Page 34 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

"Yeah, you're going to cum for me already, Gorgeous?" Jay sighs, keeping those slow rocking thrusts up, a tight grip on my throat.

I gasp when Saint licks my chest, his thumb sweeping against my clit again. "Maybe."

"Come on, let me feel it," Jay begs, and my eyelids flutter.

"You keep making her grip my cock like that, Alpha, andI'mgoing to bust," Saint chuckles; his voice, though it has a desperate edge to it, and my skin fizzles.

When I gasp, Jay's eyes are on mine as he chuckles, fucking me rougher. It sends sparks flying behind my eyelids. "That's alright, isn't it, Gorgeous? You like to be filled up, over and over, don't you?" He hums, fingers tightening around my throat. A shuttering moan leaves my mouth.

Saint sounds desperate now. "Is that right, Tiny? Do you like this little pussy dripping with cum?"

"Mhm,"Is all I can moan, my fingers tangling in his curls, digging into his shoulders.

"Oh,fuck,"Saint groans, his movements matching Jay's, both of them fucking me roughly.

Orgasm slams into me, seizing my lungs, and pleasure spreading through my body in an icy wave.

"Yes, yes, that's so fucking good, Tiny!" Saint moans, throwing his head back, pushing my hips in time with his movements. "Don't fucking stop, baby, just like that."

Jay pauses his thrusts, letting me take control. With wild abandon, I take both of their cocks deep, circling my hand around Saint's neck even as Jay holds mine.

"You're so perfect," Jay groans while Saint mutters, "Oh, fuck I'm gonna-" his words turn into a growl before he moves, slamming his hips up into mine. His pulse flutters under my thumb, his cum making everything even wetter, sloppier.

I smirk when he says, "I'm not done in this pussy yet." Jay and I chuckle at him, and then I kiss Saint, his still hard cock deep in my pussy while Jay's fucking my ass.

"Give me another like this, Gorgeous?" Jay pleads, pushing me forward slightly.

"Make me, Alpha," I answer, keeping my eyes on Saint's green ones. Saint smiles at me, and I can't help my answering grin.

"Yeah,Alpha. Make her. Let me feel her pussy gripping me tight again."

Jay chuckles, giving me no warning before he's moving faster, deeper, free hand coming around to expertly sweep across my overly sensitive clit.

I gasp before that icy cool wave of pleasure sweeps across my flesh once more.

15

Pack meeting

Jay

Today, I'm particularly thankful for the foresight I had while designing and building the house. Thanks to Dante's influence, even the showers are special—big and luxurious.

Saint and I had spent hours worshiping Artemis, plucking the strings of her body like a well-practiced orchestra. When we'd all collapsed in a heap, beyond spent, I'd carried her to the shower, Saint hot on my heels. Together, we'd cleaned her up, and then, well, I couldn't help myself. She just looked so perfect and fuckable, standing under the shower with Saint gently rinsing the suds from her hair. What else was I supposed to do besides drop to my knees, throw a leg over my shoulder, and worship her some more?

We stayed in that shower until the water ran icy cold.

Standing in the Packhouse with my arms crossed alongside my father, I do my best to steer my thoughts towards Pack business. Artemis is always a welcome distraction, but these people are my responsibility. The Coyote that disappeared on last night's run was discovered; unfortunately, the news is not good.

Magnus called for a pack meeting almost an hour ago, but we're still waiting for everyone to join us. The Coyote's immediate family has been informed, but the rest of the Pack does not yet know that Mark was killed or how.

Pack members trickle into the large hall of the Packhouse, settling into chairs around tables. The room is just about half full now. Saint and Dante are standing over to the side with Artemis, surveying the incoming Pack just as I, Nero, and Magnus do.

My Pack all knows the news, Artemis having read the message as it came through while she was lying on my chest. I would have told her even if she hadn't read the message for herself. Keepingsecrets from Artemis is never a good choice, if my memory serves.

Saint is keeping the girls in a lighter mood; I can tell he's slinging jokes by the blush that rises to Artemis' cheeks and the startled giggles that make her hair bounce when she can't control them. What Sam's expression means is anyone's guess.

I'm beginning to feel… oddly grateful that Saint has feelings for her. I know she would never want to be front and center of the Pack like this with me… With Saint around her, she doesn't have to be in the spotlight. Dante and Saint have always mirrored Nero and Virgil in that regard. Nero has stepped into Virgil's role since his passing, becoming Magnus's shadow. He used to strictly be the Pack's lawyer. Now he's everything, all because Magnus couldn't find a suitable replacement for Virgil.