Clothes scattered.Hands roamed.Words tangled with moans and laughter as the three of them tumbled onto the pallet bed.It was messy and desperate and perfect.
Liam moved first, taking his time, worshipping every inch of her with lips and tongue.He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, teasing her nipples until she whimpered.He soothed the trembling of her stomach with tender kisses before sliding lower, inhaling the scent of her arousal that made his wolf growl with hunger.He buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her with long, deliberate strokes that had her crying out, twisting her fingers in his hair.
“Liam...please,” she gasped, her hips arching into his mouth.He groaned at her taste, devouring her like he’d been starving for centuries—and he had.He circled her clit with his tongue, flicking, pressing, until she shattered above him, screaming his name as her release pulsed through her body.
He didn’t stop.He drank her down, prolonging her pleasure, coaxing another peak until she trembled, limp and panting, whispering his name like a prayer.Only then did he rise, his mouth wet with her, his chest heaving with his own need.
Her hands trembled as they reached for him, guiding him to her.“I need you,” she whispered.
Liam groaned as he pressed inside her, the hot clasp of her body making his vision blur.He stilled for a heartbeat, savoring the sensation of being buried deep in his mate after lifetimes of waiting.“Mine,” he rasped, voice breaking with emotion.
“Yes,” she breathed, clutching at his shoulders.“Yours.”
He set a rhythm, slow at first, each thrust deep and reverent, but the sounds she made—moans, gasps, pleas—drove him harder, faster.Her nails raked his back, her body arching beneath him as their cries blended.His wolf howled inside him, demanding he mark her, claim her completely.And when she came again, clenching around him, dragging him over the edge, he roared her name, spilling into her as his soul felt whole for the first time in centuries.
Collapsing against her, he pressed kisses to her temple, her cheeks, her mouth, whispering, “Mine, always mine.”
Willow’s smile was dazed and radiant.“Yours.”
Liam eased back, but his eyes burned with possessive pride as he glanced at Jacob.His brother waited, chest heaving, his own arousal evident, his eyes dark with both desire and love.
Jacob’s hands trembled slightly as he cupped her face.“And mine,” he murmured, his voice ragged with need and devotion.
Willow’s laugh was shaky, beautiful, as she pulled him down to her.Their lips met and Liam leaned back, satisfaction humming in his bones as he watched them together.Pride and awe filled him, because their mate had just rocked his world utterly—and now she was about to rock Jacob’s too.
He sprawled back against the cushions, cock still hard, his chest still thundering as he drank in the sight of their mate surrendering to Jacob’s kiss.His wolf purred contentedly.For the first time in two hundred years, Liam felt whole—and this was only the beginning.
Chapter Nine
Jacob’s wolf prowledjust beneath his skin, restless, hungry, aching with the need to claim what was his.Watching Liam buried deep inside their mate, watching her writhe and cry out, had nearly broken him.He was proud, so fucking proud of his brother, but the ache in his chest—and cock—was almost unbearable.When Liam finally eased back, eyes dark with satisfaction and looking toward him, Jacob nearly came undone.
His hands trembled as he reached for Willow.She was flushed, her lips swollen from kisses, her skin glowing with sweat and release.And still, she opened her arms for him, her smile tender and trembling.His heart lurched.
Jacob bent, cupping her face in his hands, kissing her slowly at first.But restraint slipped almost instantly, because the taste of her, mixed with watching the scene that had played out before him, sent fire roaring through his veins.His tongue tangled with hers, his kiss deep and consuming, until she was moaning and clutching at him with frantic need.
“Jacob...”she whispered against his lips, her eyes fluttering open.“Please.”
