They moved the coffee table to the side of the couch, and then the four of them took their places. Hank faced the werewolves. Roxie stood between Jack and Grant and they all held hands. Roxie’s nerves got the better of her, and she found her hands going cold and clammy. Grant and Jack’s grips tightened in comfort and empathy.
“Earth mother, moon father, sun father, we honor you this day with the mating of this triad, the leaders of your people.” Hank’s voice was confident and soothing. He looked at them, and his obvious joy filtered into Roxie, calming her nerves. “These three are connected heart and soul, and have committed to love and honor each other and their pack until the end of their days.” Hank nodded toward them. “Do you have the rings?”
The gold, silver, and copper rings signified the Earth Pack triad. Grant and Jack had brought the simple wedding bands with them from Oregon, just in case they found their mate. Las Vegas was the land of nuptials, after all.
Roxie presented her left hand. Jack’s tender gaze held hers as he placed a gold band onto the fingers of Roxie and Grant. Then it was Grant’s turn. He slid silver rings on Roxie and Jack’s fingers.
Inhaling a steady breath, Roxie took the copper bands and did the same.
“These rings show your bond to each other and to the pack you lead. They signify the joy of your connections and remind you all that your lives will be interwoven until death do you three part. With the love and blessings of earth mother, moon father, and sun father bestowed upon this triad, I pronounce you married. You may kiss the bride.”
Jack went first—a soft, light kiss. And then Grant took Roxie’s lips, offering swift pressure, sweet promise.
Jack walked Hank to the door and paid him in cash. Then he returned to his companions.
Roxie blew out a nervous breath. “Okay, then. Should we make this official-official or what?”
Grant grinned. “Let’s get naked.”
8
GETTING NAKED was the least complicated task when it came to the Earth Pack mating ritual. It would go something like this: One alpha, one alpha, and then two alphas. In other words, Roxie was in for a sexually decadent evening.
She should’ve requested some power bars.
And a Thigh Master.
Roxie went into the bathroom and got undressed. She wore a barely-there pink bra that matched her skimpy lace panties. She observed herself in the mirror. She wasn’t some skinny human girl. She had curves werewolf style. Most shifters preferred mates with meat on their bones. She examined her body, smoothing her palms down the soft flesh of her stomach. She smiled. Her curvy self was about to get some serious loving.
She’d never had a threesome.
Now, here she was fulfilling the mating rituals of the Earth Pack alphas. When she’d run away from the Blood Pack, from the idiocy of the Suitor’s Brawl, she’d couldn’t never imagined her life would take this kind of turn.
She looked down at her hand, at the two bands shining against her finger.
Her heart skipped a beat.
I’m married, she thought, feeling suddenly giddy. She mussed her red hair a little, checked her make-up for any flaws, and then inhaled a deep breath.
Despite growing up in the Blood Pack, where beliefs about sex were the same as violence—the more, the better, Roxie had very few boyfriends, and her limited sexual experiences hadn’t prepared her for the way she burned so hot for Jack and Grant. The idea of doing every wicked thing possible with her men, her mates, excited Roxie.
You can do this, girl.
When Roxie reentered the bedroom, she found Grant sprawled on the bed.
He was deliciously naked.
She let her gaze rove his muscled body. He had his arms behind his head, and she couldn’t help but notice the sexy, hard curves of his biceps. She studied his drool-worthy wide chest with its curls of dark hair. His six-pack abs and thick thighs were mesmerizing. Then there was the ultimate prize: His already hardening cock.
Just looking at that man had erotic heat pulsing through her.
She crawled onto the bed and he moved to take her into his arms. For a long moment, he only embraced her and stared into her eyes. She returned his gaze frankly and matched his wicked grin with one of her own.
“You’re gorgeous.” His lips captured hers. She melted into him, into his warmth, his strength, and gave him everything.
Her body.
Her heart.
Desire and need streaked through her, pooling wet and hot between her thighs. Reaching between their heated bodies, she stroked his thick length.
Grant moaned, and then he tangled his fingers in her hair as he deepened their kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to duel with hers.
His lips moved down her throat, his tongue flicking the dimple at its base. Roxie moaned as he nuzzled the skin between her breasts, raining kisses over her quivering flesh.
He reached around and unhooked the bra. After tossing the flimsy lingerie to the floor, he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. His warm hands on her sensitive skin made her shiver.