“Yes, it’s okay to make love to you?”
She nodded, reaching down to stroke my cheek, so I unbuttoned her jeans and worked them and her silky panties down to her ankles and off. Then I kissed down her belly to the sweetest scented part of her at all. Her heat had her flushed, not just her cheeks but her whole body. Parting her nether lips, I stuck out the tip of my tongue and touched it to her clit. She shuddered so hard, I was afraid she’d fall off the table, but closing my hands over her hips, I held her in place while I licked and sucked and laved her pretty pussy until she threw her head back and jerked her lower body in an orgasm she didn’t need words to show me.
While she was still trembling, I stood and unzipped my own jeans and freed my cock, already so hard it had a red line from the fly. Sylvia locked her legs around my waist, not at all through despite her orgasm. Heat still gripped her, and I hoped that thecure for it was the same one as what would break the spell.
Her body took me in, tight and hot and welcoming. I wasn’t the first, but I was the last of the three of us, and as I drove in again and again, rising higher, closer to coming, I tried to slow down and give her as much pleasure as I was getting. Her writhing body and clinging arms and legs made it nearly impossible not to drive deeper, not to fight my tightening balls, and then, as her internal muscles rippled, cum poured from my body into hers and my knot swelled. I gathered her close seeing the two marks of my pack brothers on her throat and shoulder.
“May I mark you?”
She nodded.
“Something you have to know. It might break the spell. I can’t promise, but if you don’t want it broken or are afraid it might go sideways, I will stop.” It might kill me, but I would.
She tipped her head to the side, exposing unmarked skin to my fangs, and I struck. Biting deeperthan I meant and eliciting a gasp before I could correct it.
She was marked, mated to all three of us, what I’d hoped might break the spell, but when I looked at her in question, she shook her head no.
“It’s all right, my love. We’ll keep trying if you want us to, but you are perfect just as you are. I only wanted to try because I thought you wanted me to.” Pulling her close, I kissed her then enfolded her in my arms. “We’re so lucky to have you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sylvia
I had three mates.
Three mates I loved very much.
Three mates who looked at me like I hung the stars.
Three mates who could talk to my wolf in a way no other shifter had ever done before.
And yet, here I was—waking up in my bedroom on my brother’s packlands.
Again.
I’d spent nights over there in the past couple of months since we’d mated, many nights, but I hadn’t managed to go from being mated to fully immersing my life there. And with each day that passed, I felt guiltier and guiltier about it.
They deserved a mate who could be fully present, and, for some reason, I wasn’t able to quite let go. And I didn’t know why.
I was finishing up a painting of their three wolves, when my brother came out with a mug of what I guessed was coffee.
“Thought you might be thirsty,” he said, holding it out for me.
I brought it to my lips, took a small sip, and instantly regretted it.
I held it tightly, hoping it looked like I was savoring it, not that it had just made my stomach turn. My brother was great at many things, but coffee wasn’t one of them. At least I thought this was coffee. It might be really bad tea. It was hard to tell.
“I’m gonna be kind of bold here, sis.”
I nodded.
“Why are you here? And don’t tell me the view is pretty. The view in your painting is not even from here. I can see the goat in the background, and those are your mates. So your body may be here, but your mind isn’t.”
Dang, he was observant.
I handed him back the mug and fished out my phone, typing away.
I don’t know.
