I spread my legs wider, showing him my slick-shined, trembling center. Whatever restraint he was holding by finally shreds.
He drops to his knees, an arm banding my waist as he pulls me into his lap. He works me slowly. All of the heat rebuilding up at my core. My arms wrap around his shoulders, my fingers dig into his back.
“Princess—god, Princess—I—fuck—I love you.”
From him, those words land like a vow. This man who carried the weight of the pack when it was breaking. Who held everything together with his bare hands. The sound of it lifts something bright and aching in my chest.
I don’t bother with words. I can’t wait. My mouth finds his chest, the hard swell of muscle beneath my lips, and I bite. The pull towardhim is instant, magnetic. His hand slides to the back of my head, holding me there, keeping me close.
“Bite me, Princess. My mate.” His groan sinks low and rough.
Everything in me locks and flares. My orgasm detonates, hot and unstoppable, ripping through me as my teeth finally release. I gasp, panting, my head falling back.
I expect his mouth at my neck like Corbin’s, like Zeke’s—but instead he goes lower. He bites over my heart.
The hard care of his bond locks around my center, threading seamlessly with Corbin’s and Zeke’s, forming a living shield around my soul. He's protection and devotion. The quiet, relentless care he brings to everything steals my breath.
My cheek rests against the top of his head, almost content, almost. Until I feel what’s missing. I lift my gaze to the corner of the room, where two sets of eyes are watching me.
Rafe
Dulzura. My Dulzura. Wrecked and perfect. Undeniably mine.
I kneel on the floor, my cock held, but not by me. Eli kneels behind me, one arm locked around my chest, the other stroking my cock in slow, deliberate passes.
“I think she’s ready for us,” he growls low into my ear.
I hear the sharpened edge in his voice. He has his mask on. Three days in the nest has been a lot for everyone and sometimes he's needed the break. There’s always something raw about him when he can’t hear himself.
I nod. He releases me.
We move together across the nest. Winnie’s chest rises and falls, marked three times now. I glance at Eli. He nods.
He stands, helping Winnie up with him. He goes to lift her by the thighs, hands firm and possessive, until she stills him.
“I want to see you when we bond,” she says softly. “I promise I can be silent.”
I watch Eli read her lips. He looks at me. We’ve done this before, though silence has never been my strength. One of my few flaws. I smile and nod. I can do this for her, and for him.
He peels the mask away slowly. Over his chin, mouth, then nose.
His handsome face guts me every time.
Winnie gasps and leans back into my chest. I wrap an arm around her as he removes the earbuds next.
She takes Eli’s hand, guiding his fingertips to her mouth. The thought alone of taking her while she keeps every beautiful sound locked inside sends heat pooling low and heavy, my cock swelling in answer.
Eli’s eyes meet mine. He’s thinking the same thing.
He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his lips, kissing her softly, slowly. “I love you, Softness.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
“Take us,” he murmurs, hands sliding to her thighs, lifting her, positioning her above him. “Not a sound.”
I grab her ass, holding her steady as we lock eyes. I press forward, my shaft sliding between her cheeks. Eli moves between her slick, heat-wet folds. My cock brushes along the side of his, the friction nearly tearing a sound from my throat, but I barely hold it back.
He pulls back. So do I.
