“Kat?” Mateo questions, pressing his cock against my ass.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice airy, trapped in the bliss of the heat.
I feel the coldness of the lubricant as he presses it between my cheeks before sliding his fingers into me easily. I moan, pushing against him, wanting more, needing more.
“Mateo, please,” I whine, needing release, and he pulls his fingers from me before the head of his cock presses against the tight muscles of my ass before he pushes in slowly. I thought it would hurt, but surprisingly it only burned a little. I am so wet, so relaxed and enthralled by the heat it didn’t even make me flinch. Mateo groans, biting into my shoulder as his hips hit my ass. He waits for a second, letting me get used to the feeling, but I become impatient, pushing against him, needing him to move. Ezra’s lips are on my chest and neck as he slowly pumps into me.
I tug on his hip, wanting him to sink in harder and faster, needing the friction before rocking my hips between them, taking both of them, feeling them slipping from my body, and my skin heats up. The heat within me reaches magnitude levels, hungry for more and making me scream out.
Clenching around them, my walls hold them prisoner, squeezing without end, and they both pick up their paces, chasing their release, while I teeter on the edge before diving right over it. My stomach tightens, and every muscle in my body tenses as a shudder runs through me. My pussy pulsates as my orgasm ripples over me, leaving me breathless as I cry out. Both of them slow down before stilling, and Ezra’s seed once again spills into me before Mateo’s cock twitches inside me, and I know he found his release too.
Exhausted, I close my eyes. I lost count of the amount of times we had sex already, and I prayed that was it. That the heat would die down as I drift off once again. They both pull out before also rolling onto their backs. A sigh leaves my lips when a chill rushes over me. Finally, the heat subsides and my temperature drops, the heat quickly dying out, and I succumb to exhaustion.
Waking up, I felt like I had been hit by a truck, every muscle in my body aches, but that stupid phone wouldn’t stop ringing. I tap Ezra’s chest, trying to wake him. How could he not hear it? My head pounds to its beat, and the constant noise is not helping. Reaching over him to the nightstand, I pick up his phone and answered it, since Ezra is dead to the world.
I squint at the screen and see Alex’s name appear before answering it. “Hello?” I croak, damn I even sounded like shit, can’t even keep the exhaustion from my voice, yeah can’t tell what we were doing all night.
“Luna? Sorry, but you need to put the Alpha on, it’s urgent,” Alex’s voice comes through the phone.
I shake Ezra, and he mumbles.
“I can’t get a hold of him through the mindlink,” Alex points out, and I could hear something alert in his voice.
“Ezra! Wake up, Alex is on the phone,” I demand, shaking him.
“Who?” He mumbles, rolling onto his stomach.
“Alex,” I tell him, and his eyes fly open, and I nearly fall off the bed from his abrupt movement as he sits up with me half sprawled across him.
He grabs the phone out of my hand, and I sit before rolling back to the middle of the bed. I feel him get out of bed. “What when?” Ezra snaps. “How many?”
Mateo sits up, tossing the blanket back before rubbing his hands down his face.
“Just give me an hour. I will meet you there,” Ezra assures.
“Why is everyone so loud this morning?” Mateo whines before looking over at Ezra. He notices him on the phone and sits up straighter, and Ezra hangs up the phone before storming into the bathroom.
“What’s going on?” Mateo questions.
“This morning, a heap of trucks and armored vehicles left Jackson’s. They have been sitting on the border between packs.”
“So he is on his way here?” Mateo asks, getting up.
“No, the trucks have stopped at the human town an hour from here,” Ezra informs, and any farther words are stolen by the pounding of the shower water as he turns it on.
“Wait, he is in human territory?” Mateo says, leaning on the bathroom door. He jerks to attention and slams his fist against the wood. “Fuck!”
“Why is that a bad thing? Doesn’t that mean he’s not coming here?” I didn’t understand why that was bad. Maybe they were supply trucks?
“Because Jackson is smart, he knows we can’t start anything on human land, it is neutral territory and off-limits. We would risk exposing what we are, he’s either waiting us out, or waiting for something else to happen.”
“So whose pack is he bordering?” I ask, now wide awake and alert.
“Ours and Andrei’s, he took the mountains detouring all pack territories so no one can touch him until he steps over a border, and he has evaded everyone to get here.”
“So, what are you going to do?” I ask him.
“Andrei is already on his way here. Alex rang him when he couldn’t get a hold of me,” Ezra explains, and I nod. Makes sense since Jackson is also bordering Andrei’s pack.
“So, what do you want us to do?” I ask Ezra.
“Nothing, stay here. I will handle it. We are just scoping it out to see how many there are and if he is likely to attack.” Ezra orders.
I sigh but figure he will do his thing because I know nothing of borders and the strategic crap they handle daily. Ezra showers quickly before walking out and grabbing some shorts from the closet.
“Go back to sleep, I hopefully won’t be long.” I watch him get dressed before he gives me a quick kiss on my lips before entering the bathroom where Mateo went. He opens the shower screen.
“Watch, Kat,” he instructs.
“Always,” Mateo answers before Ezra kisses him too.
“Stay with Mateo and behave,” Ezra orders. “No leaving the pack house until I figure out what’s going on.”
I yawn and get up to take a shower, the place smells like a brothel, and I smelt heavily of bodily fluids. “Love you,” I call to Ezra.
“Love you more,” I heard him call back from the hallway as he walks downstairs. The roller shutters lift with a series of clicks before light fills the bathroom. Huh, I didn’t even remember them being closed, which is odd because they are quite loud.
I hop in the shower and wash myself, the water helps my aching muscles before the smell of coconut shampoo and soap surrounds me.
“You don’t seem too worried,” I point out to Mateo, handing him the soap.
“No, Ezra will check it out,” he assures, and I nod, grabbing my toothbrush from the cup in the niche.