Jack had missed Roxie, and he’d hoped things had gone well between her Grant. Not that he’d been worried. After all, Matilda had nailed again—even beyond the grave. Given his and Grant’s twin attraction to Roxie, and her acceptance of them and their co-alpha rule of the Earth Pack, everything was falling into place.
Roxie’s hands slipped down, down, down, until the little soaps were rubbing each man’s engorged cock. While she continued stroking Grant, she cupped Jack’s balls and squeezed lightly.
His cock was already hard under her cleansing technique.
“Time to rinse.” He turned toward the pulsating water and scrubbed off the soap. While he backed her against the wall and pushed his cock into the wet vee of her thighs, Grant washed the soap of his body. Then he cupped Roxie from behind, pressing against the wet slope of generous buttocks.
She cupped Jack’s face in her palms and kissed him. He accepted the tenderness of her gesture.
Then he released her mouth to trail kissed down her neck. He saw that Grant’s fingers were busy at the juncture of her thighs, so he leaned down and suckled Roxie’s deliciously big nipples. The water beat down on them and wet bodies slipped against each other, wet skin creating the best kind of friction.
“What the hell is that?” asked Grant.
Roxie protested as the alpha stopped stroking her, and cocked an ear toward the open bathroom door.
Shit. Now, Jack heard it, too.
Someone was pounding on the hotel suite door. Between the rush of water and their mutual moans of pleasure, it should’ve been difficult to hear anything else.
“Damn werewolf super hearing,” groused Roxie. “It would be too much to believe that was room service.”
“Roxanna Royce Calabrese! You open this door!”
Jack and Grant both looked at Roxie. Her face had gone white. “Shit. It’s my mother.”
“Your middle name is Royce?” asked Grant.
“After my grandfather. Which is so fucking important right now.” Roxie exited the shower and grabbed one of the fluffy hotel robes.
Jack and Grant followed. Jack grabbed a robe and put it on. Grant strode right into the living room, barely catching Roxie before she opened the door.
“Hang on there, babe. We don’t know the situation yet.” He pulled Roxie to the side of the door, and then nodded at Jack. Jack rounded the bar and grabbed the .9mm loaded with silver bullets they kept right next to the Laphroaig.
The Earth Pack didn’t advocate violence. But they weren’t pussies, either. Jack couldn’t help but wonder how the hell the woman had gotten onto the floor. Being an alpha gave her privileges, of course. But still…
“What do you want?” yelled Grant. “We’re a little busy.”
“Me, too, assholes. Let me in.”
“Who’s with you?”
“No one,” Karen shouted. “I’m fucking alone, okay? Roxie!”
Grant looked out the peephole. He glanced over his shoulder at Jack, who nodded, clicked off the safety, and aimed the gun at the door.
“Your call, Roxie,” said Grant.
“Let her in.” Her voice shook.
Grant opened the door. He wasn’t expecting the Blood Pack alpha to stumble in and fall on her face.
Roxie and Grant crouched next to the woman, rolling her over. The black leather jacket, a stupid piece of clothing to wear in Vegas heat, fell open revealing a T-shirt as shredded as the skin beneath it. The wounds were massive, bloody, and not healing. It was a testament to the werewolf’s strength that she’d made it here still breathing.
“Mom.”
Karen’s eyes fluttered open. Hers was a face that roadmapped abuse, even now sporting a broken nose and two black eyes. She struggled to inhale, but Karen’s expression held nothing but vengeance and loathing. “Rick’s dead. Your fucking brother and his whore decided to take me out.”
“Crawl did this?” asked Roxie.
“Him, and Sara. Never liked her.” Karen coughed and blood leaked from her mouth.
“We’ll get you help,” said Grant.
“I’ve already called the healer,” called Jack. His cell phone was open on the bar, but he still aimed the gun at the dying alpha.
“Silver’s in my blood,” said Karen. “Too much of it. There’s no saving me. Don’t care. My Cody’s gone. I’m going, too.” She grabbed her daughter’s robe and yanked the girl forward. Her gaze zeroed in on Roxie. “You better fucking kill your brother, Roxie. If you don’t, he sure as shit is gonna kill you.”
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