“Tell him, Princess. Tonight, you’re going to be worshipped.”
I remain silent, refusing to yield to Bo’s demands.
Bo parts my lower lips, gathering my slick with his thumb without touching me where I need him most.
“Tell him you want him to apologize properly.” Bo presses his thumb into my clit. I shiver.
“Tell him, or I’ll stop.” He removes his thumb, and I protest.
“I want it.”
“Good girl.” Bo kisses my temple. “We’re going to lance this wound.” Pushing my panties to the side, he circles my entrance and penetrates me with the tip of his thumb. I contract around him, and he chuckles.
“Not yet. Show her how sorry you are,” Bo barks. I cream at his tone.
Fell sinks to his knees before me. Bo removes his hand. Fell darts forward, latching onto my swollen clit and I moan.
Pinching and tugging my nipples between his fingers, Bo and Fell bombard my senses. Fell thrusts his tongue inside me and I rock against his face.
“That’s it. Use him for your pleasure.” Bo’s husky directions push me over the edge and I shatter like glass on a tile floor, scattering to all corners of a room. Fell slurps my release, and thrusts two fingers inside, curving them to rub against the front of my walls. Despite my explosion, he’s already winding me back up. Moaning, I lean against Bo.
“I like you like this, rising high on pleasure and so very obedient.” He tilts my neck and bends to capture my lips. I suck his tongue and roll my hips, rubbing against the thick length pressed against my ass and back into Fell’s mouth.
Pulling back, I cry out. A second orgasm hits. Fell sinks his teeth into my inner thigh. The sharp pain yields to intense pleasure. I grip his hair tight, riding out the waves of bliss. He licks at the wound, sealing it closed.
He’s marked me as his own. The bond snaps into place and the severe animosity I once held with Fell fades. A new understanding flows between us. The soul-deep sorrow that leaving me caused isn’t cured by a long shot, but it is lessened.
A wall remains firmly in place around the secret he can’t share. Distracted by the block, I frown.
“Ah ah ah, none of that.” Bo taps my temples. “Turn your brain off. We’re not done with you yet.”
“Go sit on the couch, Fell.”
Bo nips my lips.
“I’m going to let him warm you up because I won’t be gentle.” He slaps my ass, nudging me forward.
I stalk to Fell. Stripped down, he’s stroking his thick length and watching me with a heated gaze that makes me feel like a queen.
“Come here,” he growls.
Reaching him, I climb onto the couch, straddling his lap. I sink onto him in a reverse cowgirl. His fat cock splits me in two. Digging my nails into his thighs, I lean back against him. I rise, crying out as he slams home.
He presses me over the arm of the couch. Bo approaches, stroking his hard-on. I admire his thick girth and the veins running down it. He offers me the tip.
I gather the droplets with my tongue. Bo drives into my mouth and I cry out, choking. Tears leak. Opening my throat, I ride the wave and they find a rhythm.
Filled to the brim, my walls flutter. Bo grips my hair tight. I clamp around Fell, choking around Bo. He fills my mouth and I swallow him down as Fell slams home one last time flooding me with his spray.
Stepping away, Bo bends down and sinks his teeth into my neck. The claim completes a circuit. Mating bond in place, my body convulses as I wail.
I struggle to catch my breath. Our wolves greet one another and the bond settles. Bo licks the tears from my face.
“You’re mine now, Princess.”
Fell kisses my cheek. “Ours.”
“Ours,” Bo amends his statement.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you agree on anything.” Laughter bubbles free. They join in, and we steal a moment of joy before we have to enter a new battlefront.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
We arrive at the lion’s den full of enemies, the Alpha’s home. Applause and the flash of cameras overwhelm my senses. Blinded, and overstimulated, I pause mid-step in the entryway of the stone mansion seated on several acres.
Batting my lashes, I struggle to process the crush of people surrounding us in a semi-circle.
“Finally, the honored guests have arrived.” Alpha’s voice carries over the noise. People who’ve sneered at me my entire life cheer like mindless puppets.
Made of well-dressed high-ranking pack members, the assembly in front of us makes sense for the ritual, but not a dinner.
The boys close rank, moving in closer. Cadoc steps in front of me, taking the lead.
Ever the diplomat, Cadoc remains calm. “We appreciate the welcome, but I think we’ve missed something.”
“It’s your mating celebration. We thought we’d surprise you.” A smirk accompanies the flash of triumph in his eyes. The manipulation infuriates me. I clasp my hands behind my back to keep them from curling into fists.
The hammer’s dropped and we’re momentarily stunned by his heavy blow.
