Page 39 of Forsaken (The Nightwolf Pack #3)

CHAPTER 39

S erafina

Three Weeks Later

“You know, you don’t have to babysit me all day,” I tell Montgomery as all four of us sit at the breakfast table.

The cutest look of indecision and slight fear crosses his face. He schools his features before answering, “Babysitting? What are you talking about? Today I’m working on the sourdough recipe I’ve been wanting to try out. And the bananas I bought last week are about to go bad, so it’s time for my banana bread.

“You loved my banana bread from last week, didn’t you?”

I nod. “You know I did. I also know you bought a brand new bunch of bananas just to let them get old so you can use it as an excuse to stay home, yet again, with me.”

I glance around the table at the other two who are obviously avoiding my gaze.

“You, too, with all of your all of a sudden work from home days,” I tell Ronan.

He scrunches his forehead, faking confusion. “The office is under?—”

I hold up my hand. “Yeah, yeah. Under construction. Save it.”

I look over at Noah. “And I’m certain there’s at least one pack member waiting to have their furniture finished.”

“I’ve outsourced for the time being,” he replies.

I want to smile, but at the same time I fear it’ll only make the pack hate me more. To have their alphas so damn focused on me and not their wants or needs. Ever since they broke me out of that hellacious prison, my mates have done nothing but hover.

I’ve allowed it, for the most part, because I didn’t want to be far from them. And I haven’t dared to go back to school to teach. I can’t look anyone else in the pack in the eyes. The reason they were all in danger was because of me.

Peter betrayed the pack and led those bastards to the Blackclaw pack because they wanted to run experiments on me—one of the last known descendants of the Crimson Pride pack.

“They need you.”

“You need us,” Ronan says, his tone brokering no argument.

He’s right, but still, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give him some pushback.

“I can handle spending the day alone. There’s TV, plenty of food, running water. What more do I need?”

“You shouldn’t be alone.” Montgomery reaches out, squeezing my hand.

Warmth flows through me, and both my human and my wolf sigh in contentment.

“You all shouldn’t avoid your pack because of me, though.”

“Our pack,” all three of them say simultaneously.

“Our pack,” I murmur while staring down at my half-eaten plate of food. Though my stomach grumbles with hunger and the scrambled cheese and chives eggs Montgomery paired with his homemade smoked bacon and oatmeal rolls is all delicious, I can’t help the guilt flowing through me that puts a damper on my appetite.

“Come here,” Ronan says, and before I can put up a fight, he’s pulling me into his lap.

Instinctively, I curl into his protective embrace even though I should be pushing him away. Not to get away from him, but he needs to get back to his work just like the other two do as well.

“We are here as long as you need us,” he tells me. “The three of us are not going anywhere.”

“And we’re damn sure not about to let you go anywhere, Little Hellraiser,” Noah adds.

“So, once you say you’re better and we believe you,” Montgomery says, “then we’ll resume normal activities. But not a second before.”

“You all are so damn stubborn.”

Ronan chuckles. “That is rich, coming from you.”

A half smile crests on my face. “I really don’t have plans to do anything. I was just going to call my dad.”

I pause.

My dad.

I have a father. And he’s … well, he’s not well, to be honest. Years of unspeakable torture, the loss of his mate, and not to mention the loss of his pack before all of that have left him broken.

He doesn’t do well around people or groups, which is understandable. When he refused to stay here among the Blackclaw pack, I was able to convince him to move into my empty home among the Nightwolves. He only agreed because the scent of his mate still lingers there, even years after her death.

We talk every day, though, and I’m the only one he allows to visit. Our conversations aren't long or very detailed. It’s mostly him listening to me ramble on about whatever lighthearted thing I can think of or about the weather. Typical mundane things like that.

But he listens and he answers every time I call.

“He’s going to get better,” Ronan says through our bond.

I meet his focused gaze. He pulls my forehead against his. “ I promise.”

“I want everyone involved in his pain to suffer,” I tell my mates, feeling the heat of my anger rise within me.

Ronan squeezes my thigh. “Most of them are all dead,” he reminds me.

“I know,” I say, pushing out a heavy sigh. “I want to bring them back to kill them again, burn them up in the fire of my wolf this time.”

“He’ll get better,” Montgomery assures me. “The package of biscuits, breads, and cured meats I sent to him were delivered an hour ago.”

I know he’s shifting the subject to get me to focus on something else. They’re right. There’s nothing I can do. The secret hellhole my father existed in for years has been torn down, all of the prisoners released, and most of those responsible lost their heads or throats.

There are a few at large, which is being taken care of.

My father is safe for now. And I truly have the best mates I could’ve ever asked for.

Montgomery spent days not only cooking for us but for my father as well. He then had the food packaged and delivered.

“Ms. Elsie sent me a text that she saw him briefly open up to receive the delivery,” Noah adds, waving his phone in the air.

I give him a tight smile. “I love her,” I say of Ms. Elsie. “She deserves all of the good that comes her way and more.”

Ronan pulls me in. “That she does. Especially since she brought us to you.”

Pulling back, I look at Ronan. “How so?”

He smirks. “Who do you think was my contact that let us know you were back in New Mexico?”

“That woman?—”

Ronan cuts me off by pulling my lips to his.

