Chapter 29

Oliver’s fingers traced across my skin before gently rubbing along the borrowed shirt I was wearing. It was big enough to cover my butt, but not much longer, and I hadn’t bothered to put on underwear. Mine was all dirty.

“Davin’s shirt looks good on you,” Oliver murmured. “Maybe next time I’ll dress you up in one of mine.” His lips pressed against the bare skin of my shoulder where the shirt didn’t cover.

I shivered. “I didn’t know it was his.”

“I can smell his scent all over it. Mingles nicely with your own.” He applied a hint of teeth, and the sensation went right through my center, tingling on its way through me until it settled into a tight, needy ball of lust right in my core.

“I still can’t understand how you can be so accepting of me possibly being in a relationship with other men.”

“Mmmm, sometimes to get what you want, you have to share.” He nipped again.

I gasped, arching my back and pressing into him.

“And what is it you want?”

“Right now? To be buried in you while you cry out my name,” he replied, voice thick with lust. “In the future, for you to claim us as your mates. All of us. Our town will be stronger for it, and you will be safer.”

My brain short-circuited from Oliver’s first words, and I filed the others away for later study.

“Yeah, I think we can do that,” I murmured.

He shifted us until I was on my back, and he looked down at me. “You’re lovely.”

I grinned. “You’re a little blurry, but I’m pretty sure I remember you being exceedingly good looking.”

He snorted. “Do you want your glasses?”

“No.”

Oliver leaned over and nibbled at my neck again, while one hand slid down my side until he found the hem of the shirt.

My needy moan almost embarrassed me, but the hell with it, Oliver clearly liked it. He pulled my shirt up, and I lifted my butt so he could get it higher.

The thrill I felt as his hands caressed my ribs, then cupped my breast, chased away a lot of the fear and stress of the last few days. It would return, but for now, bliss overrode anything else.

I buried my fingers in Oliver’s hair and made encouraging noises as he worked his way down my body. I wanted him to take his time, to explore every inch of me. I also wanted him to ravage me completely right now. Since my two raging desires conflicted, I let him pick his own pace.

He scooted down so that he kneeled between my legs and shoved the shirt the rest of the way up. I raised my arms and let him tug it off over my head. Then he lowered his lips to my breast, sucking gently on my nipple and sending tingles of heat and pleasure through me. I cried out as the sensation went straight to my pussy, nearly bringing me to climax. I was soaked, the moisture slicking my legs.

Oliver bent lower, lapping gently and rumbling deep in his throat.

The sound, combined with the pleasure of his tongue against my clit, undid me and I shouted as my orgasm rippled through me.

The shade murmured happily and kept lapping. “You taste delicious, love,” he said.

I couldn’t answer, not sure what to say, and lost in the sensations he was giving me.

Oliver slid a finger inside me and curled while he sucked at my clit. The pressure of another climax built inside me, and I thrust against his face as he worked my body.

This one took a little longer, but he was patient and kept going until I crashed into another intense orgasm.

While I lay there, recovering, he shed his clothing.

“You still want this?”

“Yes, I really, really do,” I replied.

“Roll over.”

I did as commanded, and he clasped my hips and pulled them up in the air until I was on my hands and knees.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I may not last long. It has been ages for me.”

“Oliver, anything you give me is wonderful.”

He dug his fingers into my hips and spread my knees with one of his.

Sweat covered me, and the air felt cool against my skin, contrasting with the heat from his hands and his body.

He took one hand and guided himself to my entrance. I was so wet it only took a little pressure for him to slide inside of me, stretching my walls and filling me completely.

“Oh, fuck me, yes, Oliver, that’s amazing,” I blurted out, surprised and gratified by how good he felt caged inside me.

“It truly is,” he agreed before beginning to move.

I gasped in pleasure as he slid into me again and again. He was just the right size to rub me everywhere inside, and the sensations were overwhelming me into a state of hazy bliss I’d only reached a few other times during sex. I didn’t even realize I was calling out his name until another orgasm crashed into me. Oliver went rigid as he followed me with his own orgasm.

