Gabe frowned at his computer in the security room, a little angry at it. He had been going through the files Keith had left with them, and it pissed him off.

The SSTF had figured it out, but their dumb policy of neutrality had meant they hadn’t done anything about it.

“Gabe?” Troy called out, opening the door. “You okay in here? You’re upset.”

“How was Denver with Brenton?” Gabe asked quickly, deflecting for a moment.

“No good,” Troy groaned. "You know a lot of people are fucking with us right now?”

“I’m getting the picture,” Gabe growled. “That bank account I was given? Along with all the other crap?”

“Yeah?” Troy closed them in and sat down in an extra chair.

“It’s paying different shifters all over the world—ones we know. I’ve already found all of the contractors that broke rank on the diner,” Gabe groaned. “And Jonathan Slater, Cameron’s boy. You know the one, he’s our age, maybe a little older.”

“Look for anyone connected to these companies,” Troy sighed, dropping the files in front of him.

Gabe flipped through the papers and sighed. Yeah. He knew these names. He knew these companies and shell companies and accounts. He’d been staring at them for a week, wondering what piece he was missing.

“This account is being used to bribe people to break from us,” Gabe whispered. “I fucking hate the SSTF.”

“You think they put it all together, then walked away,” Troy said quietly, under his breath.

“I know they did,” Gabe hissed. “And Riley told us what Keith said. Six months. They are giving it six months before we…”

“He said disbanded, but what he meant was dead,” Troy said, his expression dark. “He straight up told her that he and all the people he works with think we’ll be dead in six months.”

“How did this fucking happen?” Gabe growled, shoving papers off his desk. “When did we lose it? When did we lose our reputation? Are we going to start meeting people who want to have a drink only to drop from poison an hour later? How did we come back to this?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know Gabe.” Troy shrugged. “But Andrew has ideas. Tell me, who doesn’t connect with the business files? Let’s start putting this together. And start tracing that bank account back to its owner.”

“I’ve been digging for the owner since I got it. It’s easier to see where the money is going, but it’s getting to be a pain in my ass to find out where it’s coming from,” Gabe sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “The first payout was in May. To the hospital that kept our records.”

“Fuck,” Troy mumbled. “Serious? That’s how far back this goes?”

“Yeah,” Gabe groaned. “After that? A ton of different people, human and shifter alike.” Gabe pointed at a list. He’d already been working on a timeline. “All the way up until the hunters began attacking us. Then it stops. Takes a long break, until recently. They don’t know we have it yet, but I don’t think that will last long.”

“Gabe, someone orchestrated… all of this. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Troy sounded a bit sick.

“Yes,” Gabe bit out, “and those files from Brenton prove that the same person from before the hunters, the person who outed us, is still fucking with it. And there was a substantial payment to Jonathan Slater in August. I’m still not sure what that one means or what it leads to.”

“They tried to kill us,” Troy whispered. “Gabe, this can’t be about the annoying shit. This person or group tried to kill us. Now, they are just playing with us. Why?”

“Because they can,” Gabe mumbled. “Because to them, this is a game.”

They sat in silence for a minute, and Troy just rubbed his face. Gabe glared at his computer and bared his teeth.

Years of drugs, death, bodies, and games. And here they were, back in it, on defense. Again.

“I’m losing patience for this,” Gabe growled. “I am out of patience for this. I’m tired of spending my days looking out for who may kill us, who wants to fuck with us. Dissecting lives, looking for secrets and blackmail.”

“I know,” Troy said, standing up. “Riley promised I could bother the shit out of her after I got back from Denver, before Brenton gets a chance to. Want to come?”

“I’ll leave this on Brenton’s desk for him then head up,” Gabe sighed. He began printing several items out. Brenton, Andrew, and Zachary could use all of this to make a more concrete game plan. While they did that, he was going to curl up with his love and enjoy some time with her.

“Alright,” Troy chuckled, patting Gabe’s shoulder. “Take your time.”

With a wink, Troy was gone, and Gabe waited for things to finish. The paper wasn’t cool, and he was out of the room with it.

He didn’t knock, pushing his way into Brenton’s office. Brenton just looked up and took his feet off his desk with a frown.

“Yeah?”

“This is all a game,” Gabe told him quickly. “The SSTF gives us six months? They might be right.”

“Excuse me?” Brenton growled. “Explain.”

Gabe ran through it, pointing out the bank account, the connections in the businesses. The hunters, the timeline, where the money was going. And how he hadn’t found where it was coming from yet.

“It’ll take time for me to drag out the mastermind,” Gabe sighed. “It’s running, all set up. It could lead me to one person, or it could lead me to a dozen; I don’t know.”

