Was my bear at all sorry she’d ripped him from one of his many avoiding-me projects? Nerp! This was where he belonged, she informed me, like the unapologetically selfish bitch she was turning out to be.
“Mate,” he growled, his guttural tone letting me know his bear was in charge, just like mine.
“Mate!” I gasped, my hips rising to meet his.
Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure spiraling through me, but as I neared the edge, a new sensation crept in—an ache, sharp and urgent, in my gumline.
My teeth.
They throbbed, pressing against my gums like they had a mind of their own. The urge to bite him, to mark him, tore through me, terrifying in its intensity.
No!I whimpered, turning my head to the side.
Koda didn’t notice, too lost in his own frenzy, but my bear growled in protest, demanding more, until?—
“Aah! Aah!” Suddenly, I was coming again without warning.
We both were. Koda bit into Leif’s shoulder bite as he released with a heavy grunt. A first for him. But that wasn’t what scared me.
As the climax ripped through me, the tingling in my teeth sharpened, and my eyes fixated on the space between Koda’s neck and collarbone.
Luckily, Koda chose that moment to collapse on top of me, his body heavy and warm. The throbbing sensation in my teeth stopped, but my bear… She remained restless, dissatisfied.
Something was missing.
As Koda rolled off me, I looked over at Leif, who was kneeling beside us with an eager-to-serve expression that had become familiar over the past few days. His golden hair had come mostly lose from his man bun, leaving strands falling around his face. He was beautiful. So beautiful.
My mouth watered.
That was all the warning he or I got before I lunged at him, toppling him with an urgency that left no room for thought.
“Sweetie!” Leif’s startled gasp quickly morphed into a groan as I put him on his back with a strength that didn’t feel entirely mine. My hand wrapped around his hard length and guided him to my aching core.
And then I took him—tookwhat was mine.
Leif’s head fell back, his hands grasping my hips as I moved above him, riding him with a feral desperation I couldn’t control.
“That’s right,” Hawk drawled from beside us, his voice low and dark. “That’s your third, baby. Take that dick. It’s yours. It belongs to you and only you.”
Leif’s eyes locked onto mine, his expression awash with devotion and awe. “I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the words. “Always.”
The tenderness in his voice cut through the frenzy for a moment, making me hesitate. But then…MATE!
My bear surged forward, pushing me harder, faster, demanding more.
As I neared the edge again, a sharp ache flared in my gums, insistent and unrelenting. My teeth pressed against my lips. And this time, the pressure was so overwhelming that I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from biting him as another climax crackled through me, leaving me trembling and raw.
Leif groaned beneath me. “Holly, may I come?”
“Yes!” I told him, the word mumbled as if I were speaking through cotton.
Or a mouth full of bear teeth.
Leif stiffened beneath me, coming with a broken roar, filling me up with another load.
And my teeth receded again, but it still wasn’t enough.
Hawk.
