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“We don’t have to wait,” I said. I was feeling generous after the evening. As long as I didn’t have to share my men, which obviously brought out my worst inclinations, I could share my time and my knife work. “After all, your father definitely deserves to pay for what he just did to us. I had all my makeup in the lake house.”

“I do have an idea,” Cain said. “We could use some new guns anyway.”

“What are you thinking?” Remy asked. “I love it when you’re naughty.”

Cain ignored him, but I was pretty sure that Cain ignoring him so studiously was part of the fun for Remington. “We could take control of a shipment of my father’s goods and make it look like he never delivered.”

“We’d have to get it while it was in transit,” Stellan said.

Remington cracked his knuckles and gave us all a beatific smile. “That sounds fun.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Stellan disagreed. “It sounds like a second battle in a war. And we don’t need a war right now.”

“My father did start it,” Cain drawled. “He has to know that there will be consequences.”

Pax’s body had tensed, his arm tightened around my waist. “There has to be bigger consequences for what he did to my mother.”

“There will be,” Cain promised.

“Once he knows that we’re going to bite back, he’ll come after us with everything that he has. If he thinks that we’re scared, he’s got no reason to come after us. We can buy some time while we deal with the Demon,” Stellan disagreed.

Cain set the glass down on the table. The thump of the crystal on the mahogany was a sharper sound then I was sure he intended. Cain didn’t like to give anything away.

“Stellan’s right,” Remy said. “Egos aside, the most important thing is getting Aurora’s mom back. We have the rest of our lives to plan how to end Alexander for the most drama and gore. We need to focus.”

Cain’s lips tightened as if patience was beyond him, but he nodded. “I’m not sure my dad will buy that we’re scared. He knows me too well. But we can bide our time a little. We need to be ready for another attack. I doubt the lake house was the end of it.”

“And we will be ready,” Pax said. “Someone’s with Aurora all the time.”

“You all need to be careful too,” I said.

Remington scoffed. “We’re always careful. We’ve been unpopular for a long time.”

“But Alexander knows Cain doesn’t care about anyone but you. You’re the one he’d go after.” Pax squeezed my waist, nuzzling his face into my throat.

“A girl feels so special, having not one, but two complete psychopaths trying to chase her down.”

“You are so special.” Pax nipped my ear. "Good enough to eat."

"You just ate two dinners," I pointed out. He was always starving after a fight.

"And now I want dessert."

"You have to share this time," Remington chastised. "You're such a greedy bastard sometimes."

Before I knew what was happening, Cain had cleared the table with a dramatic sweep of his tattooed arm. As Pax boosted me off his lap and onto the table, Stellan grabbed me beneath my arms and dragged me back across the table so I was spread in front of them.

Remington and Pax playfully struggled for who would plant themselves between my thighs. The two of them went crashing to the floor–accompanied with a lot of cursing from Remington–and while they were busy, Stellan grinned and leaned over the table to kiss me.

Stellan's kiss was soft and warm, yet full of a primal hunger that made my body shiver with desire. I opened my mouth to him, welcoming his tongue as it swept inside. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and dip as he deepened the kiss. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as the pleasure built inside me. Cain pulled down my dress roughly so he could run his hands over my breasts, his palms rough in all the right ways against my nipples. He bent and sucked my nipple, and my hips bucked toward him, full of need. The two of them took all my attention.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh and gasped as Paxton joined in, his kisses hot and demanding. Remington was not far behind, his own hands wandering over my body with a sense of ownership. Four pairs of strong hands roamed over my skin, igniting a fire that consumed me.

"You're all too much," I breathed, lost in a haze of pleasure at the feel of their lips and hands on my body. For a moment, there was nothing else in the world but the five of us, lost in our own pleasure.

"We're never too much," Stellan murmured in my ear, before his lips found the sweet spot just under my ear on my throat that always made desire pulse between my thighs. "We were made for you, and you were made for us."

"To take our cocks," Pax added, because lord forbid we make things too sweet.

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