A Grey Wolves Howliday (The Grey Wolves #14) by Quinn Loftis

“We’re about to see what Fane’s is like if those two are left unsupervised much longer,” Sally said.

“Couldn’t you have at least kept your trap shut until she got Fane’s shirt off?” Jen huffed.

“Jennifer,” Decebel growled.

Fane felt air on his stomach, and when he pulled back from his mate’s mouth, he looked down. His feisty female had indeed been pulling up his shirt. Fane knew his smile was cocky as he winked at her. “Eager?”

Jacque pushed him away with a laugh. “As if.”

“All right,” Jen said, drawing everyone’s attention. “The first cards are being passed out.”

Fane and Jacque slid off the couch and knee-walked over to the table where their pack made room for them.

Jen looked at her card and grinned. “His is a hairy beast. I mean, mine,” Jen quickly corrected. “Mine is a hairy beast.”

Decebel groaned. “What happened to games like Twister and Pictionary?”

“We can play that next.” Wadim stared at his own card.

“Yep,” Jen agreed. “But not just Twister. Naked twister.”

“I meant Pictionary.” Wadim shrugged. “But Naked Pictionary works too.”

Decebel exhaled. “Not everything has to end up with everyone naked, baby.”

“Buuut, things are so much more interesting when they end that way.”

“She’s not wrong,” Zara muttered and then yelped when Wadim leaned over and bit her neck.

“Are we playing this game or what?” Sally asked.

“I vote for or what.” Costin raised his hand.

“I vote to play,” Peri said, surprising everyone. “This actually sounds fun.” She placed the box that she’d been reading down then glanced at her card. “Mine is filled with bubbles.”

Jen laughed. “Bet that’s fun for Lucian.”

Jacque groaned and glanced at Sally. “I feel like we’ve just stepped back in time to high school.”

“We could drug her like we used to back then,” Sally offered.

“Mine is slippery when wet.” Elle’s face turned a rosy-red shade when Sorin leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

“I know the answer to that one,” Drake said from the far side of the room. “Female water slides. They’re a thing.”

“And babies come out of them.” Jen gave the new dad a thumbs-up.

“I heard about that one in your thoughts, Luna,” Fane whispered to her. “Sounds like the conversation during Bethany’s delivery was quite … titillating.”

“It was straight up weird. No lie.”

Fane pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “Then it was a typical situation.”

“Good point.” Jacque leaned into him.

Fane listened and laughed as they played. He’d pulled Slate’s blanket closer to them and checked frequently on their son. Thankfully, the boy was a great sleeper. And if he stayed asleep, What’s Yours Like would become an entirely new game later that night.

“I heard that.” Jacque’s voice was sultry in his mind.

“I wanted you to. Now, focus on losing so we can sneak out while Jen gloats about winning.” His next words were as hot as the desire growing inside of him. “I have need of you, Jacquelyn.” With only six days left until the period of mourning ended, Fane felt as though he needed to make every second count. Each one had to be more precious than the last.

His mate’s body shivered against his, and he pressed closer to her. She smells divine. His mouth watered for another taste and more. Fane didn’t even attempt to censor the thoughts running through his mind. After several minutes, Jacque dropped her card on the table and stood up.

“Slate’s hungry, and I’ve got to see a guy about a thing,” she rambled. Jacque stepped over Fane and picked up their son, who was still sound asleep and definitely not showing any signs of hunger. Fane laughed as his mate continued incoherently while she walked away. He’d gotten the wolf riled up just as much as the human.

“Dude, unless you’re the guy she’s got to see about a thing, you have to finish the game,” Jen told him.

Fane raised a brow at her. “The only guy my mate will ever be seeing about any sort of a thing is me.”

“Then you should probably get up and follow her or risk her falling asleep before you can show her that thing.” She winked at him.

He stood and walked over to where Drake and Bethany sat on the couch. Drake was propped up in the corner of the sofa with his mate leaning back onto his chest, sound asleep while she held baby Alina Hope in her arms. “Congratulations again.” Fane leaned forward and ran a finger gently down the babe’s cheek. “I am grateful to have all three of you as members of this pack.”

Drake looked at his two sleeping females and then up at Fane. He shifted slightly on the couch and bared his neck. “This pack is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Your parents started a good thing here, and I’ve no doubt you will continue it, Alpha.”

Fane bowed his head to the other male, silently letting him know he acknowledged the submission. “Good night,” he said and turned to the rest of the room. “Six days left of rest.” He paused as his eyes met each of the males. “And then we remind the supernatural world why they never want to stand against the Great Luna.”