We stayed there for a moment or two, both reveling in the sensations. I squeezed down with my inner walls and he grunted softly. “More?”

“If you’re up for it.”

Oliver laughed. “By the time you’ve had a few more orgasms, I will be.”

“As much as you can manage,” I demanded. It had been long enough that I just wanted to be one hot mess of sweat, cum, and exhaustion by the time he was done with me.

I thought Oliver might be on the same damn page by the way he carefully pulled out of me, then replaced his cock with his fingers.

“Let’s see how many we can get, shall we?”

***

Hours later, I woke feeling rested and refreshed. Nimbus was back at his spot next to me, and I vaguely remembered Oliver kissing me on the forehead and telling me he was getting up to take care of some things.

I stretched, clinging to the radiant glow of contentment that shielded me from the realities of our enemies and the danger we all still faced. Oliver’s words had helped some. We weren’t the cause of this. We were just an additional excuse.

Nimbus rumbled softly and stretched, pressing his back against my side and wiggling around. I took the hint and gave him a scritch before throwing the covers back.

The cool air chilled my naked flesh, and I hurriedly looked around for something to wear. The only piece of clothing was the long t-shirt we’d thrown to the floor last night. It was Davin’s, Oliver had said.

Well, it would be better than the still damp towel I’d used to dry off with after showering for the second time last night. I pulled it over my head, freshened up in the bathroom, and left my room to see if someone had my clothing. And food.

Nimbus appeared next to me. Like… appeared.

“Okay, that’s going to take some getting used to, buddy.”

He rooed happily and wagged his fluffy curled tail.

I could feel the tingles of magic now and almost see a trace of it at the edges of my vision. Maybe that ability would get stronger.

The air in the hallway was cooler than in the closed bedroom, and I shivered, folding my arms under my breasts. This pulled the shirt up enough that I thought my butt might be exposed.

Well, they were freaking werewolves and apparently had no issues with nudity. They’d have to deal. I’d have to deal.

Briefly, I wondered if there was a magical solution, but it would probably be easier just to find out what had happened to my clothing.

I followed Nimbus down to the kitchen. A few members of the pack, a woman and two men, were cooking. I’d have to get their names after I got some clothing and food.

The woman glanced at me and raised her eyebrows.

I shrugged. “I don’t know where my clothing ended up.”

She grinned, though her expression turned knowing for a moment. “I wouldn’t have expected Oliver to be that wild.” She laughed.

The blush that colored my cheeks probably went all the way down to my toes. I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah, my clothes disappeared before that.”

The other two werewolves joined in the laugh, and one of them handed me some biscuits and gravy.

I took the plate and a glass of orange juice and sat on the couch, carefully tucking the shirt under my butt. The warm plate felt good on my lap and the food was delicious. I was so focused on the biscuits that I didn’t notice that anyone had joined me until I was done.

Davin sat across from me in an armchair, a half-smile on his lips, his eyes glued to me.

“Hi,” I forced out, suddenly nervous.

“As much as I like seeing you wander around in my shirt and nothing else, I think we can do better. Your clothing was pretty wrecked. I have Charlotte getting you something more appropriate.”

I jabbed my fork at him. “Staring is rude.”

He chuckled. “My apologies. You’re quite correct.” He didn’t avert his gaze.

“So, what’s next?”

“After we get you clothed?” He licked his lips, then finally managed to look away. “I have ideas, but in reality, we need to discuss the next stage of our plan.”

“Davin, the dog just levitated the entire pan of gravy, I swear to god,” one of the cooks shouted.

I laughed. “Nimbus!”

He rooed, trotting over with the pan of gravy floating behind him, his tail curled and wagging happily.

“Nimbus, you have to share!”

He set the pan down in front of him and gave it a sniff.

Davin chuckled. “We can make more. I’m sure he’s hungry.”

“Don’t make yourself sick,” I ordered, though I was pretty sure a cloud puppy’s dietary needs were different than an actual dog’s.

