But again, no knot.
Wild pulled out of me with another rough curse.
“What are we going to do?” Sea asked in another part of the room. Though his side of the mating bond stayed mute, his voice was laced with worry. “This isn’t working, and she’s exhausted. I’m not sure how much more she can take.”
They were talking about me.
Some dim part of my brain knew I should probably weigh in, but my eyes fluttered closed, and another sleep overtook me before I could.
Black but not deep. Another round of heat. But I was too exhausted to open my eyes.
Someone climbed on top of my prone body to claim me anyway. So long and thick, it could only be Sea.
More restless sleep.
I woke up again in what felt like an instant. This time, I was zeropercent surprised to feel myself clenching desperately below as the smell of a new heat cycle filled my nose.
I waited for one of my mates to take me again. Whose turn was it? Wild’s or Sea’s? I’d lost track.
But no one came.
“Wild? Sea?” I croaked out, my voice rasping and tired as I rubbed my needy body all over the sheets. “I need you. Please… please come fuck me!”
I’d gotten used to begging, I realized then. Somewhere over the last few hours, it had gone from something I’d never do to instinct.
But no one came. No matter how many times I called out.
An abandoned feeling began to set in on top of the wanton, all-consuming heat of my need.
Maybe they couldn’t hear me from wherever they’d gone. Maybe I needed to stand up and shout louder.
My brain cleared a little at that thought, and I dragged open my eyes to do the hard work of standing up and walking over to the door of the room they’d let me alone in.
Only to freeze at the sight directly in front of me.
Sea and Wild hadn’t left me alone, as it turned out.
Aidan still sat in his chair, but his arms were no longer attached to the handles. They were behind his back.
The armrests had been pulled off and tossed to the floor.
Giving easy access to Aidan, whose rod was straining and pulsing like something with a heartbeat.
A piece of what looked like ancient, yellow-stained printer paperwas taped to his chest with messy block letters written on it. It simply read: FUCK HIM. IT’S THE ONLY WAY.
My blood ran cold, even as my core gushed with a new wave of near-crippling heat.
That was when I understood. Sea and Wild weren’t coming. Not until I had sex with the wolf they called Dublin.
Oh God…oh, God.I stood up in the few feet of space they’d left between his chair and the bed.
What I needed…
What I wanted…
It was right there.Right there.Straining and pulsing between Aiden’s legs.
“Don’t,” Aidan whispered.
