I became rock hard in an instant, and a desperate, ill feeling gnawed at my gut. I was sick… sickwith the need to ride her, to have her until there was nothing left of me. Until every dark thing inside of me was healed. Until I stopped breathing.
Not yours.The small bit of my brain still capable of reason realized these feelings weren't mine. They belonged to someone else.
Wild…
This was every intense emotion he was feeling, every unhinged thought, let loose over the four-way bond. All at once.
As if to confirm it, Wild and Mairinua came crashing through the kitchen’s back door. Already kissing and tearing off clothes.
Despite the chaos of three other sets of thoughts in my head — one of them blaring louder than a city pub at Christmas — I smiled.
Looked like Dublin was wrong.
The four of us would be having a heat moon after all.
Us
Dublin
Pushing off Naomi’s coat,Wild devoured her mouth, then flipped her around toward the closest surface — the kitchen table where I’d set out a rare set of bone china Irish tea cups and saucers, crafted by Belleek and dating back to the 1700s.
But in one fell swoop of Wild’s arm, those antique dishes were sent crashing to the floor, shattering as the Wild King folded Naomi over the table.
My stomach dropped.
It was happening again. Naomi was being taken right in front of me.
I stood there, frozen, as this new scene unfolded.
Naomi
Wild yanked down the leggings Dublin had bought. Just far enough to give himselfaccess.
I couldn’t see it, but through our now open mate bond, I felthow hard he became at the sight of me, lying there on full display with my palms flattened on the table. I could smell my arousal in his nose.
Wild
My wolf was a simple creature: easy to please, happy just to have his ears scratched. The truth was, my human was far more dangerous.
I’d tried to spare our Flower from the storm raging inside of me. It wasn’t her fault that mating her had turned me into a stark raving nutter. Yet it was all her fault.
I could no longer hold on, hold back.
“I’m sorry, Flower.”I fell over her back, pushing words into her mind for the first time since my last claim of her. Pulling my painfully hard cock out of the fleece trackies I’d “borrowed” from Dublin, I apologized from the bottom of my pitiful soul.“Too far gone to be gentle.”
Sea
Wild’s emotions were so loud I could barely sense our Mairinua.
But I felt her cry out when her Wild King drove into her from behind with one hard shove, pushing her entire body forward on the table.
Naomi
It was an invasion, sudden and deep. But it didn’t hurt. Wild’s feral lust was an infection that had somehow spread to me, too.
I was no longer in heat, but my core was slick, allowing Wild to start moving without any friction on my part.
Sea
