Axes & O’s

34. Nathan

Chapter 34

Nathan

I pull Morgan into me as Christmas music blares from the speakers. When I grind my hips against hers, she lets out a sweet giggle. Fox is off in the kitchen grabbing more spiked eggnog, but we’re all feeling good and a little buzzed after decorating the living room for the past couple of hours.

“Are you trying to dirty dance with me, Wolfie?” She giggles again.

I chuckle at the nickname, but I’m not going to deny that I like it. I liked it when they called me “wolf” last night, and I like it now. It makes me feel powerful. And I like that they saw that part of me before I could even see it myself.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I say, my tone laced with command.

“Yes, Wolfie,” she purrs.

I shake my head as she loops her strong arms around me. Since we’re almost the same height, our bodies meld together perfectly, and my half-hard cock presses harder into the heat between her legs.

“Hmm, someone’s excited.”

“And someone’s got loose lips.”

She scoffs playfully, but before she can respond, I dip her down and move her body in a half circle before bringing her back up. Her breasts press against my chest, and she laughs again. “You know how to dance? ”

I shrug. “Not really. I just always liked Dirty Dancing and wanted to do that.”

“Color me surprised.”

I circle my hips into hers and move us to the beat of the music as Fox comes back, watching us with hungry eyes. He moves to sit, but I turn us so Morgan’s next to him.

“Dance with us, baby,” she says.

While Fox doesn’t look like someone who would dance, I’ve quickly learned he also can’t deny Morgan anything. He may dominate her, but he’ll always give her what she wants in the end.

Fox places the drinks on the coffee table then stands behind Morgan. I expect him to be awkward, but instead, he moves in close, his arms wrapping around her. At first, I think he’s going to place his hands on Morgan’s hips, but they land on mine. He tugs us in toward him, and hell if my cock doesn’t get harder at the possessive nature of it.

“Hmm, Fox-and-wolf sandwich equals one happy lamb,” Morgan chirps before licking over my pulse.

I shudder, my cock jerking against her as Fox’s fingers dig into my hips. “You’re ridiculous,” Fox grumbles, but then he smiles. Not just a cheek or lip twitch, either—a genuine smile.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of it, but I don’t have time to relish it because he starts to move us, and it disappears. His hands skate over my hips then to my waist before moving back down again, pulling me impossibly closer as Morgan grinds her pussy against my now hard erection and her ass against Fox.

On an exhale, I allow myself to get lost in the ridiculous holiday music we’re dancing to and the feeling of both Fox and Morgan touching me. When the song ends and another begins, Fox’s lips travel down Morgan’s neck, biting and sucking as he shifts his hips against her and his fingers dig into my ass.

Fuck, this is hot, and all I can think is that I wish we were naked doing this instead. My mind is already imagining what we’d look like, dancing and grinding on each other with the glow of the multicolored Christmas lights on our skin.

Which gives me an idea.

Morgan tips her head back and stares at me with hooded eyes as Fox continues to suck on her neck. “What is it?” she asks, tugging the hairs near the base of my skull.

“You said I interrupted your tradition to get a Christmas tree.”

She traps her bottom lip between her teeth, and Fox looks up at me from where he’s still kissing Morgan’s neck.

“If you don’t mind me joining, let’s go get one,” I say.

Our dancing stops, yet we remain plastered together.

Morgan’s eyes glimmer with mischief, and her hand tightens in my hair. “Are you sure?”

I shift on my feet. “I know it’s going to be cold and wet, but the storm has stopped now.” It actually warmed up today, too, so the snow has melted more than expected, but that’s California weather for you. Fox also mentioned earlier that the sheriff’s station said they may be able to plow the roads tomorrow, if not the day after. I’m excited about the prospect of getting to see my family on Christmas Day, but I’m not going to lie and say there isn’t a part of me that forgot for a moment that reality exists outside this cabin, that I’m not their boyfriend or partner. That I’m just a man who happens to be snowed in with them.

I clear the thoughts from my head and force a smile on my face. “You should have your Christmas tree,” I continue. “And if you don’t want me to join in, I can help you decorate it when you get back.”

Morgan presses her mouth to mine, and my body warms from the heat of her lips. “Don’t be silly, Nathan; we want you to join us,” she says.

My gaze bounces to Fox. “Then why do I sense hesitation? Do you not want the tree? ”

“It’s less about the tree for us and more about the game.” Morgan grins.

“Game?”

“That book you read—remember you asked about primal?”

I pinch my brow. I’d started to get into the book Morgan gave me, but I have not read the scene in full yet. “That has something to do with your Christmas tree?”

“Every year, Fox hunts me in the woods. I run, and when he inevitably catches me, he claims me for his prize. The tree that’s closest to us we cut down and decorate, a little reminder of the evening.”

“A trophy,” Fox says darkly.

I know I should be shocked by this information, but after last night, this seems tame. “That’s twisted,” I say anyway. “Jesus would be scandalized.”

Fox unleashes a sly smirk, and Morgan chuckles.

“Would I be chasing, too?” I ask, wondering how it all works.

Morgan’s hands flex on the back of my neck. “No.”

My skin tingles as I look up to meet Fox’s gaze. A sly grin is still planted on his lips, and he looks starved as if he’s imagining taking me, claiming me for his own.

Fuck . I can’t deny that my dick is painfully hard just thinking about it.

I love adrenaline, and the idea of Fox chasing me, pinning me to the cold ground, and taking me sends a shiver of both fear and desire through me. Even though I’ve never been with a man like that before, I know I want this—I need to experience it before I leave this cabin. And I want Fox to be my first. I want to fully surrender to everything Fox and Morgan are offering me.

My eyes remain on Fox as I run my hands down Morgan’s body until I’ve placed them over Fox’s. “Count me in.”

Fox lifts an eyebrow in challenge. “Are you sure, little wolf?”

I hold back a groan at how fucking good that nickname sounds on his lips, but I also feel my blood heat from the challenge and almost mocking tone in which he delivered it. He wants to rile me up, to see if I’ll change my mind and say no.

“Let’s see if you can catch me first, Foxie .”

Morgan chuckles, an “oh fuck” whispering under her breath as Fox’s nails dig into my hips almost painfully. “Go get ready, Morgan,” he barks. “And prepare Nathan for me, you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My hackles rise when Fox shoots me one final dark look, a look that says I’m in for it. Then he stalks off toward the mudroom, leaving me with a grinning Morgan.