“Roxie!” cried Jack.
His cock pulsated inside her sensitive ass, and she flew over the edge again. Shuddering and breathless, she collapsed onto Grant’s chest.
Grant, Jack, and Roxie were officially mated as the Earth Pack triad.
* * *
ROXIE WOKE IN the middle night with her heart pounding erratically and sweat coating her brow.
The nightmare that had wrenched her out of sleep pulsed at the back of her mind. Dark. Lost. Running. Screaming.
The images faded, but the feeling of being chased, being trapped did not. She couldn’t help but think of Crawl—and whether or not he planned to come after her.
She was lodged between two big, muscled men, each with an arm slung over her, but she managed to wiggle her way out of her husbands’ embraces. She shut the bedroom door behind her as she walked into the suite’s small kitchen area, poured herself a glass of wine, and sat at the table. Her cell phone was there, too, along with her purse where she’d left them earlier. Idly, she scrolled through messages and saw that she’d missed three calls from Lara.
Concern had her dialing her friend despite the late hour.
Lara’s phone rang twice.
“Hello, sister.”
Roxie’s heart jumped into her throat. “Crawl.”
“Been looking for you. Seen Mom?”
“She’s dead,” said Roxie. “But you knew that, seeing as how you killed her.”
His laughter sent chills down Roxie’s spine. “Mom was weak. Pathetic. I just put her out of her misery.”
“How kind of you,” she managed flippantly.
“You always were a hoity-toity bitch. Where are you?”
“Where’s Lara?”
“Right here.”
“I want to talk to her.”
“You can. In person.”
Roxie swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m not a threat to you, Crawl. I’m married to the Earth Pack alphas. I’m Earth Pack now.”
“You can’t join another pack,” he sneered. “Not without my permission.”
“I don’t need your permission.”
“See? This is why you’re trouble. You don’t like following the Blood Pack rules.”
Roxie knew there was no reasoning with a psychopath. But the hell if she was going to show any more fear, that was like giving meth to a drug addict.
“You killed the alpha, Crawl. You’re the head of the pack now. Congrats.”
“All I need is your tribute. How about those nancy-boys of yours?”
Roxie’s heart turned over in her chest. She wouldn’t let Crawl get near her husbands. “Let me speak to Lara.”
“No.” He paused. “There’s a little dispute in the pack right now. Some people aren’t sure I’m due my inheritance. In fact, got a few too many people interested in you taking over.”
“I don’t want to be alpha.”
“Prove it. Do a little brawl with me in front of the pack. Let me win. Show everyone that I’m the right guy, then I’ll let you and Lara go.”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“You wanna talk to Lara? Fine. Tell her you don’t care enough about her to save her.” A woman screamed in the background. Then she heard a weeping voice say, “Roxie?”
“Lara? What is he doing to you?”
“Doesn’t matter. Don’t come back.”
There was a thud, an angry voice, and then Crawl was back on the line. “Lara’s unconscious. If you don’t want her dead, do exactly as I say.”
“Okay,” said Roxie. “Just don’t hurt her anymore.”
“Give me your location, and I’ll send someone to pick you up. Don’t say a word to those pussies you’re with, either. I’d hate to end the ol’ honeymoon by having your husbands killed.”
Crawl didn’t make idle threats, but he wasn’t exactly true to his word. Either way, Roxie didn’t have a choice.
10
“YOU CAN’T MEET your psycho brother,” said Grant.
After her disturbing call with Crawl, Roxie had woken up her husbands and told them everything. She didn’t even consider the possibility of confronting her brother without their help. Together, they stood a much better chance at rescuing Lara and defeating Crawl.
Jack had put on a shirt and sweats while Grant had slipped on a pair of silk boxer shorts. They sat in the living area of the cozy suite discussing their options. They had less than an hour to come up with a plan. In fifty-two minutes, she was supposed to meet Crawl’s lackeys outside the hotel.
“He’ll kill Lara,” said Roxie.
“Not unless he believes you won’t come,” said Jack. “Your friend is his leverage.”
Roxie didn’t believe for a second Crawl had any intention of letting her live, much less Lara. He was out for blood, and now, Roxie and her mates were the only ones who could stop him.
“We need help,” she said. “What about that woman … Delta?”