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  I did end up taking several shots on the bed of petals at Virg’s insistence, moving them over me strategically. When we were done, he was on me, lifting me out of there and carrying me to one of the other dungeons.

  “We’ve been having foreplay all fucking day,” he growled as he thrust into me, pushing his pants down more so I didn’t get hurt.

  Apparently Brian just had really interesting timing for the day because when we finished a second time, I realized we weren’t alone, meeting his gaze as Virg kissed all long my neck, both of us gasping for air.

  “I could never take you like that, give you that,” he muttered, sounding seriously upset.

  Shock floored me as I tried to find what to say, but I took too long and he turned to leave. “You do!” I swallowed loudly when he glanced back at me. “Bri, there is no way you’re lacking in that department. He’s different than you because we’re wolves. It’s different with vampires too, but that does not make you worse.” He gave a slow nod he heard me. “And I don’t want you to be like them. Be you and I’ll be very happy.”

  “She’s not lying, and I’ve heard her talk about sex with you,” Virg informed him, looking like he wasn’t all that thrilled to do it. “I might be able to ravage her more forcefully than you can, but you give her what I can’t too.” He shared a look with Brian, and I would guess it was something about Brian knowing me before I was a wolf, but it was more than that with him.

  “Thank you for making sure I knew that,” he said to both of us but looking at me. “I’ll start loading up, as we’re going slow and I didn’t mean to be the perv who watches, but I couldn’t seem to look away.”

  “It happens,” I said easily, not upset he watched. It wasn’t like we were on bad terms or he was being a brat like when he’d walked in on Noah and I months ago. Just thinking about that made me shake my head, feeling like that was lifetimes ago. So much had happened and changed and then changed back or gotten better.

  Sometimes it was too much of a roller coaster ride if I was honest.

  9

  There were more gifts and flowers when I arrived at the apartment, Christos confirming he’d been signing for them all day, but all of it wasn’t mine. Though I was worried as he said a bunch of the gifts came for the hosts that lived there—it was clear when they used their stage names—so random people knew where they lived. However, there weren’t any apartment numbers. Which meant it was a conversation to be had with security, not a huge thing.

  “I love this holiday!” I burst out laughing as I saw a body pillow sized white tiger stuffed animal, knowing who it was from instantly. “I always wanted one of these as a kid.”

  “Of course he figured out some clever way to always be in your bed,” Brian grumbled, heading to the elevator. “Fine, but I’m getting the kisses he can’t for helping.”

  “You were spoiled today,” I reminded him as I danced over to the elevator with my tiger.

  “I’ll keep sending up more in the elevator,” Christos told us as he called down the other one.

  “Thanks.”

  We lugged everything into the apartment, losing count of how many trips for it all as we had two vehicles to unload as well. Then I brought my new friend to bed, glancing at Virg for suggestions.

  “How mean do you want to be?” he asked.

  “Very,” I admitted, smiling brightly.

  “Where’s the webcam I gave you for Christmas?”

  “Oh, right, I went to hook it up but then…” I looked away, not wanting to bring up New Year’s when I was having so much fun.

  “You just wanted me to pick the perfect place and angle,” he said easily like it was no big. He ended up making a perfect spot and setup on my dresser where I charged my tablet normally. He wirelessly connected it to the tablet, and all I had to do was… Nothing. I could call anyone on Skype like normal and it would use that camera.

  Which I did after getting naked and into bed. I snuggled back against the tiger, moving the long tail between my legs and along my body as I glanced at Virg who looked like he might eat me.

  “It’s so soft,” I groaned, snuggling against it more. “I just want to cuddle it and snuggle it and wrap around it forever.”

  “And the one who gave it to you?” Axel asked from my tablet.

  I turned back over so he got a better view, smiling as I sank into my bed. I moved my arms overhead and stretched so he got the best view of me. “I immediately called him to show him how much I like it, how happy I am with my tiger.”