Nimbus tested the gravy, decided it had cooled enough, and shoved his face into it, eating hungrily.

I shook my head and turned back to Davin. The look in his eye was hungry and primal. I bit my lip, shivering.

“I’ll back off if you don’t want the attention,” he said quietly.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just not used to the situation we are in.” I met his gaze.

“Perhaps we should all sit down and have a discussion about how best to proceed. Everything is your choice, and Oliver is a good man and a more than suitable mate. I just think you deserve more.” He winked. “As in more mates.”

I’d been about to defend Oliver, but with Davin’s clarification, I laughed. “Aren’t wolves typically monogamous?”

“We’re werewolves. Our ways might reflect our wild brothers’ and sisters’ to some degree, but not completely. I can accept the other men. In some ways, I welcome it. While you can protect yourself, I also want to protect you and Nimbus, and I can’t always be with you. If you have more mates, you will have more protection. I trust Oliver and Katsuro to protect you.” He took a deep breath. “And even Bridger, if you’re interested in him.”

“I’ve barely had time to process all of this,” I admitted. “I can’t…” I trailed off and waved a hand helplessly, not sure what I was going to say.

“No need to make a decision now,” he said. “Let’s take one thing at a time. Clothes, because you are very tempting, so scantily clothed, and in my shirt.” His eyes shone with lust and a soft moan escaped my lips before I clamped them shut.

I squirmed under his gaze and knew I was getting damp. Especially by the way Davin sucked in his breath, as if tasting my scent.

Someone cleared their throat. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Oliver and Katsuro in the shadows. The vampire’s gaze was hungry, and I wasn’t completely sure it was lust that motivated that look. He’d recently drank a lot of my blood, and I knew that had to be on his mind. I glanced at Davin.

“Sorry, sorry,” Davin said, visibly restraining himself and turning away.

When I looked back toward the hallway, Oliver was alone. I hadn’t noticed the bundle of clothing he held before, but he held it up now.

“Care to get dressed?”

“Yeah, probably a good idea.” I mock glared at Davin, who held up his hands in surrender, though he had a playful smile on his face.

I got up, leaving Nimbus to his gravy feast and hoping he would clean up his face when he was done, because he was wearing his food like a toddler at the moment. I stopped next to Davin and put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “I’m very interested in revisiting this topic, but I do think we should all talk first. I need reassurance.”

Davin covered my hand with his. “Absolutely.”

I went over to Oliver, and he gave me the pile of clothing and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Love, get dressed, then go talk to Katsuro.”

Frowning, I glanced up at the shade. “What’s wrong?”

Oliver sighed. “He’s unhappy with how you risked yourself, and he’s craving your blood. It’s a combination to make any vampire cranky.”

I glanced back at Davin, head tilted to invite his advice. I knew he could hear Oliver’s quiet words.

Davin nodded and joined us, the heat spilling off his body warming my back, though he didn’t invade my space. He was just that warm.

“Oliver is right. Talk to him.”

“Hannah,” Oliver said quietly. “You do not need my permission for anything but know that I will be okay with any action you feel necessary to take with Katsuro. He needs some reassurance right now, but he’s an ancient, powerful vampire. He won’t ask for it. He’ll just be an ass about it.” Oliver smiled. “Feel free to tell him he’s being an ass, but, also, feel free to go to him, if you want. It’s all right. Once Katsuro has his head on straight again, we’ll all talk and work this relationship out, but for now, do what you need to do.”

I nodded, clutching the bundle of clothing tight and wondering if I should bother to change into it. Not that I was planning on jumping Katsuro, but maybe being half naked would throw him off some.

Oliver tilted my chin up with a finger and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I smiled uncertainly and nodded. “I’ll do my best.”

In the end, I put on the clothing, feeling like I was donning armor. And hey, if it did come down to it, maybe it would be more fun if the vampire had more to take off me. Not that I was planning on getting naked, but, well, a girl never knew when she had several potential mates, now did she.

What on earth was I getting myself into?