Jack yawned from the chair at the foot of the bed and stood and stretched. "I'm going to shower," he said pointedly, and looked to where Teague was sprawled out on the bed.
Katy was next to Teague, sitting with one foot under her bottom, working on some sort of embroidery thing, making polite conversation. She'd been telling them about the weres running on the night of the full moon. They had about two weeks before running under the night sky happened, unless something weird happened to trigger the change.
"We don't have to turn with the moon, you know," she was saying now, "but it hurts. It feels like you got to take a gigantic dump and someone sewed your cheeks shut, you know what I means?"
Teague laughed a little, the sides of his mouth turning in and up and his eyes arching upward. Katy had carried the bulk of the conversation (she always did when she was there), but Teague had simply laid there, tired from a long day running errands for Grace, the Hill's den mother, and enjoyed Katy's company.
Jack had been counting on it.
Two nights ago, Katy sank to her knees in front of the Goddess and everyone and took Jack into her mouth. Teague watched and approved and made noises about the three of them binding together into a family.
And then stepped back and didn't make a goddamned move.
The tension alone was driving Jack insane.
Granted, Teague had relaxed a little between the two of them. They still had sex, which was a wondrous thing whenever Teague touched him with passion and tenderness. Jack was still stunned and proud when their bodies slicked up against each other in the privacy of their room, but it wasn't here let me fuck you so we don't have to talk sort of sex.
And when Teague was out and about during the day, doing 'Alpha shit' as Jack called it, Katy and Jack got together, talked, laughed, touched...
But all in all, they were still waiting for Teague.
Jack stood at the entrance to the bathroom and looked at Katy, who rolled her eyes at him and shrugged. Three days in her company already, breathing the smell of her body through his newly heightened senses, hearing the throatiness of her laughter in every sweet note of her voice, and he could read that expression. It said, "I'll try to be naked and sweating, mijo, but I'll probably just be gone."
Jack decided to make that shower quick. ENDEXCERPT
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