  “I wish I was there to join you.”

  “You would ask to?” I purred, rubbing the tail against my cheek. “I didn’t think you would after rushing to leave last time.”

  “We all have our issues, but yes, I’ve been dying to come back. I’ve missed you, Alpha.”

  “You’ve missed a strong Alpha as a clanless tiger or Sera?” Virg grumbled.

  Axel only raised an eyebrow at someone else being there.

  I shrugged. “I needed help setting up the camera. Virgil covered for me and will next week, so he gets a bit of spoiling.”

  “What else did he get?” he asked, his eyes flashing power.

  “Her, twice, and probably lots more if I get my way,” Virg growled, and I shivered, apparently into a bit of jealousy over me. “Do you want him to watch?” He was on me in a flash, spreading my legs wide as he moved between them.

  I moved my hands to his chest even as I licked my lips. “I called more help to sort through the mountains of gifts. Yes, he can watch or we can yes have sex but later. I don’t feel okay throwing that I’m having hot and wild sex at them when I called the time out and we’re starting over, starting slower.”

  “Fine, I respect that,” he accepted, leaning down and lapping at my nipple until I gasped. “But I will be in this bed tonight, not a pile of bunnies. After they go home, I want to be spoiled for being the man who immediately came to your side when you needed him.”

  I licked my lips again. “Will you do that thing?”

  “I will do all the things to you, Sera.”

  “Okay,” I squeaked, looking seriously forward to it.

  “I hate to be a downer, but Haton asked me to contact you about the plan with New York,” Axel muttered.

  I turned my head to look at the tablet and growled quietly. “You’re always serving her. Is there something I need to know about?”

  His eyes flashed shock and then heat as Virg’s hands roamed while I was distracted. “She has made her interest known, but I’ve never accepted. I tend to go to her and her to me, as there are very few you can truly trust, as you have found. Plus, our politics and much else align.”

  I rolled out from under Virg and moved to the edge of the bed. “Better than we would fit?”

  “No, no, my Alpha, I fit perfectly with you,” he purred, his mouth parting as he stared at me.

  “Good to hear it. This camera is always hooked up to my tablet at home. If I give you the invitation to call me on it when you want to see me, no matter what I might be doing, that better be your answer going forward.” He opened his mouth to argue. “Scratch all the itches you want, Axel, you know what I’m talking about.”

  “She is not my Alpha,” he promised, nodding. “She’s an elder and one of my bosses professionally.”

  “Good tiger,” I purred as I stood. “We can talk New York later, but right now I want to enjoy my fun.”

  “Yes, Alpha. Have a good time.”

  An hour later, we were spread all over my great room eating Chinese food while opening more and more gifts. Hagan and Reagan had come since the boys were with Alok and Tasar getting a cooking lesson and the art thief brothers were actually in town wanting a bit of a break. They jumped at the chance to hang with boys, enjoy our house, and just not fucking travel.

  “I’ve got another watch,” Reagan announced. “This one you might like. It’s a sports watch with an LED light but still professional.”

  I caught it when he tossed it over, no
dding I liked it. “Yeah, this is cool. Put it with the pile of stuff for Noah to scan.”

  “Aren’t you being a bit paranoid with that?” Hagan muttered, sharing a glance with Reagan before looking back at me.

  I snorted, but Brian answered. “We worked a stalking and extortion ring where these guys gifted hot women cell phones that were loaded with everything from password stealing apps to getting into their emails to being able to turn on the cameras whenever they wanted and they wanted to a lot. It was—hell, I even took my phone to IT to make sure it was good. It was very disconcerting how badly technology can be turned against you.”

  “Plus one of the times I went undercover as a high class call girl to get in with some baddies, the first thing they did was give me a watch with a tracker so they could keep tabs on me. We knew they would from the intel, but yeah, made me leery of gifts that are watches and like bags.”

  “Fair enough. Have you decided what you’re going to do about responding?”

