Semua Bab Red Rover: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The second Kaia’s fangs sink into my skin, I come—hard. My orgasm hits like a freight train, cum coating their fingers.“Kaia!” I scream, full-throated and wrecked.As she licks the mark, soothing it, another surge of power slams through me. I feel every wound finish healing. Another piece of our mate bond locks into place like a key turning in the universe.I’m panting, eyes rolling back, when I see both of my mates lift their cum-coated fingers. Zoe slides hers into Kaia’s mouth, watching her suck me off her fingers. Kaia returns the favor, and just like that—I’m hard again.I grab the fronts of their shirts and pull, thinking I’ll just rip them open. But I misjudge my strength.Their shirts explode in my hands.And then—of fucking course—the tent flap bursts open.Jai stumbles in. “Is everything okay? I heard—WHAT THE FUCK?!” He slaps his hands over his eyes like a melodramatic soap actor. “I’m blind! I didn’t want to see that!”He stumbles backward, eyes still covered. “Happy for y

“What’s next, O?” Pop asks Odysseus. He’s really trying to make a nickname stick, and the ancient Greek is clearly not having it.“Odysseus,” the shade replies, rolling his eyes. “My name is Odysseus.”“Come on,” Pop says, nudging his shoulder. “After everything we’ve been through, don’t you think we’ve earned nickname privileges? Dyssy? You can give me one too—Dev, Vin... Big D?”“He does have a big one,” Ma says to Meredith.Rowen and I both groan, hands flying to our ears.“Ma!” Rowen complains. “Still not over that hotel in Hawaii with the paper-thin walls.”Laughter erupts around us—Summer, Jared, even Meredith—everyone but Odysseus, who looks completely lost.“I don’t understand,” he says, confused.Pop, ever the opportunist, opens his mouth—“It means I have a big—”“Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!” I yell, jamming my fingers into my ears.Odysseus watches the chaos, then finally lets out a deep, masculine laugh—the kind of laugh that says I don’t get the joke but I know it’s funny. I

The ride across the Phlegethon sucked. I mean, we’re literally riding on the backs of mythological creatures who wouldn’t blink before dumping us into a flaming river.Yeah, you read that shit right. The centaurs have some kind of spell on their hooves that lets them walk on top of the fire. Their entire bodies are fireproof. Nifty for them. Not so fun for us.The flames don’t just flow like water—oh no. That’d be too easy. They spurt and blaze like a damn geyser. We had to wear special coverings to avoid getting scorched and lay across the centaurs’ backs like 1950s pinup models trying not to die.Honestly, I’d never trust an enemy to carry me across literal death, but the ancients lived by a different code. Their word was their bond.Wish the real world worked like that.Once we hit the other side, the centaurs set up camp to wait for us. Then we started the hike to the innermost gate of Tartarus—the last obstacle before Hermes’ palace. And of course, it’s guarded by a 50-headed hydr

The second we landed in Norway, just outside the base camp, Nathan bolted off the plane and straight toward Tomas. He wanted to talk to his second and figure out exactly what went down in Valhalla. He also thought it was time to call in Nyx’s and his parents—amazing warriors in their own right.Plus, Kayla, Brandon, and Zak would lose their shit if we didn’t tell them what happened to Nyx.Jamal, Gregory, and I strolled into the camp at a much more reasonable pace. As we neared the tents, we spotted Nate standing at the edge of camp, talking to Jai.“What’s going on?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were going to talk to Tomas?”That’s when I heard the very obvious reason he was not going anywhere near Tomas’s tent.Nate gave a small, amused smile. “I’m guessing he made up with Zoe and Kaia.”“Sounds like it,” Jamal said with a devilish grin, glancing at me and Gregory. My mate has never been into p**n, but overhearing other wolves going at it? That’s a whole different stor

Even though JoJo had kissed me just minutes ago—and she’s now sitting in my lap, feeling the evidence of how much I want her—I don’t move in for another kiss. I let her lead. I’d let her lead me anywhere.She leans in, sensing what I’m doing. Her lips press against mine, searing me with her very essence. Touching her, kissing her—it’s like drinking cold water on the hottest damn day.I try to hold back. I really do.But I’ve needed her for so long—my body, my wolf, my soul has been crying out for her. I can’t resist. I’m starving for her.I devour her, my hands sliding to her back. I groan when I feel bare skin—her hospital gown gaping open. Sparks erupt. Heat rises. The scent of her arousal hits me like a damn truck.Knowing that all I have to do is pull that gown off her arms and she’ll be bare in front of me? My wolf surges.I pull back, panting, trying to keep control.She blinks, dazed. “Why’d you stop?”“My wolf’s trying to take over,” I say, fighting him back.She smiles, s