers inside me grew louder. “Oh god, why am I so wet?”
“You squirted. It’s so fucking hot, little doll. I just want to lick up every drop.” He punctuated his point by giving me an exaggerated lick from my inner thigh all the way up to the lips of my pussy. “I want to feel that while you’re riding my cock.”
I couldn’t even imagine. I’d felt that orgasm in the deepest parts of myself—places I hadn’t known existed. I had no idea what would happen if he gave me more.
I was totally ready to find out, though.
“Can we try that now?”
Tripp grinned, pulling me from the wall and carrying me to his bed. “You want my cock already?”
No teasing necessary. Not with Tripp. Not with any of my stallions.
“Yes. I want to feel you inside me.” As soon as he laid me down, I rocked against him, rubbing myself along the front of his silky shorts. Likely soaking him. “I need you to fill me up.”
Tripp groaned and reached between us, shucking his shorts with ease before spreading my legs. Pulling one knee up and over his shoulder to open me wider for him. Lining himself up with my entrance.
“My mate needs cock,” he whispered, almost seeming to talk to himself. “Aren’t I the lucky stallion to get to fulfill that for her?”
“Tripp, please.” I grabbed at his shoulders, trying to move him. To pull him inside. He just grinned down at me. Rocking slowly. Teasing.
“You think you can take me, Waverley? You think you’re ready for me to fuck this slick cunt?”
Damn, I loved his dirty mouth. “Yes. Yes, Tripp. Please.”
He slid inside me, only an inch or so. Barely the tip. “I don’t know. You just squirted all over my face. I don’t think you’re ready for more yet. I don’t want to break this pussy. I have so many plans for it. For you.” He leaned down, kissing me softly. Sweetly. So out of context with his words. “I have plans for us.”
I liked the idea of an us because I knew he meant all of us—my herd of stallions and me. Full count of eight on that us.
“All of us,” I said, kissing him back. “I need a night with all my men.”
“You do. But not tonight. Tonight’s mine.” He thrust inside me, no longer teasing. Groaning loudly as he paused balls deep. As he held himself so stiff, filling me to the point of pain, stretching me as I squirmed and gasped and dug my fingers into his flesh. “Fuck, this pussy is heaven. Absolutely heaven. So tight and hot. So wet.”
And he was so very thick. “Move, Tripp. Please move.”
So he did. Hard a
nd rough, not taking it easy on me. Fucking me up the bed with his big body, his thick cock. His filthy fucking mouth.
“Your cunt’s sucking me in, doll. So greedy, aren’t you? So needy. Can’t get deep enough, can I? You just keep wanting more. Look at you, clenching on me already. I’m going to make you come again with hardly any effort. Gonna have you squirting all over my cock.”
I loved that idea—wanted to feel that deep, aching sort of need be relieved again. Wanted to know how him being buried inside me, stretching me with his girth, would make it better. If that was even possible.
Instead of finishing me off, though, Tripp pulled out—sliding me down the mattress. Flipping me over so he could fuck up into me from behind. So he could bend me over and pin me down with his big body. Thrusting deeper than before. Slipping his fingers between my legs to pinch my clit.
So he could lift his hand and bring it down hard, slapping my pussy as he drove himself all the way inside. Sensations exploded, blinding me. Making it impossible to do anything but feel the pleasure overtake me. Tripp made me come so hard that I felt the contractions along every single inch of my body. Just like before—deeper than I’d ever known—and so, so good.
This time, instead of his face, I soaked his cock and his bed.
Tripp fucked me through all of it, grunting in my ear and driving himself harder than before. Speeding up and losing rhythm until he finally pressed deep, holding himself still as he groaned and came inside me. As he filled me with his come and added to the sloppy mess I’d become.
“Fuck, Waverley. You’re so goddamned hot.” He rocked through his own orgasm, seated deep within me, breathing hard. “We’re going to need one of those plastic sheets. I’m never going to get enough of you soaking me like this.”
I should have been embarrassed—we really had made a mess—but I couldn’t be bothered about it. He’d drawn that out of me—had made me come so hard, I’d lost control of everything else. Made my body go crazy on his tongue and fingers.
And if a plastic sheet meant he’d do it again, I was all in.
