Bran chuckled. “Then we’re both mistresses.”
Caleb looked up, confused.
“The Pack house is mine. It’s been in my family for generations, but the money, that is all Kate. It’s another reason that her old Alpha wanted to mate with her. To gain access to the trust fund her parents had left for her. We will just have to find a way to live with being kept men.” Bran sighed dramatically. He then peeked over at Caleb, was staring at him with his mouth open.
“No wonder she would roll her eyes every time I told you not to let her spend too much.” Caleb groaned.
“She doesn’t make a big deal out of it and not a lot of people know. She likes the idea that she’s running up my credit card. It makes her happy and I learned just to roll with it,” Bran said.
“She hardly ever buys anything for herself,” Caleb said, realizing exactly how selfless his mate was.
“She loves to shop, but only for others. If it weren’t for Rian, she would probably still be running around in the black sweatpants she commandeered from my closet the first day she was here. She simply doesn’t care about herself that way.” Bran rubbed his chin.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing Fate paired her with two men who will spoil her rotten,” Caleb said, putting the foil-wrapped potatoes in with the meatloaf.
“I have to admit, at first, I thought Fate had messed up this mating, but looking at everything that has happened, we really did need each other,” Bran surmised quietly.
A throat cleared behind them.
“Um, sir… Kate asked me to tell your presence, both of you, has been requested in the master bedroom,” Riley said, turning pink.
Bran looked at Caleb and both of them broke into a run, dashing past Riley, who had began to laugh. They ran past the dining room.
“You better treat that girl right,” Bran heard Beverly say as they sprinted by.
“Go get her, Alpha!” was one of the catcalls he heard as they jockeyed their way up the stairs. They turned the corner and headed down the hallway to see Rian walking toward them. They side-stepped the man.
“You two so owe me,” Rian said, continuing his way downstairs.
They both hit the door at the same time and burst into the bedroom.
Both men skidded to a stop and stood staring at the scene in front of them. Kate had turned the lights down and lit candles all over the room. There was a lingering scent of vanilla and jasmine in the air from the candles. Kate lay in the middle of their bed, which was now covered in satin sheets, reclining back on her elbows. Her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders in waves and she wore a delicate emerald-green nightie. The top was an intricate mix of green satin and ivory ribbons and the bottom was high-cut shorts that showed off her long legs to perfection.
Bran quickly shut the door behind them and locked it, not wanting anything to interrupt this time that Kate had set aside. Both men stepped forward, reaching for their shirt hems. She smiled at them and wagged her finger at them and then pouted.
“Won’t you strip for me?” she asked, smiling shyly and playing the innocent role to the hilt. Both men froze then looked at each other and smiled.
Caleb pulled his shirt over his head, stretching and exposing his perfect six-pack and broad chest. He dropped his shirt before reaching for his jeans. He popped the button and eased the zipper down. He looked up at her through his bangs and winked before sliding his jeans down to reveal his straining prick reaching for his belly button. He stepped out of his jeans and stood there for her perusal.
Bran slipped one shirt button out of the button hole then another. He flexed his shoulders as he slid his shirt off and draped it over the chair taking his time. His long fingers went to the top of his trousers and he unhooked the fasteners and the fabric fell away to reveal a pair of silk boxers. He kicked off the pants and lazily folded them before setting them on the chair. He pressed the silk fabric against his bulging cock to show an impressive outline. Kate licked her lips. He dropped the boxers and stood beside Caleb, waiting for orders from his gorgeous mate.
Kate rose to her knees and hopped off the bed. She walked over to her mates, taking the time to run her hands over the defined muscles of their chests before trailing her fingers downward to caress the muscles of their abdomens. Bran inhaled quickly and Caleb widened his stance. She moved her hands to her own chest and ran her hands down her breasts, plucking her hardened nipples and making them strain against the thin satin. Both men began a low growl.
She gracefully went to her knees and took one hardened prick in each hand. Slowly, she squeezed and ran her thumbs over the slits and their growls increased.
“That’s it, baby, take what you want,” Bran said, pushing his hips forward and sliding his heavy cock between her fingers.