  “I don’t like doing nothing,” I admitted as I tossed the watch back and reached for egg rolls. “I think I’m going to pay someone from the pack to help me on the side with this. Maybe call to say it was received and I thank them for thinking of me, even admit if I liked the gift and be nice, but I’m not open to men I’ve never even met or spoken with. That’s a pretty reasonable thing to say and even line to give that shouldn’t piss anyone off.”

  “More shoes,” Brian muttered.

  “What size?” I drawled. I wasn’t all into shoes, my sneakers and flip flops my favorite, but I’d gotten more into them when I’d learned that all the men in my life loved them. I’d gotten all excited when I’d seen the gorgeous pair Reagan had opened before… Only to find out they were size five.

  Apparently that man thought all women should have tiny fucking feet. Fine, I was bitter because they were pretty and probably wouldn’t come in my huge size, but whatever, I was tall.

  “These are actually your size,” he chuckled. “Score one for the guy who bothered to find out instead of sending you shoes you couldn’t even wear.”

  “Someone at the club will be able to use them.” I stuffed the rest of my egg roll in my mouth and crawled over to him. “Jesus, nice stripper heels.” I took one of the seriously high black stilettos that were three inch platforms as well. “I’d be your height in these…” I shook my head as I got a whiff of the hormones in the room from all three of them. “Okay then. Fine, but someone better catch me when I fall in them.”

  “Or you could wear them for something other than walking,” Brian muttered.

  Which made me be evil and go sit on the counter and eat my food while wearing them. I knew that wasn’t at all what he meant, but he very much still enjoyed it.

  “Delivery and I want a tip,” Carter said from the other side of the door.

  “Don’t eat yellow snow,” I teased as Virg opened the door.

  Carter rolled his eyes at me as he came with Orson and a few others, their arms overloaded with more. He glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow. “Can you walk in those?”

  “No,” I snorted.

  “I don’t plan on having her doing much walking later,” Virg joked, smirking at me. I tossed a piece of sweet and sour pork at him which he caught in his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

  “Mistress, those are very flattering,” Orson complimented as he set his load down on the counter. “May I?” He gently took my foot in his hand after I nodded, kissing where the straps were on my ankle. “It’s nice leather, so it will give and not hurt much.” He slowly took off the shoe, kissing more of my skin. “But if you’re not used to them, they can still bruise or cut your flawless skin.”

  “Uh-huh,” I muttered as he moved to the other foot. I blinked, and there was a gorgeous anklet on me after the other shoe was gone.

  “Apollo asked I deliver his gift personally, as he assumed you would be flooded as you are,” he explained.

  “Wow, that really sparkles,” I whispered, moving my ankle closer so I could see it better. “He really has a thing for ankles and feet, huh?”

  “Yours, I believe, are what he likes,” Orson clarified, taking my foot back. I giggled as he touched my toes, not liking when people messed with my feet, but I realized he’d slipped on a toe ring. “My gift to you, Mistress.”

  “I always thought toe rings and anklets were sexy, but my feet are so big I didn’t think I pulled it off,” I admitted, studying both. My eyes went wide. “Are those diamonds? Are there seriously diamonds in that toe ring?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he chuckled, moving closer. “A few small, flawless ones, as it is not a large ring for such a perfectly formed foot.”

  “Thank you, it’s wow, thanks, Orson,” I murmured as I looked from it to his lips as he leaned in. I gave him the barest of kisses and fed so he knew I was happy.

  “Are you taking another picture?” Virg asked, his eyes full of heat that he’d get to see me naked again.

  “Orson can help me with it,” I chuckled, shaking my head at their antics even as I ate it up.

  “I brought my gift as well, Mistress,” Carter informed me, turning me to face him as he held up a pot sticker for me. “You’re still hungry.”