“You did well,” Brenton whispered. “Thank you.”

“No problem. This is my job,” Gabe mumbled with a shrug.

“It wasn’t supposed to be,” Brenton sighed, sad for a moment. “Coming back here… it wasn’t supposed to be.”

“We’ve changed,” Gabe said quietly. “You, Zachary, Andrew, Troy and me. We’re different. Remember Cameron?”

“Who doesn’t?” Brenton growled, furrowing his brow and giving Gabe a dangerous look.

“Three years ago, we wouldn’t have blackmailed him,” Gabe hissed. “We would have walked into his home and fucking killed him for hurting a Pride member. We came back here, and we thought he was a one-off. A random mad man bent on revenge against a woman, and Riley was just his way of getting to her.” Gabe gave a frustrated sound. “I can’t be the only person who thinks that maybe…. Maybe the chatter is right. Maybe the perception problem isn’t just perception.”

“We are not weak,” Brenton snarled.

“No,” Gabe sighed. “We aren’t weak. But we are getting soft.”

“Get out, and go play with your brother,” Brenton growled. Gabe turned and began to walk out, knowing he’d just pushed Brenton too far. They were close, but Brenton was still a Kingson Alpha. “Wait.”

Gabe stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“I will think on what you said,” Brenton whispered. “You are not the only one… you are not the only one who has said it.”

“That’s all I hoped for,” Gabe said with a weak smile. “I only said it because-”

“I know. Go, brother, have a good time. You have until dinner, then she is mine.” Brenton was able to crack a smile at that last part. Gabe’s smile got a little stronger as he left.

He hauled ass up the stairs and grinned fully when he realized Riley’s door wasn’t locked. Entering, he locked it behind him and watched the scene in front of him.

Troy was on his knees to the right of Riley, waiting patiently as she painted. She wasn’t wearing anything except some thigh high, sheer, stockings. Wasn’t that a fucking sight?

Gabe even noticed, just for a second, that Troy was already nude.

“Troy tried to interrupt me, and I need to finish this painting,” Riley said with a trace of humor. “You can join him, and once I’m done, we’ll hang out.”

Was that the hottest thing Gabe had heard in his entire life? Yeah, it sure as fuck was. He chuckled and began pulling off his clothes. Once he was in just his boxer briefs, he walked closer to her, and she watched him.

“What if I didn’t want to wait?” he growled softly, and she growled back. She didn’t just growl, she looked over at him and bared her teeth.

“Don’t interrupt me, Gabe,” she rasped with a bite. “I am really behind.”

“Tell me,” he purred, “is that paint non-toxic?”

“Of course,” Riley scoffed. He waited and watched the wheels turn. He knew the paint was non-toxic because Star lived in here, for the most part. And they could afford it, so why not shell out for the best? “Go wait, Gabe.”

“Of course, gorgeous,” he chuckled, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pulling down his boxer briefs while she watched. She licked her lips with a small smile.

“I’m almost done,” she whispered. Gabe heard Troy growl softly.

“How long have you been here?” Gabe asked with a chuckle, kneeling next to his brother. He noted the long swipe of blue paint down his brother’s chest.

“Only about a minute,” Troy moaned. “But look at her. She did that after I got here.”

“That’s just mean, gorgeous,” Gabe laughed, letting his eyes slide up and down their girl. Those stockings were something else.

“Hmmm,” Riley just smiled as she continued painting.

“I think she’s been listening to Brenton too much,” Troy whispered.

“I like it,” Gabe mumbled with a smile.

“Me too,” Troy chuckled. Gabe could tell.

“Now,” Riley began with a devious smile, “this is done and can dry. But I seem to have two extra canvases sitting around.” Gabe watched her put the painting away on her canvas rack and look back at them. “Some of my work is already there,” she purred, walking closer. Her hand touched Troy’s chest but not the paint stroke. They had matching tattoos now that she had designed. “Should I add more?”

Gabe purred as she touched his back and he leaned back into her legs. She was circling them.

“I think I should,” she purred back.

“Can we paint with you?” Troy asked, his voice a little rough.

“Sure,” she whispered. Troy was up first, and Gabe followed him. She laughed as Troy took some paint off his own chest smear it on the underside of one of her breasts. Gabe grabbed a lovely green color he thought looked like his eyes and squirted some into his hand. Screw a brush.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his chest as Troy kissed her. He liked the look of the green paint where he touched her. Blue was being left by wherever Troy touched, as well.

“What color do you want us to wear?” Gabe growled in her ear.

“Red,” she gasped as Troy traveled downwards, kissing her breasts then her stomach. “Give me red.”

