Page 85 of Secret Heart
“What’s that?” My voice is only moderately hoarse.
Thank fuck.
Instead of saying anything, she holds the packet out to Triston. He takes it in a trembling grasp. He pushes a finger under the corner and eases open the flap, ripping the glue in one smooth slide. The breeze kicks up as he pulls the first paper from the envelope, and it snaps in the wind, collapsing around his hand. I take the envelope without a word so he can force the paper flat.
Tears slowly line his lashes, turning his eyes glassy, as he reads the announcement sent by the Council.
“N-no long forms necessary,” he says, looking at Emily.
She raises a single eyebrow, her lips pulling into a smirk that has me wanting to drop her to her knees in front of me.Fuck, that look just does it for me. Every time. My dick twitches, straining against the restrictive denim and chaps I’m wearing. He drops his gaze back to the paper.
“With our most sincere congratulations,” he reads, “we inform you that your registration has been successfully completed. From this day forward, Ms. Emily Monroe, Mr. Beau Pierce, and Mr. Triston Harding will now be known under the common pack name of Carpenter. In addition, the child of Ms. Monroe and Mr. Harding has also been granted the pack name. Please see attached her updated birth certificate reflecting her permanent name change to Penelope Michaela Carpenter.”
He looks from her to me, and then one of the tears is falling down his cheek. I swipe it away with a thumb.
“Carpenter,” I murmur.
Emily echoes me. Her hand cups Triston’s cheek. “I like it.”
Triston nods and then kisses the inside of Emily’s wrist. His scent intensifies, and she tenses for a heartbeat.
“Fuck, you can’t do that,” she mumbles. “Not when I’m already doing my best to not jump you out here in the middle of the wilderness.”
“I might be all right with you doing just that,” he says, mirth in his voice.
I take a step closer, looping a finger in one of his belt loops. He sucks in a startled gasp as I kiss him, forcing it hard and deep, using it to convey every single racing emotion running through me. Happiness. Excitement. Gratitude. A need I’ve only ever felt with him, with her, withthem.
When he pulls away, his chest heaves with his panting.
“I… uh, have another question for you both,” he says as Emily takes a step closer, her side brushing mine. The soft slide of her hair on my arm has my dick downrightaching.
“What’s that?” she purrs. She runs her hand up his chest, slowly undoing the top button of his Western-style shirt, pushing the sides apart until the edge of his tattoo is visible.
“What about bonding?”
Emily freezes.
“You’re sure?” I ask.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. His clove scent pulses, and Emily practically vibrates beside me. It’s a matter of seconds before she pounces and locks him whether there’s a bonding or not.
“I am.” His voice rings clear and true through the open pasture.
I can’t help but kiss him again. And then Emily’s there, too, and the kiss is a mess of tongues and breath. She pulls his hat from his head and eases it onto her own. A sound rumbles through him, an amalgamation of a growl and a groan and a whimper.
“Yeah, cowboy,” she whispers against our lips. “We’ll bond you.”
“Hell yeah, we will,” I add.
Triston kisses us both again, his hands as desperate as mine, and before I realize what’s happening, we’re falling. Triston laughs as he sprawls on the grass. Emily doesn’t miss a single second, undoing his buckle and sliding down the zipper of his jeans. He gasps as she palms his dick. I lower to my knees beside her, slowly undoing my own zipper and buckle as she guides him to her cunt and slides down him in one smooth slide that has my own dick twitching. Fuck, she’s stunning when she’s dominant.
Triston gasps, and then her eyes are on me. She opens her mouth, holding her tongue flat in universal invitation. With a smirk, I let her taste me, swallow me.
“Holy Jesusfuck,” Triston grunts.
His hands are on my legs, on my sides, on her hips, constantly moving points of contact as she works us both right to the edge. Her mouth is fucking heaven, wet and tight, her tongue exploring every single inch of me, focusing on the ones she knows will have my knees shaking and that heat gathering between my hips. She swallows as I hit the back of her throat. My stomach clenches, and heat shoots down my spine.
“Firecracker,” I warn.
