The traditional place for a third maul to bond.
Before I could finish punching in the code, they were both biting her. Binding her to them, just as my bear had done behind my back.
“No,” I snarled. My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms, but I didn’t move. Separating them mid-bite was dangerous, and stopping them now could trigger the two other males into shifting.
Holly’s cries echoed through the small space, but they weren’t cries of pain. They were cries of something else entirely. Something raw and consuming.
Mates! Mates! Mates!her bear chanted inside her.
And then, suddenly, I was falling over the cliff, too.
I shouted, and my legs nearly buckled as my untouched cock unexpectedly erupted.
The jet of cum rocketed down my shaft, white-hot and remorseless. It left nothing behind but shame, the destructionof my worldview, and a huge dark spot on the fleece blanket wrapped around me.
This was… This was utter chaos. All protocols had been shattered. Every ritual for this process, completely forsaken.
But my bear didn’t care. It reveled in the chaos, took pride in the bond forming before my eyes as Holly’s orgasm crested again and again, its length extended by her second and third mauls’ magical bond bites.
Ours! Ours! Ours! her second and third mauls cried as they savagely bonded her.
By the time Björn and Hawk lifted their mouths from her shoulders, Holly had gone limp in Hawk’s arms. Her head lolled to the side, her body trembling from aftershocks of her bondgasm.
To Bjorn’s and Hawk’s credit, the primal satisfaction radiating from the bites faded as their bears retreated. Awareness returned to their eyes.
“Fuck, what did I…?” Hawk rasped, his voice thick with regret.
Björn opened his mouth but said nothing, his jaw working like he was trying to find words that wouldn’t come.
It didn’t matter.
In the end, all fault laid with one person.Her!
I’d stoically nodded when Zion and my birth father broke the news about my mother’s deathbed decision. I’d walked away without a word when Ash confessed his bear wanted to form a maul with Mak instead.
But now…
Now, I staggered forward, rage snapping my last thread of control. I ripped open the cage door.
“You!” I snarled at the female who had upended my entire life in less than twenty-four hours. “This is your fault.”
All three of them blinked at me, like the humans at the “mind-expansion retreats” Ash’s alternative healer mother occasionally hosted.
“Takoda…sir…” Björn began, his voice cautious.
“Let me handle this,” Hawk said before he could finish. He set Holly down with deliberate care, then positioned her behind him. Shielding her from me like he had the right.
Meanwhile, Holly pulled on Björn’s shirt and flannel in hurried movements, her eyes darting toward me like I was the monster.
Not that ex-con who’d fucked her against the bars of a jail cell.
“I told you to leave,” I snapped at her over Hawk’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you listen?”
“I’m sorry,” Holly stammered, stepping forward. Her chin wobbled, but she squared her shoulders and bravely stood beside Hawk, not behind him. “I was just trying to find my sister!”
“If you’ve got second thoughts about this maul, Koda, take them up with me. Not her,” Hawk growled, his amber eyes sharp. Then, softer, to Holly: “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, baby.”
Lies.
