Page 12 of Rising Reign

“Please,” I begged.

King knew what I was asking for, the ultimate piece of him. Of us. His lips left that bundle of nerves and moved to my thigh as his fingers kept moving inside me. His mouth hovered over my flesh, and then he sank his teeth into me.

My orgasm was instantaneous and so intense my knees buckled. But Kingston kept me upright. He sucked on my bond mark as his fingers thrust in and out of me. Wave after wave crashed over me until I had nothing left to give.

As I collapsed, King caught me and cradled me in his arms. “I’ve got you. And I always will.”

8

PUCK

“Do you think I should go in there? I feel like I should go in there,” I said as I pushed back from the long table that had served as King’s operating room and now had a brunch spread to rival all brunch spreads atop it.

Brix reached out and clamped a hand on my shoulder, keeping me from rising. My gaze flicked to him. I still wasn’t used to the casualness with which Brix made human contact.

“They need to work it out,” Brix said calmly.

“Wren was yelling,” I argued.

Ender took a sip of coffee. “King probably said something moronic.”

“You’d know all about that,” Locke muttered.

Ender glared in our resident hacker’s direction as Hera tried to cover her laugh with a napkin. He turned that glare on her. “Got something to say, witch?”

Hera’s pale-green eyes flashed a deeper color, and sparks of energy zapped across the space, landing on Ender.

“Ow! Shit!” Ender jerked, spilling coffee on his shirt. “Seriously?”

“You know that term isn’t appreciated.” She took a bite of the egg casserole I’d spent hours on as we waited for Wren to wake. “But this is. Thank you, Puck.”

“Least I could do.” We’d never be able to repay Hera for what she’d done. We’d all seen what it cost her. Not the same as Wren, but enough that she’d gone to one of the bedrooms and slept for thirteen hours straight.

A phone dinged, and Brix pulled it out of his pocket. “Plane’s ready whenever we are.”

Good. That was good. We needed to get the hell out of Louisiana before Bastian and the Red River pack had a chance to recover. I glanced at Ender. “Any word from your source?”

Ender was protective of his informants, never divulging their identities. But he was beyond secretive about one in particular. We knew nothing about them except that they were plugged into the darkest places in the supernatural world and had an otherworldly knowledge of the happenings there.

Ender flipped his phone over and shook his head. “Not yet. I don’t think we should move until we hear from him.”

Hera’s lips pursed. “We should get out of here as quickly as possible.”

“Trust me,” Ender gritted out. “We want his insight.”

“I don’t trust you, so⁠—”

Her voice cut off as footsteps came from the back hallway. Everyone turned at once, and Wren froze, her cheeks heating. “Hi,” she squeaked.

She looked fucking adorable with her hair wrapped in a towel and barefoot. She wore tiny shorts and an oversized tee, but my gaze stilled on the fresh mark on her thigh.

A grin split my face as I looked at the man behind her. “The thigh, King? Seriously?”

Wren’s blush deepened, and she turned into Kingston. He glared at me and simply lifted her into his arms. “We don’t need your brand of bullshit this morning.”

“Bullshit?” I demanded with false affront. “I’m just calling ‘em like I see ‘em.”

Hera threw a biscuit at me, and I caught it easily. She looked at the newly mated couple. “How are you both feeling?”