“Rest, Beautiful. You’re going to need it,” Kirk whispers. Nestled among my mates, I slip under a blanket of sleep.
Throbbing, and needy, I wake up in a pool of desire, rubbing my thighs together.
“It hurts.”
“I know, Brat. I’ve got you.” Cadoc parts my legs with his powerful hands and wedges himself between my legs. He drives all nine inches of his cock to the hilt and I buck off the bed.
“Harder,” I plead. He slips out and I scream.
“Quiet, Brat.” He flips me over and slaps my ass. I scramble onto all fours, presenting myself.
I peer over my shoulder, and meet his glowing yellow eyes.
He drives home, digging his fingers into my hips as he forces my face onto the destroyed nest on top of my bed. Fisting the sheets, I rock back and forth, matching his frenzied pace. My belly tightens.
“That’s it. Take it like a good girl.” Our bodies slap together, and the bed rocks. I turn and find Bo watching me. He licks his lips and, captures my mouth hungrily.
Head spinning, I suckle his tongue, crying into his mouth as Cad drives into me. The sounds of us coming together are lewd and sloppy. He hits a spot that makes me see stars. I pull away from Bo to scream.
“Get ready for my knot, Brat.”
I bite the sheet as the intense pressure hits and my body yields.
He locks into place and lights dance behind my eyelids as he floods me. He sinks his teeth deep into my neck.
Spent, my limbs turn to noodles. I rest my head on the pillow.
“Sit up, Princess. You need to eat.” Pulled from sleep, I stare at Bo. My eyes wide when I find Bo beside the bed with a plate full of cheese, fruit, and crackers.
“Too tired.”
“You need to keep up your strength,” Kirk insists.
Groaning, I let Kirk help me sit up. Heat can last up to a week. That’s a long time to go even with fuel.
“Have some water first.” Fell offers me a cup with a straw.
I accept the cool water. It soothes my parched mouth and throat.
Bo feeds me slices of strawberries. Humming, I enjoy the adoration shining in his brown eyes as my energy returns.
“You’re so good, eating what your mates provide for you,” Bo croons.
I moan. Mates Good. Mates take care of me.
“I’m all done.” I push the plate away.
“Time to clean you off, Princess.” Bo lifts me and carries me into the bathroom.
The candlelight bouncing off the walls of the creating a peaceful environment. I snuggle against him, cozy, and content. Fluffy suds fill the tub Cadoc is waiting in.
Cadoc gives a roguish grin. “Join me.”
“You didn’t have to do this.” I hold on to Bo’s neck.
“Only the best for our mate,” Cadoc voice is full of pride.
“In you go. I’m not sure how long this reprieve will last,” Kirk reminds us.
Bo lowers me into the tub. The warm water eases my stiffness, and I sigh. I won’t expect this
to be my future, but I’ll count it as a perk of mating. Two down and two more to go.
“How is she?” Cadoc’s lower rumble pulls me from the darkness.
“Better. The fever broke.”
“I know you’re awake, Brat. Why don’t you come on over and join us?”
I toss the comforter away and leave the bed, wearing nothing but Kirk’s shirt.
Sultry with hints of citrus and herbs, our mating scent fills the room. I like the way we blend. I inhale it, calming as the hungry need inside of me remains dormant.
Appeased, for now, the she-wolf is silent. The shirt slips over my shoulder, baring my skin to Cadoc’s hungry gaze.
“Happy to see you on your feet.”
