NIXON
"How's Linden?" Alice's voice was desperate for good news as soon as I picked up.
"Better," I alleviated her worries instead of saying something about how offended I was that she didn't miss me enough to ask about me first, "him and Marcy had a moment last night."
I bet she does have a favourite brother. It has to be me.
"Good. We need him on board to help with Marcy. I'm coming back now, but I'm… ummm,” was she nervous? “Can you get Linden so we can all talk, but privately.”
"What the…"
"Hey," Alice interrupted Linden's outrage at me flashing him from the kitchen to the office.
"Who is this?"
NIXON Linden looked past Alice to where her unmarked mates were standing. They were weirdly calm and looked too relaxed for an unmarked mate to be, but there was something in the way they watched her that told a different story. “Mountain,” I smiled and Alice jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow as she rolled her eyes. “RIAN,” when she called him, announcing his name loudly for me, something changed in the way he was looking around. It was less calculating and more adoring, she was his sole focus and every word she spoke had him spending every ounce of his attention on her, “You’ve already met the unfortunate mess that is Nixon,” she linked her arm in mine, not so subtly checking to make sure my tattoo was still there before slipping her other arms in Lindens, “this is my other triplet, Linden.” She motioned
NIXON Ian’s words seemed to shock Marcy, she seemed less distracted by her needs and more focused on listening for instructions. “Remember what I told you. Take his hand,” Marcy started to listen and do every action as Ian spoke it, “pull him into you slowly, pressing together only when you have enough control to stay there with him a few moments. Close your eyes and listen to the way his blood is flowing through his body. The gentle thump is what you want. If it starts to increase, you stop. If it starts to slow down, you stop.” Marcy nodded her head before she looked shocked and horrified all at once and blush covered her cheeks, but Linden only pulled her in closer, smiling like a schoolboy trying to hide… Filthy, filthy, fucker. Alice looked my way, clearly
LINDEN When I spoke to the pack, it was like Ace was speaking - and maybe he was. I watched it all unfold, watched as Terran stood to the side and acted as if he was listening while he was surveying the pack for threats. He'd find none. Our pack was loyal because Declan was right… we've grown up loved. My parents made sure that they weren't loyal out of fear because that doesn't bind a person. A person loyal under duress will always change loyalties if their fears change, but not here. Aydin almost stormed out at the sight of Al's mate, but Katherine and Bell’s tight grip had him staying put. Xavier was calculating the risks when he noticed that Marcy wasn’t by my side, while Westley's eyes were fixed on Rian and I don't think he was paying attention to the conv
LINDEN Jax tried to tackle Alice, but she pushed off of Westley's back just as he reached them and flipped over him, landing in Ian’s arms. He’d flashed over there to catch her and didn’t look impressed as she laughed wildly watching Aydin shift back to human form as he and Westley tumbled across the field. “I’d say sorry,” Terran laughed as he popped a flower out of the vines where Xavier’s ass would be, “but,” he shrugged and Marie couldn’t control the giggles that followed. “Baby girl,” Ian said in a warning tone but Alice just looked up at him in this way that made something shift inside me. Her eyes were glued to him, looking up at him like he was her entire world and nothing would ever keep them apart as she played with his… oh fuck.
ALICE The night seemed to drag out. Sebastian monitored Marcy feeding every time Linden felt strong enough to go again and in-between those times Rian kept insisting I keep drinking and eating. The pains in my stomach were starting to become a problem… I mean how much food could a person eat? The only light through it being that Marcy's gentle nature pre-Vamp, was resulting in a very mild-natured Freshling. She already had great control over her impulses and Sebastian suggested that they should let her out for small blocks of time. He doesn't think she will pose a threat, he told us '...most Freshlings only go on killing sprees because they want to. They feel the power they have and don't want or need to hold that bloodlust back.'
ALICEThe fluff beneath me told me I was on my bed of pillows but Rian hadn't left my side because I still had his heartbeat thumping against the side of my face. Sebastian's scent lingered around us, the sweet but burnt caramel notes of it making me lick my lips, but the realization that his body wasn't pressed into mine had my chest tightening.The pressure behind my closed eyes began to grow, the wetness in them threatening to spill over as I tried to convince myself to open them and look for him."What's wrong?" Sebastian's strong voice sent a shiver up my spine, removing all traces of the sadness I felt and replacing it with excitement as I turned over.He was standing by the bed, his chest bare and muscles tight with anticipation. His shoulders rippled when he
ALICE My eyes flew open as the thick muscular chest behind me started to flex, I must have fallen back asleep, but his arms began wrapping around my torso and squishing me up against him. His hand slid over me a little too easily, the moisture clinging to my skin helping him, but instead of being grossed out that sweat was covering my body, all I could think about was getting Sebastian to open his eyes for me. His dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead, and there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to wake up here, sandwiched between Rian and him for the rest of my life. Rian’s hand coiled around me more and I inhaled sharply when it brushed the bottom of my breast, and that had those deep red eyes zeroed in on me.
ALICE Sebastian fell to his side as Rian replaced his position over me and a new wave of energy hit me, but a calm kind of energy that felt like everything in my life had amounted to this moment. His hand cupped the side of my face as he leant down and hovered over me, “You are ours,” I reached my hand out to the side and Sebastian linked his fingers in mine immediately. “Yours,” I confirmed, swallowing roughly in anticipation, “forever.” He pushed part of his length inside of me as he kissed me, and each pass of his lips on mine turned the uncomfortable stretch into a needy desire to have more than he was giving me. When I tried to match his thrusts with my hips to drive him deeper, he always seemed to be one step