Chapter 276

Jordan set the [Capture Core] atop the dresser she’d pulled it from.

“Just wondering if you wanted to help me take care of something, real quick,” Jordan said, grinning at the wolfgirl.

Orange eyes blinked as they turned, again, from Jordan to Natalie, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, skirt straining upward from her erection.

Malice seemed briefly confused.

“If it’s fucking or fighting,” she said after a second, shrugging once as if she didn’t care which. “I’m always ready.” There wasn’t an ounce of irony in her voice.

Even Natalie couldn’t help but snort at that, despite her current order to keep quiet. Jordan eyed her, which Natalie replied with an apologetic raise of her hands.

“It’s one of those two,” Jordan replied to the wolfgirl amusedly. “Our dear team leader is a bit worked up, and it’s up to us to solve that problem.”

Malice considered. Her eyes hesitated on Natalie a second time before returning to Jordan.

“Why are you leading?” she asked bluntly.

Like usual, she went straight for the heart of the matter. Malice wasn’t a complicated girl, not in the slightest. Not when it came to this sort of thing.

“Is that so weird?” Jordan asked.

“The Pack-Leader usually leads,” Malice said. “It’s in the name.”

Natalie was, honestly, kind of interested in how Malice would react to the scenario Jordan wanted. Malice had a primitive sort of view on authority, and in their last interaction made it a point that Natalie needed to ‘step up’ and make it clear who belonged to who. Maybe it was something biological, part of being a dungeon monster: Malice valued hierarchy. So would Jordan’s play at being the dominant one be something Malice was even compatible with?

Jordan faltered briefly, and Malice solved her own confusion.

“She’s deferring to her mate,” Malice said in sudden understanding. “That’s fine, I suppose.”

“Deferring?” Jordan challenged. “It’s not deferring. I’m in charge, right now, by my own volition.”

Malice eyed her. “She’s submitted to you under her own terms,” she disagreed plainly.

Jordan crossed her arms. “I made her submit. By force of personality.”

“You’re saying if she were to stand up and push you over, she couldn’t have you mewling in seconds?” Malice asked.

Jordan paused, then glanced at Natalie—blushing as she did.

Natalie’s cock jumped.

“You’re ruining the act I’m trying to put on,” Jordan told Malice dryly.

Malice blinked.

Then, she grinned.

“The Pack-Leader, at our mercy,” she mused in agreement. “How pathetic of her.”

“Completely at our command,” Jordan said. “Pliable, eager, and fuckable. Our toy for tonight.”

“Am I still not allowed to talk?” Natalie asked.

Jordan gave her a disapproving look.

She promptly shut back up, though couldn’t quite keep the grin off her lips.

Jordan eyed her a second longer, then faced back to Malice. “You know,” she said, walking up to her—to which orange eyes blinked in surprise. “I haven’t actually gotten to know you all that well,” she said, settling her hands on Malice’s hips. “Natalie’s been monopolizing your time.”

“The Pack-Leader is possessive,” Malice said. “And I am hers. I have no complaints about this.”

As Jordan pressed herself into Malice, their breasts pushing together in a way that had Natalie’s breath catching, the wolfgirl amended:

“And I belong to her mate as well, by consequence.”

“Mate,” Jordan said. “Why do you keep using that word?”

Malice turned a dubious look between Natalie and Jordan, even despite her being obviously distracted by Jordan’s proximity. She opened her mouth to reply, but Jordan seemed to rethink whether she actually wanted an answer to that question. She barreled forward with a different topic: