“It should be you, Falcon. She bonded with you first.”
I turn in and kiss her shoulder. “Falcon won’t be able to mark you while he claims you, but I can, if it’s what you want.”
She looks at me, and then at him.
I don’t think she knows what she wants.
“I want you both,” she admits. “I don’t care how it happens.”
Okay, I guess she does know.
I look at Falcon.
“Claim our new mate.”
We remove our hands from her sweet pussy.
She looks up at Falcon as he settles between her open legs.
“I don’t know if this might hurt,” he admits. “I’ll go slow, and you’ll have to tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I’ll be honest,” she murmurs.
He rubs the tip of his cock against her.
She’s so wet she looks like she’s covered in Harper’s juices.
Hers don’t have the same strong scent, but they’re just as tempting as his.
“Tell me if you want me to mark you,” I murmur. “It’ll hurt for a second, but it’ll feel really good after.”
She smiles at me. “I will.”
I lean in and kiss her.
Then, Falcon pushes his big, fat cock inside her, and she lets out a gasp that’s part shock, part pleasure. I know the sound. I’ve made it myself.
He pauses, buried halfway inside. “Does it hurt?”
She looks up at him and reaches out to clasp the side of his ass cheeks.
“More,” she demands, hungry tone making my cock throb.
“You heard her,” I tell him. “Give her more.”
Chapter Eighty-Nine
Robin
There’s a slight ache under the intense pleasure as Falcon gives me every inch of his length. He’s thick enough to make my legs shake as he enters me, too. I’m breathless when he stops pushing and admits I’ve got all of him.
“Feels pretty fucking incredible, doesn’t it?” Shayne asks.
I can barely think, so talking is out of the question.
I moan instead, lifting my head to move my hair to the side and let Shayne have room to mark my throat. I move a hand to stroke my throat as I gaze pleadingly back at my movie star handsome mate.
He smiles as he realizes I’m asking for his mark.