The kiss silences my little tirade. I immediately melt into it. One day, I’m going to have to remind him that he can’t just kiss me like this to cut off my anger.

Except, we both know that’d be a lie.

I wrap my arms around him at the same time he rises to stand, lifting us both. He wraps my legs around his waist and starts toward the bedroom.

I sense Montgomery and Noah following us. The thought alone causes the seam of my panties to moisten.

My back hits the mattress, and within a second, Ronan’s stripping me out of my jeans. As he does, Montgomery crawls onto the bed. I don’t know when he found the time to strip out of his clothes himself, but I don’t mind it at all.

I reach for Montgomery’s already erect cock. He groans the moment I wrap my hand around it. I trace the tip with my thumb, spreading the drop of precum that’s already present.

He moves closer. “Open that beautiful mouth of yours for me, baby.”

A smile crests on my lips. “Gladly,” I reply before opening up for him.

I lick the tip of his cock before Montgomery takes my wrists into his hands, moving my arms over my head. He pushes himself all of the way inside until he hits the back of my throat.

Montgomery’s groan of pleasure is so delicious that it makes me want to pour every ounce of passion I can into this blow job.

That is, until my entire body shivers with heated sensation the moment Ronan puts his face between my legs. It’s crazy how just from their touch alone, I know which one of my mates is touching me and where.

Ronan’s hungry exploration of my pussy nearly has me losing my rhythm with Montgomery and choking on his cock.

“What’s the matter, Little Hellraiser?” Noah asks from the opposite side of my body as Montgomery, that teasing laughter is in his voice. “Are we too much for you?”

I shake my head because obviously my mouth is busy at the moment.

“Good,” he says before pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re doing so good. You’re so fucking hot like this.”

Between his guttural words in my ear, Montgomery’s cock in my mouth, and Ronan working overtime using his mouth to bring me to the edge, I feel as if I’m about to explode.

My wolf revels in all of it. The little hussy.

Montgomery releases one of my wrists, allowing me to reach down to stroke Noah’s erection.

“Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. “ Do you know how amazing you are?” he asks through our bond.

I close my eyes and squeeze him as I stroke him harder.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Noah’s words are what set me off. Between all of the physical stimulation and his ardent declaration, I can’t stop myself from erupting into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Montgomery pulls all of the way out of my mouth as I come. Despite the sensations rippling through my body, I miss him as soon as he withdraws. But the orgasm doesn’t allow me to do anything besides feel it. My legs lock around Ronan’s head and my back arches off of the bed. Every muscle in my body strains.

Wave after wave passes over me.

I don’t know how long it takes for me to come down from my orgasmic high, but when I do all three of my mates stare down at me with glowing eyes. No words need to be shared. Their expressions say it all.

They enjoyed watching me come as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. If not more.

But I need more.

I reach for Noah, pulling him down onto the bed, before straddling him.

“Shit!” he barks out when I sheath him with my still spasming pussy.

We groan in unison as I sink down onto him.

Noah digs his fingers into my hips while Montgomery moves behind me. Ronan passes him the bottle of lube, and I feel myself growing even more moist.

“Mmm,” I moan and sigh the instant Montgomery’s fingers touch my back hole.

“Don’t tighten up, baby,” he coos in my ear from behind. “Relax for me.”

I lean down to kiss Noah and to make it easier for Montgomery to push himself inside of me from behind. Noah wraps his hand around my head, taking over the kiss.

I gasp and pull back from the kiss the moment Montgomery positions himself at my back entrance. Though we’ve done this many times, it always takes some getting used to. All of my mates are well endowed.

“So good,” I groan as he carefully pushes inside of me. It’s super tight.

I bite my bottom lip as he continues to make room for himself.

A shiver runs through me when the bed dips, and all of a sudden, Ronan’s face appears in front of mine. He wraps a hand around my throat.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”

Despite the overwhelming feeling of fullness, I shake my head. It’s a lie. They always make me feel beautiful and sexy, but I still love hearing it.

Chuckling, he tightens his hold around my neck. “Liar.” He leans in and kisses my temple and then the tip of my nose, before a short kiss to my lips.

“You look sexy enough to eat. I would, again, if your pussy wasn’t already busy.”

I jump and moan when Montgomery finally pushes all of the way inside of me. With his free hand, Ronan pinches my nipple.

“Do you feel them inside of you?” Ronan asks.

I nod.

“Use your words, Serafina.”

“Y-Yess.”

“Do you like this? All three of us pleasing you?” he asks, looking me in the eye as if there’s any doubt.

“B-Best feeling in the world.”

He chuckles. “Good.”

Montgomery starts to set a rhythm that Noah follows. Every time one of them pushes in the other pulls out, creating constant friction. It’s almost too much.

Ronan somehow senses this and pulls me into a kiss. The feel of his lips against mine—insisting, demanding, and taking what so clearly belongs to him—eases the overwhelm. My wolf purrs and sighs in satisfaction, along with my human side.

“Mine!” Ronan says across our bond. “ Say it.”

“Yours.” I surrender to him and my other two mates, allowing them to pull me under the incredible wave of passion and bliss that is my next orgasm.

Every nerve ending in my body explodes in a chorus of delightful pleasure. It’s so overwhelming that I find myself sinking into an inescapable abyss where nothing but me and my mates exists.

This must be Mother Moon’s version of heaven.