Chapter Fifteen

Nomad

Cosmo was done with everyone, and it came through loud and clear. Nomad made sure they knew what the timeline was, deciding the few days they had to strategize at the apartment would give them ample time to figure their shit out. But before that, their little kitty cat needed some two on one Daddy time.

Before they left the pack lands to drop Gabai back home, Nomad had a private word with Bree about the owls. He understood it was her call what she shared with her pack, as she was the dominant alpha here and they were interlopers. He'd also shared the information with Gabai as they'd brought him into this fight, and he was their boss. It felt right to make sure they'd covered all their bases .

The drive back to the bar was made in relative silence between them as the radio played soft rock. Harley had Cosmo strapped in the seat with him in the front of the car. Cosmo had refused to let go.

Harley cast several worried looks at Nomad, keeping his internal thoughts to himself.

Nomad reached out, needing contact with his mates, and stroked a hand up Comos's back resting for a second on Harley's arm. "Cosmo what do you need from your daddies?"

"Need to rub myself all over you," he mumbled from the crook of Harley's neck. "You smell like the pack."

Nomad's grin matched Harley's as their gazes clashed for a second, both totally in tune with each other, before Nomad returned his attention back to the quiet, dark streets. "We can do that."

When he pulled up at the back of the bar, the place looked deserted. He wasn't surprised with what had gone down today. This would have a lot of the town regrouping over what they'd discovered about the council.

Nomad released Harley's seatbelt before his own, freeing them. "I'll get the door." Nomad was out of his side of the car before Harley could respond.

Cosmo immediately lifted his arms to Nomad. He swept in and took hold of him, lifting him out carefully, then straightening as Cosmo wrapped himself around Nomad. His fingers ran through Nomad's hair, then clutched tightly. His lips stroked up the side of Nomad's throat, coming to rest at the junction of his jawline where he licked, getting a purr from Nomad's cat. While it made him defenseless and weakened Nomad's knees, his cock went rock hard. His arousal scented the night air and Harley moved to plaster himself to Nomad's side before he could take a steadying breath .

Harley pressed his forehead against Cosmo's cheek, butting it softly to scent him.

"As much as I want to continue," Nomad gasped as an erotic moan escaped from Harley shifting to rub his cock against his hip revealing Harley was in the same state as Nomad, "we need to take this inside."

The words were more of a strangled moan as Cosmo growled and sharp teeth bit Nomad in a possessive move that made him stagger towards the back of the building, desperate to get inside away from possible prying eyes.

How they made it into the apartment safely, Nomad couldn't say when Cosmo sucked hard enough for it to send pleasure down to his feet and make his toes curl in his boots.

Panting, he blindly made his way to the bedroom as Harley shredded the clothes from his body. His cock freed from the prison of his jeans, it found its way in a hot, wet mouth. A tongue snaked around the head, licking at his slit.

Dizzy with desire, his body screaming in pain at the force of his want, it took all Nomad's restraint to not crush Cosmo when he bent forward to drop Cosmo onto the bed. Only he clung on, his hands tugging on Nomad's hair. His mouth laid a trail of devastation as he bit his way down Nomad's chest. Teeth sank into his nipple as Harley opened his throat and swallowed him down. The head of his hard-on hit the back of Harley's throat and his moan vibrated through Nomad's cock, lodging in his balls.

One of Nomad's hands threaded into Harley's hair, holding him captive as the other cupped the back of Cosmo's head. Nomad lost all sense of time and place as his mate's tag teamed him while he thrust into the wet heaven of Harley's willing mouth. They bombarded Nomad with how good he tasted, how the demands that fell mindlessly from his lips were making them crazy .

The mouth attached to his nipple bit harder, stealing the breath from Nomad's lungs as cum scented the air. Cosmo shuddered violently, his body twisting and spraying cum over them. The wet spray dripped down and hit Harley, who growled around Nomad's hard length. Then as Nomad dragged in a breath, his balls tightened at scenting Harley's cum in the air. Nomad's hips jerked in uncontrollable spasms as his head flexed back and he roared his pleasure. His orgasm rolled through him faster than a freight train, his cock straining and pulsing, desperate to release his load into the willing mouth of his mate who didn't stop sucking.

