I woke up a short time later to the sensation of a washcloth moving over my body.
And the smell of a new heat cycle filled the room.
I was once again clenching air down below, and I reached down to soothe the pain, even though I was too tired to open my eyes.
“Bloody Christ, it’s only been a couple of minutes,” Sea said somewhere above me.
Strangely, his side of the mate bond had gone mute, too.
“Try claiming her in the way of the wolf this time,” Wild said on the other side of me. “Maybe that will…”
He didn’t finish, but apparently, Sea knew exactly what to do.
I found out what “the way of the wolf” meant without having to ask when Sea flipped me over and pulled my hips back.
The brush of his hand against my butt cheek as the thick head of his rod lined up with the back of my slick space. One shove of his hips, and he was inside of me, somehow even deeper than before. How was that even possible?
I groaned and collapsed to my forearms, rubbing my face in the cool sheets, and Sea followed me down, his chest blanketing my back.
This position, I recognized after a lifetime in an agricultural community. He was a ram, suddenly taking charge and mounting his ewe during her breeding season.
Next spring, there would be lambs.
My moans and the sound of his hips slapping into mine filled up the room, and soon, another new orgasm crestedover me.
I’d only submitted to his claim, but we were both panting by the time he was done.
But…
No knot.
A burst of alarm and worry came down the mate bond.
From Wild or Sea? I couldn’t tell before some biological mute button was pushed again, cutting me off from their emotions.
What was going on? Why were they worried? I needed to ask some questions, but I collapsed on the bed in a boneless heap and instantly fell into a dreamless sleep.
Until I woke again. To a new heat cycle.
“Mmm… it hurts!” I moaned. I writhed. The aching burn of my need made it feel like my skin was on fire.
“I’m here, beauty,” Wild murmured behind me. I didn’t register that I was lying on my side until he lifted one of my legs and slid into me from behind.
For a few languorous minutes, he became my doctor, taking me with rolling strokes that felt like medicine.
Except I don’t think a doctor would ever say, “Your willy’s going off again. How’s your fuckin’ pride serving ye now, Dublin?”
I opened my tired eyes and realized I’d accidentally created another amateur porn with Wild when I saw that we were directly facing Aidan. My drenched sex pumped out heat as Wild held my top leg over his thigh — presumedly for even easier access as he took me from behind.
Maybe Aidan had been watching us before, but now his eyes were squeezed closed. And this time, the flesh between his legs wasn’t just pulsing. It spasmed, angry and red, before sputtering out a fewliquid pearls of seed. Aiden made a harsh animal sound in the back of his throat, the kind that signaled abject pain.
But Wild’s voice held no pity as he continued to taunt him with, “How many times do ye have to watch us fuck her before ye give in to the prophecy?”
I didn’t need Aidan. And I didn’t want him. Not like this.
Was Wild aware that he sounded like a complete maniac? Why wouldn’t he just let Aidan go?
I came again before I could ask him either of those questions, my body seizing up as intense bolts of pleasure thundered through me.
