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Chapter 18 Well, This Is AwkwardOf course, getting bacon and eggs wasn’t as easy as it sounded in theory. Matthew’s knot went down at last, and I wriggled around a little until his cock slipped out of me.And then we were left with the quiet, sticky aftermath, separating our melded bodies and going back to being two entities who needed to find our clothes and had aches in odd places and couldn’t quite meet each other’s eyes. My shirt was still intact, albeit dusted with dirt and tree detritus, and my jeans were fine. Nate’s magical socks didn’t have a speck of dirt on them, and even as distracted as I was I took a moment to be impressed. I needed another shower so badly, but at least my socks were pristine.But Matthew’s shirt was in little scraps all over the ground, only the seams still mostly holding together with a few sad threads in between. It looked like it’d gone ten rounds with whatever alien Captain Kirk had been fighting that week.So when we stepped out onto the path ag

Chapter 20 Cute Little Tufty EarsHome was an idea that took a while to really register with me.Yeah, Matthew and I fucked every night. And yeah, I got some of Ian’s fancy shampoo and put it in Matthew’s bathroom — our bathroom. My bathroom, almost, considering how much time I spent showering, something Matthew smiled at but never teased me about.He always got to knot me on nights when I spent an hour in the shower without him saying a single fucking word about it.The Armitage pack was wary at first, but I knew they’d started to accept me when the pups were allowed to run through the house without their parents watching warily, brushing past me as carelessly as they did everyone else. The pack didn’t have that many kids in it, but there was a small gang of pre-teens who liked to shift and wrestle around out back, and a few toddlers who sprouted tiny claws and fuzzy tails when they were startled. I wasn’t a pack animal, but these kids were well cared for and obviously well loved,

Mismatched Mates #2.5A Very Armitage Christmas Chapter 1 Ian“A little help?” Nate said irritably, turning to glare at me over his shoulder. “All those alpha muscles ought to be good for something!”He startled me out of my fugue, and I blinked at my red-faced mate, who was sweating even though the temperature had dropped to near-freezing and the air smelled like snow. Nate had needed to bend over really, really far to load the trunk of Matt’s Prius. And then wriggle around. A lot. With his ass in the air, waving back and forth hypnotically. I hadn’t even noticed he’d been struggling to shut the trunk and cursing under his breath until he brought me back to the present and I rewound the last couple minutes in my head. I’d been too focused on how someone so thin could have such a round ass.Magic? Nate used magic. Would he use magic on his own ass? Would he let me watch?“Your fault for not wanting to bring a real car,” I said, trying to distract him from the bulge in the front of m

Chapter 3 MatthewSearching the woods for zombies shouldn’t have been a good time, but it beat the hell out of sitting in yet another fucking meeting. Just one more reminder of how Ian always got to have all the fun, the bastard. He was so lucky I’d been born first and groomed for this bullshit instead of him.I shouldn’t have been thinking of it as fun, of course. Pack leaders didn’t get to have fun, and they didn’t think zombies were a nice change of pace from listening to ancient, cranky Stephen — who’d already been old as dirt when he sat on my dad’s council — drone on and on about how we needed to put more effort into making a profit off the junkyard we owned. And pack leaders definitely didn’t whoop with satisfaction as they swung a machete at exactly the right angle and speed to send a zombie’s head flying like the world’s grossest golf ball.I might’ve grinned, though, since no one could see. If Ian had been there, maybe I’d have whooped a little, since he wouldn’t have give

Chapter 5 Nate“Okay, so this is why I hate necromancy.” I dropped my rake and desperately tried to scratch my nose with the side of my arm. Fuck. I couldn’t touch my face, not after touching…everything I’d just touched. Even with gardening gloves, I felt tainted. “I mean, I could make a long, long list of everything I hate about necromancy. The stench, and the body parts, and the body parts that smell incredibly fucking bad, and did I mention —”“Yes, you mentioned,” Arik snapped, pausing in raking up bits of bone to glare at me. “More than once. Every fucking second we’ve been out here working, in fact.”He hadn’t even tried to get out of clean-up duty, maybe — for once — realizing he’d acted like a little shit and needed to make up for it. The bigger, stronger members of the pack had loaded the bodies up, taking a few trips with several old pick-up trucks to ferry them back to the cemetery they’d crawled out of. They were still working on that, leaving me and Arik to scoop up the