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Birthday Wolf
L ast year, I'd been avoiding everyone I knew in favor of being miserable at the hands of a garbage human. Honestly, the best part about that complex was the large swath of forest that it bordered. Knowing what I know now about the Whites, though, makes it all make much more sense. I'd been so lonely out there, but not anymore.
It’s almost been a month since everything happened with Ethan. As expected, his remains were found on the frozen banks within wolf territory–real wolves, that is– his father made a show of PR campaigns where he explained his son’s death away as his son’s hubris. Cassandra is also frequently pictured pregnant–and, by the looks of it, positively miserable.
Checkmate, bitch. My wolf and I share laugh in the darkened corners of my mind.
Not only do I have Pack, but… I have love. I can finally admit to myself that I’ve loved Jay my whole life, and so has my wolf. We drive each other crazy sometimes, which is why we’d run so hot and cold when we were kids…Saint, though, brings… balance, I think. He isn’t afraid to call us out on the bullshit. I don’t think I can admit it to anyone yet, but…
I love Jay Temple, and I love Saint Delacroix.
They’re mine, and I am theirs. Pack.
Today is Jay’s birthday, but the wolf is conveniently at the Forge for a while, so I’m in the kitchen wrapping his gifts. Only half watching Saint clean up from breakfast through my eyelashes, listening to him sing along with the music quietly streaming through the sound system.
Jay doesn’t want a party; when asked, he only said he wanted to celebrate with his Pack. So Saint and I are going to make dinner for him before he gets home and dessert afterward.
You know, treat our Alpha like royalty.
When I finish wrapping Jay’s presents, placing them on the dining room table, and picking up my mess, I wander back into the kitchen, leaning a hip against the countertop. Saint is still buzzing around the kitchen, singing and dancing as he moves. I don’t think I will ever tire of watching him in his element.
Finally, though, Saint notices my reappearance. Immediately, he’s striding over, boxing me in against the counter with his arms braced on either side of my shoulders. "Want to make cookies?" He asks, green eyes peering down into my soul.
"I thought we were making Jay a pie?” I ask, tilting my head back a little farther. “You know, since it's his favorite for his birthday."
"Oh, I have that covered. Now I need to make the cookies and prepare a cream pie, ” Saint says, grinning like a fool at me. “So, what do you say, Tiny?"
"Sure," I gulp, staring into his electric green eyes, the flash in the iris making my wolf rise with his. I'm still not used to how much taller he is than me, the way my head has to crane back to look at him when he's this close.
"We do things my way, though," Saint replies, eyes bouncing between my eyes and lips before he drops a kiss on my forehead.
" Heard, Chef," I tease, smirking.
Saint smiles at me and says, "So what I'm going to need you to do is trust me, Artemis."
It only takes me a split-second to reply, "I trust you."
The realization settles quietly over my shoulders. I trust Jay, and I trust Saint with my heart……So what am I waiting for?
Immediately, Saint replies, "That's good, Tiny.” Those green eyes turn electric as he says, “Now, take off your clothes."
I blink at him. "What? Why?"
"Because in my kitchen, what I say goes," Saint replies, pulling his shirt over his shoulders with one hand. His sweats go next, and then Saint is standing before me bare ass fucking naked with a semi. "Take off your clothes, Tiny."
Well, now I understand where this is going.
"Alright, alright, bossy boots," I reply. Then, slowly, I strip my oversized Coyote tee over my head. Saint watches, leaning against the counter with predatory stillness.
"Lacey bits, too." Saint orders, gripping his cock in his fist.
"Don't feel like ripping them today?" I ask, pulling my bralette off and then slowly stepping out of my underwear.
"Nah, I'm sure Jay will want to do that later... Birthday boy and all," Saint says, green eyes watching my every move.
Saint
“How kind of you,” Artemis sasses back, leaning her bare hip against the counter.
“I thought so, too.”
“So, what kind of cookies are we making?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.
“That's for me to know and you to find out later,” I reply, quoting one of her favorite lines. Artemis rolls her beautiful brown eyes at me, and it makes blood rush to my cock.
