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I lift my other wrist to Kole’s waiting mouth, and he opens it for me. Luther stares at the pooling red liquid on my skin. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You can,” I tell him, licking my own wrist and holding the blood on my tongue. “Here…”

Luther lets me guide his lips to mine, then welcomes my tongue as I roll blood into his mouth. He releases a guttural grunting sound, and his whole body stiffens. But when I replace my mouth with my wrist, he seals his lips over it and drinks.

Seeing Luther, Tanner returns and grabs my other wrist. He takes another drink, sucking congealed blood from my fingers, licking my palm, hungrily trailing kisses up my arm toward my throat.

When he reaches my shoulder, he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. He throws it to the ground, then tugs my bra strap down so he can graze his teeth over my collarbone.

I reach for Sam. He flinches as he drinks from me; despite being a wolf and accustomed to the metallic taste in his mouth.

While Sam drinks, Luther stops. He turns and blasts a wave of fire at the flames on the beach. They billow upward into the sky. Smoke is coming off him in waves. Returning to me, he grabs my face and kisses me hard. Then—holy stars—he kisses Kole.

Kole’s eyes widen for a split second before he tastes my blood on Luther’s lips and sinks into the kiss. Hungrily, they devour each other’s mouths and then Kole lunges for my neck. He pierces me with his teeth and starts to suck.

The pressure of his mouth, drawing life from my body, makes me fall to my knees and whimper with pleasure.

While Kole drinks from my throat, Luther laps at the blood that is now trickling down between my breasts and Tanner removes my bra.

I search for Mack and meet his eyes. Slowly, he walks toward me. Sinking to his knees, he positions himself in front of me. I offer him my wrist, and he licks it gently. Just one stroke of his tongue against my flesh.

I sigh and lean back onto Kole’s chest as Mack lowers his head and peppers my stomach with electric kisses. When he reaches my chest, he dips his finger into the blood seeping from my throat and uses it to moisten my nipples. Then he swirls his tongue over them, groaning as my taste fills him up.

By the time he reaches my neck, his eyes are bright, and his beard is stained red. He cups my face in his hands, then closes his eyes, releases a deep throaty sigh, and seals his mouth around the holes in my throat.

When Mack sits back on his heels, eyes still dancing, body trembling, I rise to my feet and stand in front of them. I close my eyes and send waves of fire through my body. When I look down, the wounds are sealing shut. My skin is healing itself, putting itself back how it was before, but the blood remains. As my flesh warms, the blood dries, and leaves me painted with large red stains.

I meet Kole’s eyes. My Viking looks hungry. Ravenous. But not for blood… for me. A smile twitches on his lips and he runs for me. I bolt for the trees, adrenaline coursing through me. I am about to reach the shadows when he catches me. Except it’s not him… it’s a vine. A long, thick, creeping vine. Springing from the ground, it winds around my ankle. Then another grabs my wrists.

Both hands and both feet are yanked back by four curling green ropes, sending my slamming into the trunk of a sweet-smelling pine.

Kole appears in front of me, fists clenched, body vibrating with lust.

He reaches for my pants and rips them from my body, then tears my underwear off too. When I’m completely naked, unable to move, the others appear behind him. Luther, Mack, and Tanner.

Like a horny teenager who can’t control himself, Tanner whips off his own clothes, drops to the ground, and slides his hands up the inside of my thighs. Immediately, he nestles his tongue between my folds and uses it to massage urgent circles around my clit. My knees wobble, but another vine loops around my waist and hugs me tight against the tree.

Arousal floods my core. I strain against the vines, desperate to get closer to my mates, but I can’t move.

I want one of them to come to me and seal their mouth over my nipples. I want them to break me free and fuck me on the forest floor. Instead, they strip off their clothes and watch while Tanner brings me to a violent, shuddering orgasm.

It lights up my skin, sending smoke and sparks into the trees.

Mack steps forward. To my right, Kole is fisting his dick hard and fast. To my left, Luther is doing the same. As he kneels, Mack teases my breasts with a brief, tantalizing lick of his tongue. Then he nudges Tanner out of the way and settles between my legs.

His tongue is different to Tanner’s; larger and rougher. I shudder as he laps my sensitive core, applying just the right of pressure before sliding two fingers inside me while he sucks.

I want to grab his hair, hook my leg around his neck, thrust my pelvis into his face. But I can’t. I am stuck.

Another fiery orgasm takes over, causing me to scrape my back on the tree trunk behind me as I writhe and yell.

“Untie me.” I pull on the vines. I could break them if I wanted to, but that’s not the deal. They have to allow me to do it.

Kole shakes his head at me, his hair—which is crusted with my blood—hanging loose over his shoulders. “I don’t think so, Little Star.”

Before I can speak, he has taken Mack’s place, but instead of using his tongue to make me climax, he thrusts his throbbing length deep inside me. He fucks me harder than he’s ever fucked me. His hips do things I’ve never even dreamed of, then his hand reaches down between us.

“I can’t come again, I can’t,” I pant, my clit pulsing as he strums it hard and fast.