"That's it," Lex says encouragingly. "Fuck, Red. You feel so fucking good."
"Fucking hell," Cade groans. "Move your hips. I need to feel you."
I roll my hips, making Cade and Lex curse. The sound spurs me on, Maverick being pulled in as far as humanly possible. At that, the three of them lose control. Maverick grabs my hair, thrusting into my mouth as Lex and Cade pull back and begin thrusting into me.
I start seeing stars, my whole body shaking violently as I attempt some poor excuse for hip thrusts. My world is in a frenzy, head spinning and when someone touches my clit somehow, I scream loudly on Maverick's cock. He hisses in response, pelvis buckling in uneven rhythm before he can't hold it back any longer.
His release shoots into the back of my throat with a loud string of curse words. And when he says he loves me, I detonate with an aggression I never knew possible.
I'm fairly certain I cry out so loud that the neighboring guest houses get awoken, but I don't care. And apparently neither do the guys. Cade growls underneath me, hips jolting me upwards in rough thrusts as he chases his release over the edge.
Lex is a few seconds behind him, hands digging firmly into my hips as he groans low, muttering my name as I feel his hot release explode in me.
And then… I'm fairly certain I black out. A wave of dizziness makes the room start to spin, stars flashing in my eyes. The world tilts sideways and next second, I'm falling into someone's arms. Gentle hands position me on the soft mattress, but before I can say anything, to tell them how fucking amazing that was, I'm in the deepest sleep of my life.
The sun is just starting to rise in Shadow Creek, the first morning golden glows peeking between the trees.
I’m wrapped up in arms and legs as Lex spoons me from behind while Cade’s chest is flush against mine. My face is buried into his pecs with my leg draped over his hip, and somewhere behind him, Maverick has his hand resting on my ankle.
My body is positively buzzing from last night, aching in all the right ways. I’m fairly confident I won’t be able to move for at least the next twenty-four hours, so as soon as I go find the blanket from wherever Cade threw it last night, I’m going back to sleep for the entire day.
“Where are you going?” Lex’s husky, sleepy voice asks when I start to wiggle down the bed.
“Blanket,” I whisper, a smile appearing on my face as Cade stirs.
“No, don’t go,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. “I’ll keep you warm.”
I nestle my face into his hard six-pack. “Tempting, but the last thing we need is someone coming in and finding us all butt naked. At least let me put a blanket over us.”
Maverick groans from behind Cade. “Hurry up then get your ass back into bed. Swap with me, asshole.”
“No, thank you,” Cade replies simply. “It’s still my turn.”
I keep wiggling downwards, sliding off the bed and start dodging discarded clothes as I search for the blanket. Finally, I spot it by the bedroom door, picking it up.
Turning, I pause, muffling a laugh as I scan over the three alphas on the bed. It’s the most glorious sight—all muscles, bare asses, and huge frames. I have no idea how I just fit in there. Oh, well. I’ll just have to figure it out again. Nothing devastating about that at all.
Fluffing the blanket, I lay it over the men, crawling back into the middle of Maverick and Cade. Apparently, Lex decided to be the bigger person, switching sides so I could lay between the others.
I’ve just managed to squeeze back in, hiding in my little nest of pillows, soft blankets, and hard muscles when a desperate sounding voice comes screeching through my head.
“Everyone get to the field! Alpha Orson’s pack has just broken the boundaries!”
Chapter Seventeen
Nyx
The four of us rush out of the guest house and into the street. Pack members from Blood Moon, Night and New Moon swarm around us as they exit their accommodation too, the guys mind linking them immediately after I heard Alpha Daxton’s urgent order.
We basically lead the pack, my legs sprinting as fast as I can go. Next to me, the guys keep pace, and when the field comes into sight, wolves shift all around us, overtaking.
My feet have no sooner hit the grass when an army of wolves storm through the trees on the other side, a long line of snarling teeth and growls.
Fuck. This is it.
There’s a huge wolf front and centre, its burnt orange and white fur sticking up. It’s much bigger than the other wolves, and I know without a doubt that it’s Orson.
“Don’t shift yet!” Maverick yells to me through mind link.
