But Wild was already inside of me, feeding me his length with one hand while the other braced against the sink, keeping him steady as he carefully entered me from behind.
He wanted — needed to reclaim me. But he didn’t wish to hurt me.
“Give me yer mouth, beauty,”He leaned in over my shoulder, his lips capturing mine as he eased his way back into my intimate space with an achingly slow thrust.
He didn’t have to bother with the slow, careful entry. His desire was once again my desire, surging through me like a flash flood, and my core easily slipped down his throbbing length, taking him to the hilt.
Had Aidan offered up a protest?
We both groaned into the kiss, and Wild banded his guiding arm around my waist as he began driving into me with deep, claiming strokes. Slow at first, then a little faster when his tip found a special spot inside the walls of my sex.
He could feel and match my growing desire with his speed and angle.
Soon, I found myself moaning into his mouth and shuddering around his length as he pumped into me at just the right everything.
That was all Wild needed to tumble over the edge himself. He fell out of our kiss and pulled my hips tight into his. He released with a shout, but his emotions were even louder.
His love and utter obsession crackled so fierce over our bond that another orgasm triggered at my core, arching my spine. My head fell back on his shoulder as I came again with all of Wild’s emotions coursing through me.
And that made his softening rod swell again. He returned in an instant to full, pulsing mast.
“By the gods, Wild. Put yourself on mute!”Sea’s voice pushed into our heads, irritated and tight.“Or the lot of us will starve to death before this heat moon is done.”
Funny, just a few hours ago, I’d begged Wild to let me in, but now as I helplessly kept coming on the re-hardened length pinning me to the sink, I could feel all of it — Wild’s insatiable hunger, Sea’s and Aidan’s reawakened arousals — painful and throbbing.
Wild’s unhinged feelings were infecting and being magnified by each of us, like a radio signal amplified so loudly that no other station other than WILD FM could be heard.
And I couldn’t stop coming. The orgasm was an endless earthquake, racking my body as Wild released again inside of me with so much ejaculation I could feel our combined release streaming down my thighs.
“Turn it off,” I pleaded. “Everyone, turn it off!”
Abruptly, my head became quiet, allowing my body to seize one last time before I fell forward into the sink, where the water was still running.
I didn’t realize how dehydrated I’d become with all this “seismic activity” until I found myself greedily gulping from the tap as Wild released one last time, gripping my hips tight as he howled into the air.
Finally, he deflated.
“I’m sorry, Flower,” he said out loud. One hand softly grazed my back as he pulled out of me. “You drive me crazy. Literally.”
“That’s not the correct usage of ‘literally,’” Aidan grumbled somewhere behind us.
Still, we all understood his meaning.
Luckily, the stew easily reheated.
But after my third shower of the day, I gave up on wearing clothes, and over lunch, we established a new rule about muting all our bonds during daytime hours. Wild, however, volunteered to just plain keep his off.
“Believe me when I tell ye, the inside of my head is getting worse by the moment. Ye’ve no idea how bad I’ll be by the time this heat moon is over. Best to cede control back to the True King.”
I believed Wild after that bonkers sink sex, but I had to ask Sea, “Why do they call you the True King?”
And that was how I ended up getting a long history lesson — aka the Irish version of what they called the “First Reaping” — aka an explanation for why Sea kept calling me by a name that turned out to mean New Mairi.
Apparently, the First Reaping wasn’t prophesied like the second one, and since it took place in the 1500s, it was way less ethical.
Underaged girls and she-wolf babies were kidnapped and raised by various families across the four kingdoms until they reached heating age. Also, the newly minted Scottish Queen, Mairi — already wolf-mated and pregnant — was also taken when the Sea, Wild, and Dublin kings realized she was their fated mate at first sight.
What happened from there bore a striking resemblance to what happened to me.
