If ever there was a time to tell them how she felt, it was after she’d let them piss all over her to claim her.
“I love all three of you.” She looked at Kenny. “Your strength, your kindness, your focus on doing what’s right and not what’s easy, Sir. Your rituals and schedules. Your rules.”
She turned to Silas. “Your humor, your brutal honesty, the way you feed and look after even the weakest in the pack, Sir.Especially the weakest. The way you take me apart, strip me to nothing, and then trust me to put myself back together.”
And then Boone. “You’re just you, Sir. What you see is what you get. Honest and forthright. No games.”
Kenny leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I’ve loved you a little since you lifted your chin and told us you’re ahealthy adult woman with needs,when I mentioned the book you were reading. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that’s when it started.”
“Pretty sure I fell in love with you when you cut the potatoes,” Silas said. “A woman who can handle a knife like that? How could I not?” He touched her chin. “You can hold your own with three kinky, dominant wolves. You’re stronger than fuck, and I love you to distraction.”
“Not sure I can do better than those two,” Boone said. “I love you. No flowery words about why, but it’s the truth.”
She didn’t cry, but she wanted to. The warmth in her chest, the flush in her skin — she felt seen.Claimed. More than a fucktoy or servant, and not just in body, but in every other way that counted.
Every full moon, they would strip her and mark her with heat and scent, not to humiliate her, but to claim her. A wolf’s most primal signature, delivered specifically to tell every supernatural creature who came within a dozen feet of her just how damned much she belongs to them. This wasn’t degradation, it was savage, feral devotion.
When she was full, they started prep work for the next three days. At least a third of the pack would arrive the following night. Half or better the middle night, and then at least a third the final night.
And yes, some wolves ran more than one night.
They moved meat from the freezers to the fridge. They put together dozens of breakfast casseroles — eggs, milk, shredded cheese, chopped onions, mushrooms, crumbled sausage.
Boone cracked eggs while she whisked, Silas cut and diced, Kenny filled the pans, and they made dozens of trays to stack in the outside fridge.
She wiped everything down when they finished and turned to see them watching her. Waiting to walk up the steps with her.
The house felt still. Settled. She belonged to them more now than she had hours earlier. The tension in her shoulders had drained. No anxiety buzzing behind her ribs, no aching uncertainty. She had a place. A purpose.
When Kenny kissed her goodnight and headed toward his end of the hall, she stripped quietly at the armoire and walked into her bedroom where Boone and Silas were already waiting. Twenty steps to the tan medallion, and then climbed into bed when Silas gave permission.
Boone reached for her first, drew her into a fierce hug, kissed her hair, her cheek, and then turned her to face Silas.
They were both fast, with Boone in her pussy from behind, Silas in her mouth. They even let her orgasm, offering permission without her having to ask, since her mouth was full.
She fell asleep with her belly and heart full, her body sore, curled between two of the men who’d pushed her to her limits and held her through the aftermath.
Chapter 24
The routine was fucked the three days of the full moon. All three men ran every night, and she understood they slept four or five hours in their wolf forms, but once the pack was all back in human form and dressed, they sat and ate breakfast together, talked, and then wandered off, and her men all went to bed. None worked on these three days. The construction company, being wolf-owned, went to a modified schedule so all wolves got one night off, with Boone and Kenny off all three days, though Kenny put in a few hours from home every evening. Silas also went into the restaurant a few hours in the afternoon or evening.
She hated having her dependable, trusted routine all scattered to the winds.
Although she had to admit, breakfast was enjoyable with a few dozen people hanging around and eating together, swapping stories with lots of laughter.
Well, until the second morning.
Two males, both late twenties, had been sniping at each other under their breath, and louder, all through breakfast. She didn’t catch everything, but it wasn’t subtle. Something about one of them proposing to the other’s sister and him not being the right wolf for her. All wrong.
The bickering started to sour the energy at the tables. People got quieter. Heads turned.
The morning had been so peaceful. These people had run in their wolf forms, taken deer down together, fed together, slept in their furry bodies in a pile. Now they were back on two legs, breaking bread together, talking about their night, their lives.
And these two idiots were spoiling it. Perhaps she shouldn’t have spoken up when she was so damned irritated, butdamn, they were treating the woman like a fucking dog toy. Or wolf toy.
She stood and walked to their table, looking down on the men who sat across from each other, and she told the boyfriend, “Miranda needs her big brother. He’s been there for her since the day she was born. He’s important to her in a way only a little sister can possibly understand. One would think, a man who truly loved her would be happy to see her surrounded by people who give a shit about her. You should be encouraging that relationship. Not making it harder.”
Then she turned to the brother. “And you? Think back to this time last year. Was she happy?”
