Axes & O’s

Epilogue

Fox

“Stop squirming, or we’re going to strap you down,” I bark.

“That won’t make me stop squirming.” Nathan waggles his eyebrows behind his blindfold. He’s currently on Morgan’s massage table, my wife bent over his arm as she works on his Christmas present.

“He’s not lying,” Morgan chuckles. “But seriously, stop squirming, or I’ll fuck it up.”

“Fine,” Nathan says through a clenched jaw. A jaw that’s been covered in dark scruff for almost a year now, making him look like a true man of the woods. Or a “lumbersnack” as Morgan likes to call him.

The term is ridiculous, and one she’d never dare call me, but Nathan’s face lights up every time she calls him by it, so the endearment has stuck. Especially since he moved up here this past summer to help with one of our reforestation efforts and be closer to his family—a family that has come to accept Morgan and me as their own.

It’s funny in a way. Nathan, once a man who claimed to hate being landlocked, the cold, and just about anything to do with a mountain town, has transformed into the outdoorsman he claims he “didn’t know he was meant to be.”

He also decided not to go back into marketing. Instead, he’s not only helped us with the physical aspect of our work but the business side of things. We’ve almost doubled our revenue in the past year and helped with reforestation efforts in the southern part of the state, something Morgan had always dreamed of doing.

“Quit thinking so loud,” Nathan says from the table, squeezing my hand he’s been holding.

“I’m not. And you can’t even see me. You’re blindfolded.”

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re thinking—ouch!” Nathan grunts.

My chest tightens at his words, but I chuckle. “You can take my hand on your ass, but you can’t take a little needle?”

Nathan yelps again. “She’s pushing harder than she has to.”

Morgan grins. “I am not. You’re just a baby.”

“You two suck.”

I dig my nails into Nathan’s free hand as a warning. “Careful, little wolf, or I’ll have her give you an entire back piece while my cock is buried so deep in that cute ass of yours, you’ll feel it in your throat.”

“That’s not a threat.”

Morgan cackles. “You’re asking for it, Nate. Don’t let him bait you. You know what happened the last time I fell for that.”

My gaze moves to Morgan’s, and my eyes narrow. “Naughty lambs get punished.”

Her eyes glimmer, and she shifts in her chair. I know her pussy just flooded thinking about that night. “I had bark burn for weeks,” she groans.

My cock twitches in my pants. “We could do a repeat, if you want. But this time, instead of you tied to a tree, it will be Nathan.”

“Hey! It’s freezing out.”

“You like being fucked in the snow,” I counter, thinking of our Christmas tradition last year. One we have yet to complete this Christmas, but we plan on doing so tonight.

“For brief periods of time,” he retorts. “Preferably after I’ve been running to heat up my blood. I’d rather not be tied up and fucked against one until I can’t remember my name. Though, I’m not opposed to being in a bed if you want to do it there.”

Morgan and I both shake our heads. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that this is the same man who tried to run out of the cabin after seeing Morgan and I fuck last year. Not only has he turned into a wolf, but he’s voracious. Morgan teased that we’ll need to buy stock in Viagra so I can keep up with him, a comment that got her a good edging session. Not that she complained.

I grip Nathan’s hand and lean down to run my nose over the shell of his ear. “Bad wolves don’t get beds. They sleep in the doghouse.”

Nathan shivers, and I watch in pleasure as his cock hardens beneath his pants.

“ Oooh , someone likes that idea.” Morgan smirks. “Maybe we should get him a cage.”

“A birthday present, maybe,” I purr against his ear. “I bet you’d look good with a collar and a leash.” Nathan licks his lips and squirms.

“You’re not helping here, baby,” Morgan chides. “Keep him still.”

I use both hands to pin down his arms, my lips hovering over his.

“I’ll agree to that,” Nathan says huskily after a moment. “Only if you let me use it on you, too.”

I chuckle darkly. “Never.”

Nathan grins, and I know that, under his blindfold, his eyes are smiling, too. “Never say never, Foxie. You loved being on your knees for me last New Year.”

I growl, gripping his biceps harder. “Says who?”

“Your cock.”

Morgan laughs like she can’t believe he just said that. But we both know this is just who Nathan is. He likes to push. He likes to play. He’s a wolf yet a puppy wrapped in one. And we love him for it. Even if it annoys me a lot of the time .