Sweat dripped down Nomad's face as his vision became all cat when Harley sank his teeth into his cock, drawing blood when Cosmo bit over his heart. His release held him in its rigid clasp for so long his balls ached as if they'd been trapped in a car door. Nomad wasn't sure which way was up when he finally collapsed forward, barely missing squashing Cosmo. Only having the foresight to twist and roll at the last second.

Nomad's eyes shut as he dragged sex scented oxygen into his lungs, panting hard. What only felt like a second later, Cosmo moved, rubbing the cum drying into Nomad's skin, marking him.

When Nomad had caught his breath and got a fraction of his energy back, he came up to rest on one arm and ran a hand through Cosmo's damp curls with the other, glancing at where Harley remained at the foot of the bed.

He barked out a laugh at the destruction of his clothes scattered around the floor and Harley sat in the middle of it all, naked and wearing a lazy, satisfied smile.

Harle y

Nomad's laughter roused him enough to notice the floor wasn't that comfortable to sit on. He didn't do more than roll up and crawl onto the end of the bed, ignoring the surrounding destruction.

When he swallowed, his throat gave him a little reminder of the reason it felt tender and that he had no one to blame but himself. Harley couldn't remember a time he'd lost it like that to the point of using his claws to remove not only his own, but Nomad and Cosmo's clothes.

His chuckle was more of a husky rasp as he settled himself on to the mattress after lying next to Nomad, who watched him through hooded eyes.

"You're going to have to replace my T-shirt, it was my favorite," Nomad grumped, sounding more amused than upset.

Harley raised one brow at him before turning his attention to Cosmo, who was purring while rubbing himself over Nomad. "Feeling better?" he rasped.

"Yes Daddy," he said in that cute tone that said he was heading into little space.

A second later, Cosmo's little nose wrinkled, and a furrow appeared between his brows. Then he rolled off Nomad, just missing kicking him in the balls as he grunted but didn't move.

Harley lay down on his back, seeing what Cosmo wanted by his unhappy thoughts of Harley not smelling quite right. He opened his arms and Cosmo dropped onto his chest and gave Harley the same treatment he'd given Nomad.

Harley felt the tension melt from Cosmo and Nomad as they lay quietly listening to the small, satisfied sounds Cosmo made.

The smell of sex was heavy in the air, as they'd enjoyed the simple pleasures of being together .

It's going to get tougher for Cosmo.

Harley didn't move as he replied to Nomad, I know, and so does he. But he's got us and those rat fink bastards won't get a chance to hurt him ever again.

Cosmo hissed at them, his gentle expression shifting and Harley ran a hand over the silky curls, getting he'd let his thoughts slip to Cosmo. "I'm sorry."

"Naughty Daddy Harley, this is Cosmo time." He grinned after what he said and a giggle followed.

"Daddy will behave."

He reached for Nomad's hand and intertwined their fingers, squeezing. Several sighs came as Cosmo squirmed on top of Harley, getting comfortable, his cheek rubbing over his body. "Sleepy time." Cosmo reached for Nomad and brought their joined hands to his mouth, opened and licked at both thumbs as if trying to decide which he wanted.

Harley's chuckle turned to a groan when Cosmo widened his lips and sucked both into his mouth. The groan shot sparks of desire straight to Harley's spent cock and one look at Nomad told him Cosmo was having the same effect on him.

The little tease sucked on both thumbs before his eyelashes fluttered briefly, then drifted shut. Moments later, as he suckled, Harley felt him drop into sleep like a stone.

Nomad met his stare and grinned. "Sleep," he mouthed. "We're going to need it."

Harley shut out his concerns for now and let his mind close off. Tomorrow, they'd have all the time in the world to worry about what was coming.

