“Already?” he murmurs.
“It does hurt, doesn’t it?” Falcon asks.
I shake my head and grope his ass again with the hand I’m still holding on with.
I rock, trying to get him to thrust.
He seems too worried about hurting me.
I sigh, and Shayne kisses my throat.
He uses a hand on my breasts as his teeth scrape along my neck.
Shivering, I gaze back at Falcon.
“More,” I whisper. “Please …”
His cock starts to swell inside me, and the feeling is enough to push me to the edge of another climax. Then, Shayne sinks his fangs into my throat, and the combined sensations send me sailing way over the edge, crying out in intense pleasure as one mate claims me and the other marks me.
I’m Pack Falcone now, and I have no regrets.
Falcon starts to thrust lightly as my body clenches around his huge, swollen cock.
I hadn’t been sure that a Beta could take a knot, but now I’ve confirmed I can, and it’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had.
If Falcon wants to slow fuck me all night, I’m more than willing.
Chapter Ninety
Falcon
Claiming Robin doesn’t feel real. It’s like I’m dreaming. Like I didn’t wake up to her kissing her way down my back. That she didn’t suck my cock until I came in her mouth. And she didn’t make it clear that she wanted us both to claim and mark her.
None of that can really be happening.
It’s too fucking perfect.
She is.
I wish I could kiss her while I’m fucking her, but it’s physically impossible.
I guess if this were a dream that wouldn’t be a problem.
This is real, like she is.
She’s mine now.
Shayne’s too.
Watching him mark her while my knot fills her tight pussy was the hottest thing I’ve witnessed in a very long time. It’s almostlike I’m claiming him back tonight while I’m claiming her. It’s been a long fucking time since we did anything more than kiss.
And now we get to claim our new mate together.
I don’t see how tonight could get any better.
Unless Jay and Harper were here.
She hasn’t even met them and she’s all good with claiming us anyway.