“I can’t believe that, out of all the people in the world, I got stuck with two switchy little brats,” I snipe.

A full-blown smile appears on Nathan’s lips. “You know you love us.”

My fingers flex on his biceps, and my features soften. I lean forward and press a short kiss to his lips. The rough hair of his beard scrapes against my lips, and I almost give in to him when he seeks more contact, but I pull back before we can go any further. “Needy,” I whisper.

“For you and Morgan”—he inhales—“always.”

“Alright, done!” Morgan chirps. She puts her tattoo gun down and rolls her chair back. “Sit him up slowly.”

I pull back and help Nathan sit up until his feet are planted on the floor. Once he’s situated, Morgan stands next to me, and she looks up at me with excitement but also nervousness. I grip her hand and gently kiss her forehead in reassurance.

“Can I take my blindfold off now?” Nathan asks.

“Yes,” Morgan says, her hand gripping mine tighter.

Nathan takes his right arm—the one that wasn’t tattooed—and pulls the black silk off. He blinks a few times, eyes adjusting to the light of the room before he looks down at his left hand. The fire crackles in the background, and music plays softly, only echoing Nathan’s silence as he stares wide-eyed at my wife’s work.

Morgan rocks on the balls of her toes, growing more nervous the longer he doesn’t speak. Eventually, his brown eyes look up at us, glassy and shimmering in the light. “You—you both—you want…?”

My gaze meets Morgan’s, tears now in her eyes as we both get down on our knees and kneel in front of Nathan. His eyes turn into saucers as I take his newly tattooed hand in mine. Morgan not only inked the word OURS over four of his fingers, but she’s created a woodland scene cuffing his wrist and just up his forearm. She’s incorporated a fox, a wolf, and a lamb into the scene, much like the painting in the guest room .

But none of that is what he’s referring to. It’s a thin line around his ring finger, one that matches a newly inked one Morgan put on mine earlier today while Nathan was visiting his family in town and one that I inked on Morgan right after.

“If you’ll have us,” I say clearly. “We love you, and we want you to be a part of our family. Officially.”

His mouth parts as we stare into each other’s eyes. A wordless conversation passes between us, one that promises a life full of joy, acceptance, love, and maybe even a baby someday if the three of us decide that’s the route we want to take.

Morgan grabs his right hand, and he focuses on her, that same silent conversation passing through their eyes. The love and devotion they have for each other is so palpable, it makes my chest tighten and my skin heat. “Marry us, Wolfie,” she says with conviction.

Nathan’s lip twitches at the nickname, then he looks down at the matching tattoo rings on our hands before wiggling his ring finger.

“A little presumptuous, don’t you think?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“I can change it to something else if you want.” Morgan smirks, jumping up and moving as if she’s going back for the tattoo gun.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Nathan reaches for her, tugging her close. “Yes, I’ll marry both of you.” He looks down at me still on my knees, and a coy grin slides onto his lips. “I told you that you loved to be on your knees for me.”

“That does it.” I stand with them, broadening my shoulders and darkening my gaze. “Wrap his tattoo, Morgan.”

My wife turns to me, startled. But then she sees the look on my face and chuckles, quickly wrapping up his new artwork. “Hope you’ve been getting your cardio in, Wolfie,” she says as she finishes up.

Nathan meets my eyes and smirks. “An hour a day. ”

I take Morgan’s hand in mine and kiss the back of it. “Think our soon-to-be husband stands a chance?”

She taps her chin thoughtfully, eyes happy and smiling. “No.”

“Hey!” Nathan shouts. “Aren’t you supposed to be a supportive wife and all that stuff?”

She shrugs. “Not married yet, just engaged.”

He shakes his head at her, and I grip the back of his neck, turning his focus on me. “You have ten minutes, little wolf.” I smile.

His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. “I’m not wearing the proper clothes.”

“Then I suggest you hurry.”

Nathan’s eyes dart between us, and then he scrambles off the table toward the mudroom. Morgan giggles as she watches him, and I grab her neck.

Her eyes widen, and I lean in until my lips brush her ear. “You, too, Wife.”

“What?”

“I’ve got two to catch tonight.”

“But—”

“Run, little lamb. Run as fast as you can.”