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I release one hand from Fox’s neck and put it over Snake’s hand.
I run my fingers over his, feeling one thumb and two big, thick fingers.
He has short, rounded claws, and I shiver as I ease his hand into the waistband of my pants.
Anticipation fills me as he takes the hint and moves those thick, smooth fingers inside my underwear.
I feel a gasp of air at the side of my head as he moves his fingers over the fine patch of hair above my pussy. I keep it trimmed short, but I’m hit with a sudden wash of self-consciousness that he might not like the feel of it. He strokes through the hair, moving his fingers around, but not dipping lower.
Fox breaks our kiss with a soft exhale. “We’re being summoned.”
I blink at him. It takes a few seconds to realize what he means.
He looks up. “That means you, too, Snake.”
I move away from Fox as Snake’s hand withdraws from my underwear. He’s slower to drop his other arm, but he manages to do it. I let out a breath, halfway relieved, and halfway disappointed.
Fox smiles at me. “Later.”
I really hope that’s a promise.
Moving into the kitchen, I tug at the hem of my sweater, avoiding meeting Alina’s gaze. It’s probably the biggest room in the house, but it feels incredibly small with all of my mates crammed into the space. The table’s kind of in the middle of the room, wedged up against the door. Scar is still sitting behind it, and Scratch has moved past him and is sitting next to him.
Even sitting down, Scratch is a little hunched over.
I don’t think he’s completely comfortable.
He has a fish-out-of-water look about him.
I sit back down when Alina signs at me to do so.
She closes the door and takes her own seat once I’m in mine.
Fox takes the seat next to me, moving it closer, first.
Snake looks around before sitting down on the table, in the space Fox created by moving.
I catch Scar shaking his head, but Snake leans back, resting on his hands, clearly not intending to move from his chosen perch. He cranes his head and closes his eyes, looking completely contented.
I shrug at Alina when she looks at me, as if she expects me to explain his behavior.
They haven’t been living the same way we have, and she knows it.
It’s not as if he knows sitting on a table isn’t polite.
Her lips flatten and I can tell things are about to take a turn for the deadly serious.
“Whatever the plan is,” she starts, looking around at all of them. “It does not include Lita.”
Scar nods, and as I look around, I see all of his brothers agree with the sentiment.
I can’t lie. It hurts to be instantly excluded when this is something that affects all of us. It doesn’t matter that they’re built like warriors, or that they’ve already killed a chimera. I don’t want to be left behind while they go out risking their lives for my pack.
“I’m not completely useless,” I complain, folding my arms as I sit back in my chair.
“No one’s calling you useless,” Alina tells me. “But you don’t have fighting skills, Lita.”
“I didn’t need them with the Alpha’s sons,” I start, before I remember how that ended up.