  I nodded, letting him feed me a few before my curiosity got the better of me. I reached over and picked up the fairly big wooden box. I smiled at the three bottles of wine in it. “Thanks, Carter. I’ve been having fun trying new and seeing what I like with wine. I never thought it was my thing, but I really like the fruit wines.”

  “I know, which is why this isn’t the only bottles but a box every month from a different winery that offers those. I purchased a package from a reputable wine distributer that does monthly gifts.”

  “Wow, that’s awesome,” I muttered, checking out the fancy wines. “I love this fucking holiday.” I leaned over and kissed him, feeding as well as his hands moved along my legs.

  “My turn,” Emilio whimpered. “Please, Mistress?”

  I nodded, taking the box from him. I took off the ribbon and smiled brightly when I saw the cool essential oils diffuser and a whole set of good quality oils already mixed for the ailment or reason to use them. Instead of plain mint, there was a blend for sinus cleansing or even migraines. I balanced the box on my lap and opened the one for sleep, moaning at how good the light lavender mix smelled.

  “Thank you, Emilio. This is wicked. I’ve always wanted to try these, but it’s confusing and there are so many blends and brands I never know which is right because they’re not cheap.”

  “I heard you asked Nina to teach you about them someday, and I thought this would be a nice starter pack, as I love that infuser and those blends,” he explained. I leaned in to kiss him, feeding as well as his hand moved up my leg to cup my ass. “There are two to be mixed into massage oils. One to help with any aching muscles or soreness.”

  “The other?” I breathed, knowing exactly where this was heading.

  “Tingles and titillates every inch of you.”

  “You should show me when I get back from New York,” I purred, giving him another kiss. I burst out laughing as I felt all the desire in the room, knowing I could throw a match on it and set us all off. “Okay, time for everyone to have a nice cold drink before the next present is orgasms and we’re all having them.”

  “That does not sound like a bad thing,” Carter growled.

  “Yes, but some of them are going slow,” Orson cut in, moving away from me as he handed me another food container. “So we will be gentlemen as our mistress asks and offer to help.”

  “Delivery,” Jacqueline announced from the hallway.

  Carter went and opened the door, moving out of the way so I could see her… And the huge cake she was carrying. I blinked at her and then smiled. “I woves you too. You feed me all the best nummies. You didn’t have to give me anything.”

  “It’s not from me,” she chuckled as she came in, careful of all the chaos. “Several of your interested suitors
were very smart and hired me to make something for you, as I know what you like and it shows they are supportive of your pack.”

  “That is smart,” I agreed, checking out the cake as she set it down on the counter. “That’s actually really smart.”

  She shrugged. “I turned several down with the warning if they insulted my Alpha in such a deplorable way, I’d gut them.”

  “What did they want to send?”

  “Several penis cakes,” she grumbled, shaking her head. “Why would that be appreciated? There was one who wanted me to build a pussy cake with fingers touching all the best spots like that meant he knew what he was doing.”

  “That’s just creepy,” Brian muttered, coming over by us. “What kind of cake is this?”

  “It’s light chocolate cake with strawberries and cherries baked in it with fruit creams mixed in the layers with my buttercream.”

  “Shit, did they come up with that or did you?” I moaned, leaning in and smelling my version of heaven. “This smells amazing. Good fucking gift.”

  Her lips twitched. “It was a combo effort. Reagan came to me with some ideas and designs he liked that he found online and asked me to make something to make you super happy.”

  I glanced over to Reagan with a smile. “You did this?”

  “I did,” he confirmed as he got to his feet. “I’m not happy others thought of the same, but yes, that’s from me. Thank you, Jacqueline, it’s better than I thought even with your talents.”

  “It was fun, and I made sure yours was the best,” she promised, heading back to the door. “Gentlemen, why don’t you help me?”

  They all went with her, grumbling they wanted cake then too. I slid off the counter and went to Reagan, seeing how hesitant he was. “Thank you, and I’m sorry I had to reschedule our date.”

  “Thank you for giving me the chance to have one and accepting my gift.”