Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Her body tightens around me, muscles fluttering as she spirals, and her voice breaks like glass. Her orgasm crests fast, wild and unrestrained, pulsing against my cock in waves so fierce I almost lose control.
My knot flares and swells, but I resist the biting urge to shove it into her and fuse us together.
I growl, deep, low, and broken, and thrust harder, once, to feel her almost clasp around the bulb at the root of my cock that she’ll only take when she’s been claimed.
I’m shaking.
My hands find hers, fingers laced as I pin them to the couch, my chest curved over her trembling spine.
How did I live without this? How did I go each day without her scent to breathe, and her laughter to hear, and her body to taste, and her pussy to fuck? How did we wait so long?
“Oh. Fuck. Yeah,” I growl, beast rising. “Fucking take it like a good. Fucking. Girl.”
Scarlet whimpers and her pussy clamps rhythmically.
And then instinct hits.
Fangs.
They drop without warning. My mouth finds the nape of her neck, her soft, exposed skin, the sacred place where the claim is made. I pant into it, trembling. She doesn’t flinch away but moans and leans into me like she wants it. More than that. Like she craves to be marked with every atom of her being.
My wolf is frenzied.
I could do it. Right now. Bite. Knot. Fill her with pups and fate and forever. She’d be mine. Ours. No doubt. No distance.
Across the room, Reed sits forward. His face open and awestruck, it tightens into something sharper.
He knows.
I meet his eyes, teeth grazing her skin, and he shakes his head.
Not like this.
I breathe harder, my jaw aching. My whole body’s trembling with the strain of holding back what my wolf has wanted from the moment I scented her and our eyes met.
But Reed’s right.
We said there could be another way.
I said there could be another way.
My fangs retract slowly, aching with the loss, and instead of biting, I press a kiss to the spot I almost scarred. A kiss full of promise, loaded with everything I will give her when she begs me for it.
And then I come.
Pleasure swells through me, and I jerk inside her with a cry I can’t swallow. My forehead drops to her shoulder again as my body convulses. My cock pulses as I jerk back, releasing over the rug and the panties still loose around her knees, clutching my knot in case she turns her head.
Curved over her sweet, spent body, I’m huge and dangerous, but I have reins on my feral side that most other wolves would never think to cultivate.
“I’ll wait,” I mouth against her skin. “Until you want it.”
Because I could claim her now.
I could make her ours forever.
But what I really want is for her to beg for us.
18
SCARLET
I’m floating, completely undone, almost naked on the rug where my world dissolved into theirs, and nothing’s quite real anymore.
Nixon’s lips trace lazy kisses along the curve of my spine, lingering at my waist before drifting lower. He presses his mouth to the place where we were joined, lapping at the slickness, marking me as his animalistically. His scent of winter breeze, earth, and forest surrounds me like a protective shield. It fills my lungs.
Finn’s fingers drift across my shoulder, sliding slowly and teasing until they find my nipples, one then the other, coaxing them into tight peaks that bloom under his touch. His fingertips are soft but confident, like he’s inside my mind and knows exactly what will make me stir.
Reed, ever the smiler, is enthralled by my hair, threading his fingers through the red strands over and over, like he’s memorizing its texture.
It’s quiet, except for the hum of our breathing and the faint creak of shifting weight. The silence is a weighted blanket pressing gently against my skin.
I need them to speak. I need words.
I need to know who I am now that I’m with them.
My mother’s voice rises in my mind: What would people say? Who are you, letting three men touch you, taste you, fuck you… Watch you? It finishes with the huff of disapproval. You should know better.
I almost pull away, but their touches anchor me now rather than unravel me. I sink into the pleasure and the gravity of their bodies around me, and I let them pet me.
Nixon’s hand curls around my waist, lifting me gently, his intention clear. I don’t even need to stand. I follow the gentle current of his strength until I’m boneless and wrapped in his arms, flanked by his brothers. We bypass my bedroom and end up in a grand room across the hall, which is large and quiet, with a bed big enough for all of us.
He sets me at the center of the mattress as if laying out the world at his feet, eyes never leaving mine. Finn and Reed settle on either side of me, creating a cradle of warm flesh and the promise of comfort. Each one presses kisses to my shoulders, my hips, the crease of my thighs.