“So then, what do you need me for?” She asks, stepping toward me.
“I need you to lay on this counter,” I answer, patting the freshly cleared island.
“That doesn’t sound like making cookies,” Artemis says with a small smirk on her face, but she listens anyway, nimbly lifting herself on the counter, then slowly sliding her legs over the granite.
My mouth waters, my wolf pressing against my consciousness. Ever since she took our knott so beautifully, he has wanted more. I want all of her.
“You’re absolutely right, Tiny,” I reply, grabbing a clean kitchen towel to fold and tie around her eyes.
“I feel as if I’ve been tricked,” Artemis says tartly, but the bright gold ring around her iris tells me she is not mad about what is happening.
“You got Jay your presents, and this is mine. I have to prepare him a cream pie, Tiny.” I answer, silently offering the blindfold to her. She doesn’t hesitate, tying the cloth around her eyes.
“And I am the cream pie?” Artemis asks, teeth softly indenting her lower lip.
“That you are, Tiny. That you are,” I hum, running my hand down her shoulder, down the center of her chest and stomach.
Artemis’ breathing hitches when my hand coasts over her hip bones, then her thigh. But she doesn’t say anything.
“Do you want a safe word?” I ask, gripping her firm calf.
“Do I need one?”
“That's what I’m asking, love.”
“Pineapple?” Artemis chuckles, and I know she’d be rolling her eyes if they weren’t blindfolded.
“If that’s what you want.”
“I doubt I’ll be using it, but sure, Cinnamon. Pineapple can be my safe word.”
“Never say never,” I hum, nudging her legs apart. “For instance, you might want to stop cumming.”
Artemis chuckles and says, “I highly doubt that-” then sucks in a breath when I close my mouth over her clit, sucking hard.
Her hands immediately go to my hair, tangling into it and holding me there.
I have to restrain myself from climbing on top of the counter with her and fucking her senseless. That is the plan, but first, I need more than just a taste of her.
I need to drown in her scent, be baptized in the taste of her. I want her in my bones and in my soul. She is mine.
Artemis moans softly, widening her hips with every touch, her hands tangled in my hair. When I slip two fingers into her pussy, her back arches off the counter. Dappled sunlight streams in through the windows, painting her skin golden. The tight pink tips of her nipples leave me aching to touch them, suck the buds into my mouth while I plunge my cock deep into her pussy over and over again.
With the patience of a saint, I bring Artemis to the brink of insanity, tasting her release as it crashes over her over and over again.
Only then do I finally crawl atop the counter and slide deep into her. Artemis lets go of my hair in favor of clawing down my back, pulling me in impossibly deeper.
“ Saint- ” Artemis pants, clutching my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“What do you need love?” I pant, kissing the column of her throat, keeping up the slow, deep pace that makes her back arch wildly off the granite.
She moans again, nails digging into my spine. “I-” Artemis pants, the sound morphing into a moan.
“Yes?” I ask, cradling her head and kissing her soft lips.
“I-” Again, Artemis moans but doesn’t say anything else.
In response, I stall my movements, fully seated inside her. “Yes, love?” I ask.
Artemis growls, making me chuckle. She is the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met.
“I love you, you big idiot.”
My entire world pauses around her. “You love me, Tiny?” I ask. My wolf and I need confirmation.
“That is what I just said.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Saint,” Artemis says quietly, fingers trembling as they trail up my back, resting on my shoulders.
“I love you, Artemis,” I reply, lifting her blindfold so that I can see her. “I love you,” I repeat, kissing her lips.
She smiles into the kiss, rocking her hips.
“Is the blindfold still okay?” I ask, kissing the side of her mouth, drawing my hips back, then pushing back into her.
Artemis moans into my mouth a quick ‘ mhm,’ making me chuckle and replace the impromptu blindfold.
Artemis
I have no idea how long it’s been since I finished wrapping presents. The blindfold around my eyes makes time feel like it stretches.
Saint now has me bent over the counter, instructions that I am not to move– no matter what. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s left me dripping, but I’ve been standing here alone for… well, it’s been a few minutes at least.