He grabbed a candy apple looking color and she held out her hands for him to squirt some. He tossed the bottle back onto her table and began kissing her neck as she moaned. Troy was now between her legs, and Gabe saw her red hands leaving streaks on his shoulders and through his hair.

“More,” she hissed, and Gabe just growled, biting down on her shoulder as Troy sent her to an orgasm.

“Pretty Girl,” Troy growled. “I’ve found a problem with this idea.”

“What?” Gabe groaned, massaging her chest, mixing the green and blue together. Her nipples were so perky that he was betting they were incredibly sensitive. He flicked a finger over one of them and relished the sound Riley made. He rolled it between his index finger and thumb, purring.

“We can’t use our hands on the good parts,” Troy groaned.

Gabe thought about that for a moment and looked down at his dick. Sure enough, he’d somehow gotten paint on it already. He’d almost been hoping it was still clean, and he just wouldn’t use his hands.

“Looks like we need to go shower then,” Gabe chuckled, nibbling on Riley’s earlobe.

“Showering with you two never ends up being just cleaning ourselves,” Riley laughed.

“Does it with any of us?” Troy teased, standing back up. They had Riley standing between them, and that was exactly where they always wanted her.

“As a matter of fact, yes, sometimes I do get to take a regular shower with one of you. Just never you two,” Riley snorted as she said it. Gabe just grunted with a shrug, picked her up, and carried her toward the bathroom.

“Take my stockings off!” Riley yelled, kicking her legs. Gabe dumped her on the counter and grinned. Troy was right behind him and together, they each rolled a stocking off her, kissing the skin they revealed. Troy claimed her mouth as Gabe threw the stockings out of the bathroom.

He got the water running next, and when it was the temperature he knew she liked, he waved Troy to bring her in.

“You both spoil me,” she whispered as Troy carried her into the hot water. She leaned into Gabe once on her feet, and Troy gave a moan. Gabe nearly laughed at the fact that Riley had pushed her ass into his brother.

“We like spoiling you,” Gabe growled in her ear, using a washcloth to start working the paint off her. While he worked on her front, Troy did her back. They were a good team, and this was a ritual now. Showering with Riley was becoming one of their favorite things to do.

They moved slowly. Gabe spent a long time making sure every small speck of paint was off her. He marveled at her ink, letting his thumb trace some of the lines of her chest piece. He dipped his other hand lower, now clean and slid it between her legs. He purred at the moan she released when he gently touched her clit. He heard a louder moan and looked at Troy. He had wild, red hair thanks to the paint and water. His brother had probably gone straight for her ass, though, ignoring that he also needed to finish getting cleaned off.

“Troy, clean your hair,” Gabe chuckled, sliding a finger deep into her. She gasped, and he guided one of her hands to his shoulder. She took the hint and wrapped her arms around his neck as he fingered her while Troy cleaned himself off. “Tell me what you want,” Gabe groaned in her ear. “Tell us, gorgeous.”

“I want to ride you,” she moaned, and he felt his knees go a little weak. Yeah, he could make that happen.

“You want to be in charge?” Troy whispered, now rinsed of the red. “You want to use us? Lay us on our back while you take your fill?” Shit, Gabe thought. That sounded even better.

“Yes,” she gasped as Gabe pull his finger out. “Gabe.”

“Let’s go,” he growled, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, a practiced move. She did it for all of them, knowing they very nearly felt her feet shouldn’t touch the ground.

Gabe didn’t bother with drying off, just carried her back to her bed. He sat down so she stayed on his lap and smiled at her.

“Have your way with me,” he growled to her.

“I will,” she growled back, pushing him down. Gabe felt the wind nearly get knocked out of him as he hit the bed. Troy mumbled something, but Gabe couldn’t tell what it was as Riley lowered herself onto him with a sound of pleasure that made his dick twitch inside her.

“Just take it, Riley,” Troy whispered as she began to move. Troy was on his knees next to her and Gabe watched them making out as she rode him. “Take what you want from him.”

Gabe groaned and thrust upward, making her gasp. He grinned until she pulled completely off him.

“Gorgeous, no, I’m sorry,” he moaned, wanting her to get back on.

“Hold on,” she chuckled. “I know what I’m doing.”

He held his breath as she turned around and slid back on him. Fuck. Now he had the best view of her ass he’d ever seen.

“Bounce on him,” Troy whispered, with a devious grin at Gabe. Gabe raised a hand and flipped off his brother. He could barely hold it together as it was. From the position, to the view, he was on edge.

