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through Winter’s hair. Knowing exactly what would set his man off, Winter ignited the explosion. As he slid farther down his man’s cock, Winter reached up and gently cupped the man’s balls and slowly rolled them. Then he eased back down the cock, swallowing and humming as he took as much of Hawk in as he could.
He knew Hawk was on the edge when his mate grabbed a pillow and held it over his face. A moment later, a muffled roar filled the otherwise silent room. Hawk’s hips snapped up, driving his cock deeper as semen filled his mouth.
He swallowed his mate’s spend then thoroughly cleaned his cock before finally pulling off and kissing the head of his cock. Winter rested his cheek on Hawk’s thigh as his hand flashed up and down his own erection until he came with a gasped cry a few seconds later.
“Mmmm, now that’s the way to wake up in the morning,” Hawk said softly. He reached down and pulled Winter up the bed until they were eye to eye. “But next time I want to suck you, too.”
Winter nodded and grinned before leaning in and kissing his mate as someone came thundering up the stairs.
“You two need to get your asses out of bed and get dressed now,” Garrett said as he crossed the room to his dresser.
Chapter 8
“What’s going on?” Hawk asked as they climbed out of bed.
“Our presence is required up at the Wash House ASAP,” Garrett said, looking troubled as he finished dressing.
“Well, that’s about as clear as a mud puddle,” Winter said as he pulled on his clothes.
He buttoned his jeans as he stuffed his feet into his sneakers without socks then followed his two mates down the stairs again. He found his father and uncle standing near the front door drinking from mugs from Spring’s coffee bar.
“Morning, Dad, Uncle Robert. What’s going on?” Winter asked, wishing they had brought him a cup of coffee, which he thought was one of the only two reasons he had to get up in the morning. The other was being with his mates.
“You’ve got company up at the Wash House who are quite anxious to see you,” his father said cryptically as the five men left the fortress and headed up the path that connected all the main buildings of Sanctuary.
“Company? I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
His father met his questioning gaze and sent him an unreadable look. “And these are the last people you’d expect to show up,” he said.
As they reached the porch, Winter heard screaming. “Who’s killing whom?”
He watched as Robert opened the door then he and Martin stepped back to allow him, Garrett, and Hawk to go first.
Winter stepped inside and winced at a chorus of unhappy squeals that were painfully high and loud.
“Damn, that hurts,” Garrett said.
Hawk nodded his agreement as he lifted his hands to cover his ears. Though his shape-shifting mates were Irish Wolfhounds, even in human form their senses were much more acute than those of a normal human.
Winter glanced around the room, tracking the source of the noise to the couch. Anna was sitting down with two small children squirming in her lap while Spring paced in front of the couch with another one. But these were not Spring’s offspring. They were older and bigger than Spring’s twins. One was dressed in pink, one in light purple, and one in orange. Their blonde curls looked very familiar. Though it had been nearly seven months since he had moved from Charlotte to Sanctuary and even he knew that babies could change a lot in that length of time, Winter knew who the three children were.
“What the hell? Why are the girls here? Where are Talia and Steve?” he asked, as he hurried toward the little girls. As he did, he looked around for his former next-door neighbors and the parents of these three. He saw several large suitcases in the open space behind the couch, but no Talia or Steve.
“Do you know these little girls?” Anna asked.
As Winter rounded the couch, the three toddlers caught sight of him. In a second, the
He knew Hawk was on the edge when his mate grabbed a pillow and held it over his face. A moment later, a muffled roar filled the otherwise silent room. Hawk’s hips snapped up, driving his cock deeper as semen filled his mouth.
He swallowed his mate’s spend then thoroughly cleaned his cock before finally pulling off and kissing the head of his cock. Winter rested his cheek on Hawk’s thigh as his hand flashed up and down his own erection until he came with a gasped cry a few seconds later.
“Mmmm, now that’s the way to wake up in the morning,” Hawk said softly. He reached down and pulled Winter up the bed until they were eye to eye. “But next time I want to suck you, too.”
Winter nodded and grinned before leaning in and kissing his mate as someone came thundering up the stairs.
“You two need to get your asses out of bed and get dressed now,” Garrett said as he crossed the room to his dresser.
Chapter 8
“What’s going on?” Hawk asked as they climbed out of bed.
“Our presence is required up at the Wash House ASAP,” Garrett said, looking troubled as he finished dressing.
“Well, that’s about as clear as a mud puddle,” Winter said as he pulled on his clothes.
He buttoned his jeans as he stuffed his feet into his sneakers without socks then followed his two mates down the stairs again. He found his father and uncle standing near the front door drinking from mugs from Spring’s coffee bar.
“Morning, Dad, Uncle Robert. What’s going on?” Winter asked, wishing they had brought him a cup of coffee, which he thought was one of the only two reasons he had to get up in the morning. The other was being with his mates.
“You’ve got company up at the Wash House who are quite anxious to see you,” his father said cryptically as the five men left the fortress and headed up the path that connected all the main buildings of Sanctuary.
“Company? I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
His father met his questioning gaze and sent him an unreadable look. “And these are the last people you’d expect to show up,” he said.
As they reached the porch, Winter heard screaming. “Who’s killing whom?”
He watched as Robert opened the door then he and Martin stepped back to allow him, Garrett, and Hawk to go first.
Winter stepped inside and winced at a chorus of unhappy squeals that were painfully high and loud.
“Damn, that hurts,” Garrett said.
Hawk nodded his agreement as he lifted his hands to cover his ears. Though his shape-shifting mates were Irish Wolfhounds, even in human form their senses were much more acute than those of a normal human.
Winter glanced around the room, tracking the source of the noise to the couch. Anna was sitting down with two small children squirming in her lap while Spring paced in front of the couch with another one. But these were not Spring’s offspring. They were older and bigger than Spring’s twins. One was dressed in pink, one in light purple, and one in orange. Their blonde curls looked very familiar. Though it had been nearly seven months since he had moved from Charlotte to Sanctuary and even he knew that babies could change a lot in that length of time, Winter knew who the three children were.
“What the hell? Why are the girls here? Where are Talia and Steve?” he asked, as he hurried toward the little girls. As he did, he looked around for his former next-door neighbors and the parents of these three. He saw several large suitcases in the open space behind the couch, but no Talia or Steve.
“Do you know these little girls?” Anna asked.
As Winter rounded the couch, the three toddlers caught sight of him. In a second, the
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