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Marshall leaned back, setting me on my feet just to yank my leggings down, along with my panties. He scooped me back up the moment I had his erection freed from his pants, his belt and zipper falling to the sides. I wrapped my legs around him once again, and his cock slid home effortlessly. I was so wet for him, and the feeling of his length stretching me, snuggled deep, was incredible. It would always amaze me how damn good it felt to take my mates like this.

Despite how slick I was, his cock still stretched my walls in that way that made my ears ring and my extremities tingle. I could never imagine getting used to such a sensation—it was too damn mind-blowing.

“Marshall!”

He didn’t waste time being gentle. Neither of us wanted that. It’d been such a whirlwind, and I had a feeling we both needed to remind ourselves this was real, that nothing was going to take it away from us, including me and my potentially misguided belief that I needed to protect them. We had nearly lost one another, and that made everything a little more frantic.

“Mine,” he growled, nipping at the skin of my neck, making me tremble.

“Don’t stop…Please, don’t stop!” My hips knocked back against the door as Marshall claimed me, sinking all the way, utterly bottoming out. His hips forced my legs to open wider for him, letting his cock slide impossibly deep. I stretched around his growing knot, and with each desperate thrust, it swelled more and more, locking us together.

“Never, Summer. You’ll get everything you need.” Marshall used the door to help keep me up, his pounding driving his cock so damn deep, and I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his neck as my moans became near constant.

One of Marshall’s hands was planted on the door next to my head, and I felt blissfully caged by him. The rough way he claimed me spoke volumes too. I could sense his desire and almost frantic need to ground himself in me. It was intoxicating, my mind swirling happily.

“You look so damn good taking him, princess.” I could just make out Emmett standing behind Marshall, stroking himself as he watched us, a look of pure adoration on his face. The warmth of his love and desire radiated through our bond, and I barreled toward an orgasm as Marshall rammed into me so powerfully.

“Yeah, you do,” Marshall growled, and I tightened around his swelling knot, all my nerves singing as I got closer and closer to release. “Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so damn tight. I’m going to fill up this magical fucking pussy.”

“Yesss,” I moaned, and Marshall shifted just a bit so that he could sink that much deeper, the blunt head of his cock nudging my G-spot perfectly.

I fell apart, crying out as I exploded, my nails digging into his neck. “Fuck!”

“That’s right, beautiful. Come for me.”

Fuck, did I come. I hadn’t experienced that forceful, rushed-against-a-door kind of orgasm, but it was damn good. As soon as the orgasm hit, the need to bond with him took over. I turned into his arm and sank my teeth deep into his skin. He roared as I did, surging forward and burying his face in my neck. Marshall’s teeth found the flesh of my throat, and he clamped down, sealing us together permanently.

As I soared, the bond solidifying, Marshall moved quicker and harder until I felt his knot swell inside me, throbbing as he came, his knot expanding so forcefully I was almost ripped in half.

My chest swelled, the bond settling into place. Just like it had with Emmett, the sensation of him slowly grew in my chest. And all I could feel through the bond was joy.

Marshall was elated to be bonded.

The world blurred as my body twitched with the aftershocks, and he carried me to the couch so gently, allowing me to get my bearings as his knot went down. I lay there with him, his fingers stroking idly up and down my arm, both he and Emmett whispering praise to me. All I could do was smile, riding the wave of our newfound bond.

“I love you, Summer,” Marshall whispered, cupping my face and forcing me to meet his eyes.

“I love you, my mate.” His face broke out into a smile at that word.

Mate.

Technically we’d been mates before through Emmett, but the word took on a whole new meaning after what we had just done.

When Marshall could slip free, Emmett snuck forward to kiss me, and I relished the attention as I reached out to grasp him, my fingers wrapping around his so I could feel what he was doing.

Teamwork was a wonderful thing.

“No, why are you leaving?” I peeked up at him through my lashes as he pulled back.

Emmett smiled and stepped aside as Noah and Tobias came forward. “Because you, sweet mate, have two others to bond with first. Unless you’re too sleepy.”

I shook my head, grinning as I propped myself up on my elbow. “No way,” I said firmly, glancing between Tobias and Noah. “Get over here.”

The two of them laughed, but there was nothing light or gentle about it. Those laughs were all hunger and excitement. I adored it, and just as Tobias reached me, tugging his pants down, I leaned forward, taking him in my grip as I lowered my mouth to his erection, desperate to taste him.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” he groaned. I loved making him sound like that. It was exhilarating and made me feel powerful that I could elicit that reaction. I gripped his shaft tightly as I bobbed my head up and down, taking him as far as I could while I was dimly aware of Noah moving behind me.

Giving my all to make Tobias come, I almost missed the way Noah knelt behind me, between me and the couch now, and grabbed my hips. Almost.