My giggles seemed to get Briar’s attention, because he hissed as he whipped his head to the side to look at me. I just smirked at him and wiggled my eyebrows. “You heard him,” I said, giggling even more. “What the hell are you waiting for? Fuck our mate!”
Groaning, Briar’s head tipped back, and I could see the way my words affected him as I watched him shiver before thrusting into Leo hard. Maybe it was the hormones, or the filthy demands pouring from Leo’s lips, but Briar didn’t take his time; he just did as Leo asked and fucked him, the bed rattling as it hit the wall, rocking me so much I was glad I was lying down. The view, whoa, I could see every thrust, the rocking of their hips, the way Leo pressed back to get more, harder, refusing to let Briar be the only one to set the pace. The look on Leo’s face when he came, eyes screwed shut, mouth open wide as he groaned, was positively breathtaking. There was no pain or tension there when Briar bit him, only pleasure as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
We were mated.
Well and truly mated.
They didn’t have to be touching me for me to feel the connection; it was so soul-deep that I could feel it wrapping around my soul, binding me to them forever.
As I watched Briar lift Leo’s hair and rub his face against the back of his neck, hug him close, and snuggle him as they remained locked together, I just felt complete. All those years of dreaming were all paying off tonight. We had our mate. We had our forever. Could anything in the world ever be better than that?
Chapter 13
Briar
Waking to my hard cock pressed against the warm backside of one of my mates was the best feeling in the world, especially when he slid his leg up and invited me in. Unlike the days of wild rutting, I took him slowly this morning, half expecting Maverick to join in and try to ride Leo’s cock the way he had the night before, their desperate, needy moans a symphony in my ears. Only, his side of the bed was empty, just rumpled blankets where Maverick had passed out the night before, and vaguely, over the faint scent of sweetness still clinging to Leo’s skin, the last remnant of his heat, I could smell coconut and sugar.
Grazing my teeth along the back of Leo’s neck produced a shudder; lightly nipping at the claiming bite I’d left imbedded in his skin resulted in a wild cry and him rolling his hips, desperately chasing completion. I wasn’t about to leave him hanging and thrust into him harder, locking my arm across his chest and using my hold on him as leverage to pound into himuntil his pleas were garbled and he shook uncontrollably, right until I nipped him again.
His coming threw me over the edge, and I emptied into him with a roar so loud I heard snow rattle and slide off the top of the roof to land with a soft plop outside of our window. Sweaty and spent, I pressed my head to the back of his shoulder and listened to him pant. Time crept by as we lay there, sweat cooling on our bodies, sticking us together, not that I could muster the effort to get myself, let alone him, into the shower so I could clean us up.
“That was an even better way to wake up than the grumbly way you have of saying ‘good morning’,and you know how much I’ve come to look forward to that,” he murmured, trying and failing to sit up.
He flopped back with a groan, arm thrown over his eyes, nose scrunching, before he sniffed a couple times.
“It’s just Mav, baking,” I explained. “He probably woke up with a recipe he couldn’t get off his mind and didn’t want to wake us.”
“Next time I’m pinning him to the bed when I fall asleep so he can’t creep away. I’d have loved to have been the filling in a snow leopard sandwich this morning,” he said. “Whenever I’m inside of Maverick, it feels like he was built just for me.”
“Because he was; that’s how mates work,” I explained, scooching closer so I could rest my head on his shoulder and drape one arm across his body the way I knew he intended to do to Mav.
“D-does he only bottom?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Which means it’s a good thing you’re verse, because being stuffed with two cocks, the way we did to him the other night, has been a longstanding dream of his.”
“I’ve never felt anything as tight as his ass squeezing us together. Every time you moved I felt like I was going to die,every shudder, and I flew higher. I swear my soul left my body more than once while we had him pinned between us.”
“You weren’t the only one,” I grumbled.
I knew I needed to move and go turn the shower on so it would be warm by the time we shuffled beneath the spray, but damned if I had the energy yet. It was like he’d milked it all out of me, along with what cum was left in my body after the heavy mating session we’d had. I needed to check on Mav and make sure it was just a recipe that had sent him from our bed so early. Reaching out along our mental link wasn’t happening; I couldn’t focus enough to do more than sigh, let my eyes drift closed, and cling to Leo.
“Breakfast is served.”
Jerking, I twitched, blinking, confused, and struggling to process the words bouncing around in my head in a disorganized fashion. What order were we serving? Wait a minute, we didn’t serve the orders unless someone had called out sick. Even then, it was Mav who usually filled in at the counter because I tended to have resting bitch face anytime I was forced to leave my kitchen.
“Wake up, sleepyheads; you want to get this in you before it gets cold.”
I smelled cinnamon, brown sugar, maple, and melted butter and let my nose help me dial in my focus. A smiling Maverick stood at the foot of the bed, shaking his head at us, with a tray with two loaded plates of French toast, and ohhh, mmm. My inner cat scented meat, sausage to be exact. And they weren’t those store-bought breakfast patties either; we’d picked these up from the butcher around the corner from our cookie shop, along with the rest of our non-seafood meats.
I shook Leo gently, then not so gently after he batted at my hand and mumbled at me to let him sleep for the rest of the morning and maybe even the afternoon too.
“Can’t do that,” I murmured in his ear, kissing the shell of it and giving it a lick, expecting it to make him giggle like it had last night.
Instead, he groaned, swatted me with a pillow, then plopped it over his head, grumbling about how I was insatiable.
Chuckling, I pried up a corner of the pillow, enough to shove my face beneath it, so it wouldn’t muffle my words when I explained to him what was going on. “I’m not trying to fuck you; Maverick is trying to feed us. There are four slices of French toast and several sausage patties with your name on them, and you’re letting them get cold.”
“Food?” he murmured, finally starting to stir and remove the pillow from over his head.
