When Wade slid that questionnaire across his desk and had me go through the list of likes and dislikes…maybe checking kidnapping was a bit too far. Or maybe, I thought once I walked away, they would just let me. But deep down, I know I wanted this to happen when I left. Some secret part of me wanted them to give chase. And Beckett’s words prove it. Because they have tears springing to my eyes and slipping down the sides of my face to the thin mattress beneath me.
Hope fills my lungs with my next breath. He hasn’t said they love me, or they want to claim me. But desire’s a thin line, right?
“How do I know you aren’t just saying that?” I ask.
Ozwald catches a tear with his finger and brushes it away. “Do you want us, Ally?” he asks, sounding sane and contained as he waits for my response.
I turn my head to look at him, and he watches me steadily. “You know I do.”
“You ran, Bunny,” he whispers. “Bunnies should only run when they want to be chased. Did you want to be chased?”
Inhaling, my eyelashes brush my cheeks before I gaze up at him and say the only thing I possibly can. “Yes.”
A wide smile pulls at his lips as he looks at the other two. “She accepts.”
Wade shakes his head. “You didn’t even ask the question, you crazy fuck.”
“She wants us, and she wanted to be caught…”
“Well, before you sink your teeth into her and remove her choice, you should ask the right questions?—”
Sink his teeth into me?Like claim me? For theirs? My neck aches where I crave their marks. It’s more than a want…it’s a burning need that’s going to make me combust.
“You want to bite me?” I ask, looking between them. Beckett’s almost black eyes blaze with his need. Oz grins down at me, his tongue running over his canines, painting the full picture with his wolf mask.
Wade swallows when I bring my eyes to his. “Do you want to keep us forever?”
“I do.”
Pheromones fill the space. As their scents mingle, they create an intoxicating cloud, a harmonious blend where the sweetness of maple, the earthy depth of amber wood, and the bright zing of lemon swirl together. It’s an experience both comforting and invigorating, a perfect balance of warmth and freshness. And it sends desire zipping through me. I’m ready before any of them even move.
“Sounds like acceptance to me,” Beckett murmurs.
Everything happens at once. Oz slips a pair of scissors beneath my shirt and cuts it from my body while Beckett tugs my pants off, followed by my panties. Wade pulls out the nipple clamps that I both love and hate as he waits for Oz to destroy my bra too. Pure need thrums inside of me as Wade rolls a nipple between his fingers, creating a hard peak to clamp. My body knows that’s what he’s doing and still responds.
As if they plan each move, seconds before the metal is attached to one nipple, Beckett’s slipping his tongue through my folds, swirling it over my clit. The pain of the clamp heightensthe pleasure, and I cry out, arching off of the surface as much as possible. Then Oz sucks my other nipple between his teeth, making it tight and needy before the second clamp’s attached.
They push and pull me toward release, relentless in their assault, leaving me shaking and weak before any of them are even inside of me. The feathers and beak of Wade’s mask brush against my stomach as Beckett stands up. His length bobbing between us, the heat coming off of him feels like an inferno, then he adjusts himself, rubbing his thick head through my folds to my entrance. As he stretches me, his fire jumps to me, and I’m burning alive as my orgasm crashes around me.
He prolongs it as he thrusts deep inside of me, and I cry out unintelligible words. Wade tugs on the chain connecting the clamps and Oz sucks on my neck, leaving love bites behind that will need makeup to cover up.
Feathers brush my chin, and Oz tips up the nose of his wolf mask, then both of their mouths are on me. Each of them tweaking my nipples with the clamps. In tandem, they both unclamp me. Another cry tumbles from my lips, and I arch up into their mouths off of the surface at the same moment they both claim me.
Sensation and emotion rolls over me, not entirely mine, and I attempt to suck in a breath of air to my starving lungs. Soothing tongues run over the bites, and before I can get a lung full of oxygen, Beckett thrusts knot deep and leans over me, his bear mask knocked askew as he pulses his hips against mine, spreading me wider and going deeper. His mouth lining up next to his packmates’ marks before he sinks his teeth into me, claiming me, too. He explodes inside of me, his orgasm becoming mine. Mixing and melding into one until I feel as if I’ll drown.
I float in the river of sensations until he slips out. It’s too much and not enough. Every single thing they each feel, I feeltoo. And it’s so much more than wanting me. Sure, they want me; hell, I can feel how much they need me. But beneath it all is an all encompassing love.How?
“We’ve loved you for years, Sugar.”
Did I say that out loud?
“We knew you signed up for the hunt,” Beckett admits.
They knew?
“It was our chance. Do you think we didn’t know who you were the second you were standing in front of me?” Oz tilts his head, running a gentle finger along my cheek as Wade releases my cuffs.
I shake my head in denial, even though I can feel the truth. “The masks?—”
