Fated Magic (The Wolf Pack) (6 page)

When the
sophisticated woman turned on her heel and walked down the hallway with the grace and elegance of royalty, both Nick and Tristan blinked as if they’d just seen the woman for the first time.  Nick turned and looked at Angie and whispered, “Who was that and what has she done with the ice cold bitch that we all know as Kit’s mother.”

Laughter sounded from down the hall, “I heard that you know.” 

Kit paced the length of her husbands’ office like a caged animal during the entire meeting regarding the boy
her mother simply referred to as Braden.  Jameson hadn’t hesitated a moment in his agreement to take the teenager in and the rest of the meeting had been taken up with logistics and planning for his safety as well as the safety of everyone else living at the estate.  Kit was in favor of taking him in and knew her friend well enough to know where he’d be staying once he arrived.  It was obvious that Angie had felt a very real connection to the young man and Kit was relieved that everyone was rallying around him.  Her restlessness had nothing to do with Braden…no her frustration was directed entirely at her two Alpha mates. 

Try
ing to tell me that I have to wait for the next full moon to run.  Damn wolves think they can rule the world just because they are the Alphas of the pack.  Don’t think so, fellas, I am running tonight if I have to leap out of a damned window naked and fly into the forest on a damned broom. 
She’d always detested the image of witches on brooms because it was about the most ridiculous bit of imagination in history if you asked Kit.  Brooms?  Really?  Like any self-respecting witch needed a damned broom. 

Spending the past four months cooped up in the estate was taking a toll on her sanity and if she didn’t get out soon she was going to be
a loon.  At first she’d been too busy with the babies to worry about the fact she often spent the entire day in her pajamas.  But the only thing that had kept a lid on her growing frustration was the fact she’d been spending a lot of quality time in the gym expending copious amounts of energy in every sort of physical outlet she could find.  Well, all but the one she wanted to be enjoying.  Her husbands had, for some reason, decided vanilla sex was more acceptable for a “mother” and she was seriously considering drowning them both. 

How can anyone who can be replaced by a battery operated device consider himself the Lord and Master of his Kingdom? 
I didn’t even get a honeymoon.  Nope I went straight from caught to mated to knocked up.  Once they got what they wanted all was well in the Wolf brothers little Alpha paradise.  Whoever decided men should be the leaders of a pack or any other group really needed to study ancient history.  Fat fairies will fly over Philly before I settle for vanilla sex for the rest of my life.  It’s just mean.  Show me all the fun of kink and then take it away?  I don’t fucking think so. 

She’d finally
received the go-ahead from the doctors to shift and run tonight and then Jameson had “suggested” that she wait until the next full moon because of the meeting she was currently ignoring.  Well she’d be showing them a thing or two in a couple of hours because she had already made arrangements for the twins to spend the night with a couple of their nannies and she planned to make an appearance in the forest come hell or spell. 

*

Trevlon watched Kit pace and thanked every great spirit he’d ever heard praised that he wasn’t in charge of the meeting he was currently sitting in because there was no way he would have been able to keep a straight face.  He was struggling as it was and the attention wasn’t directed at him.  Kit’s restless energy was palpable and even her mother had tried unsuccessfully to calm her.  Actually, Trev didn’t even think Carla’s words had penetrated the internal hissy playing out in Kit’s mind. 

Oh
, their pretty little mate might think she was shielding her thoughts from he and Jameson, but she was still too new to that game to actually carry it off when she was obviously so lost in the moment.  Trev had struggled several times to keep from laughing out loud and now that she’d basically told them how much she missed their Dominance, they would be reminding her just how good they were at gaining her submission.  But he was disturbed that she’d obviously felt slighted by the honeymoon issue.  A detail they had indeed let slide and something that needed to be rectified—soon. 

Trev had been so busy considering ways to bring their beautiful little witch to heel that he’d almost missed one very crucial thought that she’d spoken a little too clearly in her mind. 
Trev knew Jameson had been trying to ignore most of her ravings so he could finalize the plans for Braden’s protection.  But even as distracted as he was, Trev felt the shift in Jameson and knew his twin hadn’t missed the last nail Kit had just pounded into the coffin that her upper hand was being buried in.

When she’d admitted she had actually faked her orgasm that very morning while Jameson had made love to her
, Trev had nearly swallowed his tongue and Jameson had literally come up out of his enormous leather chair and growled, “Out!  Everyone out right now.  Tristan, you finalize this.  Take it anywhere, but I want everyone out of this room
now
.”

Kit had frozen in her tracks and for the moment her mind had gone completely silent as she struggled to comprehend the implications of what had happened.  Trev
couldn’t hold back his smile when she tried to scamper out of the room with the others who were scattering like fall leaves in the wind.  Just as she reached for the doorknob, Jameson’s deep voice rumbled through the room and Trev knew he’d spoken through clenched teeth.  “Don’t even try it, kitten.”  

Kit’s mind was racing as she tried to remember what she had been thinking about when she had felt the energy in the room shift
as if a storm had suddenly moved in just before Jameson suddenly kicked everyone out. 
And he turned red, don’t forget that because no doubt that is a pretty important clue, Kit.  Oh crap on a canary I am in deep shit and I can’t even remember why.  How can I construct a defense when I don’t remember…oh shit! 

“Oh shit, indeed
, mate.”  When she slowly turned to face Jameson he had moved very close and she hadn’t even realized that she was now easily within his reach.  Just as she let her mind consider fleeing, he reached out and wrapped his huge mitts around her upper arm.  “Really, kitten?  You think you can run”

“Well, it probably would be prudent to give you a little breathing room because you do seem a bit miffed.  And since I am evidently at the eye of the storm and I just can’t for the life of me imagine why…”  She even tucked her chin and batted her eyes innocently for effect, hell, Scarlet had nothing on her.  But it was a wasted effort because his hold just got tighter as he led her to the center of the room. 

“Well even though it might actually be in your best interest if I expended some of the energy that is suddenly boiling inside me, it isn’t going to happen—yet.  We’ll play the chase game later.  We have a few things to
discuss
and most of that is going to take place elsewhere as well.  But first…do you trust me?”  When she nodded he added, “Do you trust Trev?”  Again she nodded.  This time he held out his hand and in her peripheral vision she saw Trev lay something black in Jameson’s open palm.  “Turn around, kitten.” 

With no small measure of reluctance, fear and anticipation all swirling in a bubbling cauldron of emotion
, Kit slowly turned.  Every instinct in her screamed that you never turn your back on an enemy, but despite the fact she knew he was angry with her, Kit also knew they loved her and would never truly hurt her.  “Good girl, close your eyes, kitten.”  When she let her eyelids fall, she immediately felt the cool silk slide into place as Jameson quickly secured the blindfold into place. 

Kit knew her breathing was already becoming quicker as the excitement began to take root.  God but she’d missed this rush.  And even though she knew he was angry and would no doubt make her pay in spades for faking her release, Kit also felt completely safe in their care.  Her exhilaration at having “her men” back was tempered very little by her fear of the unknown and quite frankly
, if they never fucked her in that damned missionary position it would suit her just fine.