I can hear him bustling around here. After he ran the hand mixer for a few minutes, I heard the oven beeping—it was the preheat cycle, I think.
“Are you actually making cookies right now?” I ask, mildly amused.
“Sure am. I told you, love. I did actually want cookies,” Saint replies, and I know just by the sound of his voice that he is barely restraining a laugh.
Then, he goes silent again for a few minutes, presumably dropping cookie dough onto pans.
And then, hands are on me again, gently running up and down my legs, over the curve of my ass. I hum at the warmth.
He lays kisses up the backs of my thighs, then he licks up the center of my pussy, lapping at my soaking clit. Instantly, I’m moaning louder, arching my back.
Then he’s gone again for a split second. And then, he’s rushing in all at once, filling me to the hilt.
" Saint!" I cry out with the rough intrusion and hear him laugh, except it's not Saint who is fucking me like a wild animal. Our Alpha is home.
"Oh, Fuck" I moan as the blindfold is untied from around my eyes, my hair grabbed by Jay.
"Yeah, You know who's got you, don't you, baby girl."
"Jay-" I plead, arching my back, rising on my tiptoes for him. I hadn’t heard Jay, hadn’t even smelled him .
"She's not allowed to move, Jay." Saint comments from somewhere behind Jay.
"Oh, I know," Jay says, pumping into me, pushing my face back down into the counter.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I plead again, aching for friction.
"Is she allowed to cum?" Jay asks, leaning down to kiss my back.
"Dealers choice," Saint replies in a husky voice, and the timer to the cookies dings. My hip bones dig into the counter with every delicious plunge Jay makes into my pussy, and my knees quake.
“Please-” I gasp because it’s right there.
Jay doesn’t do much other than chuckle, but then after a quick shuffle– Saint is there between our legs, lapping at my clit while Jay plunges into me.
My eyes roll back into my head, and I scream as release barrels through me.
The blanket of night has long been pulled over the sky by the time we dig into the pie that Saint made.
“Dutch apple pie, made just for you, Alpha,” Saint says as he cuts and serves big slices. The pie is still warm, having been kept in the oven until now.
“Thanks, man,” Jay says, wearing his very own coyote tee and silky robe that I got him. He might also be wearing lace underwear that he is under the impression is from the men’s section, but in reality, they are not.
He does look incredibly fucking sexy. And we match– though mine are much skimpier than his.
Accepting a slice of pie from Saint, I also murmur my thanks. And then, we settle in on the couch, Jay firing up his movie pick.
“Is Dante joining us at some point?” I ask, taking a bite of pie.
“Yeah, probably,” Jay shrugs, unconcerned. Half of his pie is gone already.
I snort, settling into the couch. “Great pie, Cinnamon,” I say, and Saint grins at me.
“Yeah, it is,” Jay says, eyeing my unfinished pie. His plate is empty.
I laugh, handing him the rest of my slice. “Happy birthday, big guy.”
Jay digs in with a groan, making me laugh, and ask, “Do you need a moment? Just you and the pie?”
Saint almost chokes on a bite as laughter bursts from him.
It's about three in the morning when I hear the front door open, expecting Dante.
Instead, Sam walks in with a couple of drinks in hand. The boys and I are still awake, watching Jay’s movie marathon, so she joins us on the couch. We’d been texting about an hour ago, but she hadn’t mentioned coming over.
“Hey bitch,” I greet, moving the blanket for her to sit next to me and join the cuddle puddle. She does, handing me a crisp Dr Pepper as she collapses on the couch.
“Hey bitch,” Sam replies, dipping her hand into Jay and I’s popcorn.
“How's it hanging?” Saint asks from my lap. Jay sits on my other side, legs half-way on top of Saint’s side.
“I’ve had better days,” Sam says quietly.
“Want to talk about it?” Jay asks, lowering the volume on the TV to hear her.
“No, at least not right now,” She answers, settling into the cushion.
“We’ll be here when you do, Snakey,” Saint says, offering her a piece of his sour candy. I run my fingers through his hair in thanks. He’s always made my friend feel welcome; for that alone, he has my heart.
“You guys are the best,” Sam replies, resting her head on my shoulder.