“Be quiet,” Riley moaned, pulling Troy in for a kiss. Gabe reached and grabbed her hips, hoping to get her moving before he finished without her. She began to slide up and down him, slow and torturous.

“Oh, fuck, Riley,” he groaned. “Please, don’t do this to me.”

She ignored him, kissing his brother as she wrapped a hand around Troy’s cock, stroking it faster than what Gabe was getting. That just wasn’t fair. The amount of restraint she had was murdering him. And it was probably what she wanted.

He was enchanted by the sight of her moving on his cock, and he hissed as he felt her tighten those muscles. After a few minutes of that, Gabe braced himself on his elbows and bucked his hips up underneath her again, making her fall into Troy’s chest.

“How’s that?” Gabe growled softly, watching as her heated eyes looked back at him.

“Do it again,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip.

He did as he was told, laying back down and grabbing her hips. He began to meet her slow ride with his own thrusts as Troy wrapped a hand in her hair.

“What do I get?” Troy asked, as she made those sexy whimpers they all loved so much.

“I want to suck you,” she moaned, and Troy groaned, pushing her down.

Gabe nearly lost it at that. He pulled out of her and moved to get better leverage on her. He also just needed a break. She wasn’t ready to cum, and damnit, he wasn’t going to finish first.

While Troy thrust slowly into her mouth, Gabe licked her slit, and dove in with a tongue. He slid a finger into her backdoor and began to pump it in and out, listening to her moan on Troy’s dick.

Finally, he got her to the edge, and Troy pulled out of her mouth, so she could scream.

“Troy, get on your back,” she panted. Gabe admired that she still was ordering them around, even as they tried their best to make it too hard for her to think. Gabe backed off while she climbed onto Troy and slid down on him. Then she looked at him.

“You know how much I loved that thing we did in Denver?” She asked with a saucy smile. “I want to do it again.”

“Where’s the lube?” Gabe asked, rubbing her ass slowly.

“My bedside table, bottom drawer,” she whispered, kissing him as she began riding Troy.

“Fuck me,” Troy groaned. “Here we go again.”

“I love this,” Gabe chuckled, grabbing the lube as fast as he could.

“Me too,” Riley moaned, as Troy pulled her down to kiss him. Gabe got behind her and lubed himself up and then her, sliding two fingers in to make sure she was ready. She gasped into Troy’s mouth and Gabe knew it was time.

He slid his fingers out and slowly pushed his dick in, groaning as Riley’s scream pierced the air. Troy pulled her lips back to his, holding her until Gabe was all the way in.

After that, there was no mercy. Gabe held her hips as he and Troy pounded into her. Troy kept a hand tangled in her hair, continuing to kiss her to muffle the noises she made. It was rough, and when Troy let her hair go, Gabe grabbed it, pulling her head back.

“Oh, God!” She screamed. “Oh, God! Yes!”

“Is this what our girl wanted?” Gabe growled, keeping the pace relentless. Her answer was just another scream to God. He and Troy were completely in sync, sliding in and out of her simultaneously.

Then he felt that shiver, that beginning of her orgasm that he wanted so much. He also began to feel her pushing back onto them in time with their thrusts. It was ecstasy, it was passion, it was madness. She was their queen, and Gabe only wanted her to know that as he and Troy drove her onward.

Scratch that. She was their goddess, he told himself as he felt her muscles quiver and tighten on him. Troy’s growl was something Gabe could understand all too well as he groaned at the sensation. Her climax was holding them tight, and Gabe’s thrusts became shorter and more erratic as he got closer to cumming.

“Oh fuck, Riley,” he groaned, shoving deep inside her and holding on until he began to cum. It felt endless. “Oh fuck, gorgeous.”

“Christ all-mighty,” Troy groaned, panting hard. Gabe saw his brother was drenched in sweat. Gabe was too. So was Riley.

“Oh my God,” Riley gasped as Gabe slowly pulled out of her. He helped her off Troy, who couldn’t seem to move at all. He laid her down next to Troy and settled on her other side. “That wasn’t what I had planned at the beginning of this whole thing.”

“I bet it wasn’t,” Gabe chuckled, kissing her shoulder as he nuzzled into her side. He ran a hand over the smooth skin of her stomach and hips. She was stunning, even sweaty, wet, and disheveled. Like a Goddess. Gabe wondered if she ever had a moment where she wouldn’t look perfect to him. He didn’t think so. He would remain a devout, reverent lover for as long as she would have him. Looking at Troy, who only had eyes for her in that moment, he realized his brother was also lost in her glory.

“I love you both,” she murmured, closing her eyes. Gabe took a soft bite of her ear lobe as Troy answered.

“We love you, too,” he whispered, kissing her.