Cosm o

Waking up was hard. Sunlight streamed in. He didn't like that much. He was comfy, but his pillow was snoring. Wiggling led to his nearly knocking heads with Daddy Harley, but he needed to go to the bathroom and his tummy was growly. He wanted to pee, eat, then go back to sleep on his Daddies for a little while longer. He wasn't ready to face the day yet or talk about the council or the owls.

His skin itched and when he stared at himself in the mirror after using the toilet, he could see dried cum stuck to it in places. His curls were mashed against the side of his head in one spot and sticking up in several others, giving him an overall disheveled appearance. It wouldn't do for his Daddies to see him that way. They'd already witnessed him covered in blood, which was sure to happen again with the confrontation that was coming. The least he could do was be presentable for them while they were in the apartment.

He missed his house, but at the moment he missed his bathroom more, especially the plush rug he'd kept there to keep his feet warm and protected from the chill of the tile. Here it was all tile, all cold, and he welcomed the heat of the water when he stepped into the shower. Without his sponges and loofahs he was forced to wash with just a washcloth, scrub his hair with 2 in 1 shampoo that never felt like it had enough conditioner, and use soap instead of body wash. His little self was grumpy, his cat was still being a bit testy whenever it scented the lingering wisps of pack that clung to the clothes on the floor of the room, and he'd moved from hungry to ravenous.

And the towels were much too hard and rough when he dried his skin.

Pouting, Cosmo knew he was being overly sensitive this morning in part because he could still feel the echo of disconnect from yesterday and never wanted to feel cut off from his mates like that again. It had scared him with the intensity with which it had hit, but also how crushing and debilitating it had grown. All he'd been able to do was cling to his Daddy and keep his nose pressed over the one spot he could keep completely free of the pack smell.

Daddy's neck, which he'd licked over and kissed repeatedly, had been his little safe haven, and even now, when he was naked, mostly dry, a little itchy and more than ready for food, he found himself returning to the bed where his Daddies slept, just so he could nuzzle both of his mate's necks and carry their scent with him into the kitchen where he'd hoped to prepare a snack only to find the inside almost as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard.

There was half a stick of butter, a lone egg that had gotten cracked and oozed out of its shell into the compartment next to it in the carton, and a couple of takeout cartons. Cosmo grabbed a fork and planted himself on the floor in front of the fridge, but when he opened the first carton, there were like five noodles, a piece of celery and a giant slice of carrot. Dots of sauce clung to the sides, which he smeared the three bits he was able to scrounge from the carton through before he popped them into his mouth.

He set that carton on the floor so he could throw it away, though a small, mischievous piece of him wanted to put it back in the fridge with a note on the inside of the flap containing his personal review of the contents he'd found.

Words like disappointing.

What the hell.

Who even does that?

And oh my god, still hungry, rolled through his head as he reached for the next carton.

It was super light though, and opening it revealed a shrimp, two pieces of thinly sliced chicken, half a mushroom, several chunks of water chestnut and zucchini, along with three forkfuls of those thin rice noodles Cosmo rarely got because they never fully filled him up. He ate it though and set this one aside next to the other one, determined to find a marker at this point because it was ridiculous that two massively grown cats would still put containers back in the fridge when they should have just gotten finished and tossed out.

Oh, come on!

Four pieces of dry tempura chicken and no sweet and sour sauce to be found?

Ugggh.

He started chewing one only to spit it out when all he could taste was tough chicken and grease.

Yeah, he was leaving a scathing remark on the inside of the lid of that one.

Some soggy broccoli and onions filled the fourth carton, no meat, which would go in his review too, but it was at least substantive enough to help fill him.

The last carton contained a corner of plain white rice that Cosmo didn't even bother with, he just hunted up a pen, wrote several scathing messages in the form of reviews, and even drew half a star as a rating on one. Then he put them back where he'd found them, closed the refrigerator door, and returned to the bedroom to shift and curl up in disgruntled kitty cat form on top of Daddy Nomad and started making biscuits before finally settling down. He batted Daddy's nose with his paw too, and played with a lock of his hair, watching it sway until he started drifting off again.

Of course, that would be when Daddy decided to start snoring again.