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“Yes…”

His words seemed to give her permission, as her eyes closed and her focus went within.

“Come inside you?” I felt like my eyes were flicking all over Maddie’s body because Crash’s fingers were now playing lazily with her clit. My research made me think she’d be too sensitive for that, but her hips arched up in answer before her mouth did.

“Ye-es…?” She wasn’t entirely sure, so Crash’s fingers pinched her clit instead. “Oh yes… Yes… Yes, Crash, please.”

“I knew you’d say that so fucking prettily,” Razor said, grabbing a shot glass full of tequila and drinking it down. “So very pretty.” His focus shifted to Crash. “Work us in hard, deep, as far as you can go, so every bear shifter who comes within ten feet of her knows.” He caressed her throat gently, right as she cried out her pleasure, coming a second time. “You’re gonna take our cum deep soon, sweetness. We’re gonna fill you up until you’re spilling over, and then we’ll give you some more.”

“Yes…” she sobbed, to pleasure, to his idea, to us, I didn’t know, and right now I didn’t care. I moved forward and collected her up into my arms as soon as the last wave of ecstasy wracked her.

“That’s it, mate,” Bjorn said with a nod. “Hold her close and hold her tight during the come down. Everyone’s feeling a bit fucking fragile right now.”

“And amazing.” Crash looked thoroughly blissed out. “Fucking amazing.”

“Here’s to many more amazing nights.” Razor passed around shots of tequila, but I shook my head. I had all the buzz I needed holding her. I just hoped this wasn’t a one off thing.

Chapter 28

“Maddie!”

The next day I was supposed to be working on a complex case, the client in question having some interesting ideas about what could and couldn’t be done with a family trust. These sorts of things, where I had to comb through someone else’s financial decisions and then see whether or not they lined up with tax law, were never much fun. So while my eyes glazed over as I stared at the screen, looking at the client’s books was understandable, the reason why wasn’t.

Their hands on me, touching me like I belonged to each one of them, spreading me open and then devouring me hungrily. The sensation of getting Razor off as each of the others did their level best to make sure I joined him. I felt the beard rash Hawk had left on my thighs in my morning shower, my hand hovering over the soap, almost not daring to scrub myself clean. Because each one of them had marked me in the most primal of ways, and if I let my mind wander for a second, I’d feel it all over again.

Razor’s gentle grip turning to iron as he held my head still, right as his cock jumped in my mouth, unloading blast after blast of hot, salty cum. The others working their cocks, forming a sexual honour guard around me and celebrating with what felt like a twenty one gun salute of cum splattering my skin. Then Crash massaging it into me, sliding over my oversensitive clit until it stopped being so sensitive and was just awesome. And Hawk holding me tight, making me feel not just branded, claimed, possessed, but precious as well… A small smile formed on my lips as I felt that memory rather than recalled it, all the way through my—

“Earth to Maddie.”

I jumped, the sudden appearance of Mal not fitting with the fantasy world I was marinating in. That was important because I wasn’t in the guys’ bar, but here.

“Shit, Mal, I didn’t see you there.”

It felt like there was a whole other side of me that had somehow slipped out, and the girl in the leather jacket and jeans? She had no place in this office. I blinked and straightened up, trying to collect myself, as Mal’s eagle eyes caught everything.

“No, you didn’t.” A lazy smile spread across her face. “You weren’t seeing your screen either, or the email I just sent you.”

“Was there something I missed?” I frantically grabbed my mouse, navigating over to my inbox.

“Oh my god, your eyes weren’t just glazing over because the French family trust is a clusterfuck of epic proportions.” She peered more closely at me. “You’ve got the dick dumbs.”

“What?”

“Kinda like being cunt struck, but the other way around,” she said, closing my office door, then plopping down in a chair. “Soo… what the hell did you get up to last night dressed up as biker Barbie?”

“We went to a bar—”

“No, no.” She waved a hand in front of me. “You don’t get that look on your face from just having over priced rum and Cokes at some bar.” Mal leaned closer. “So what happened?”

I shouldn’t be talking about this at work, and certainly not on company time. It wasn’t even lunchtime, but the smile on my face returned all too easily, and that’s when she knew.

“You…” She pointed her finger at me. “You had fucking sex!”

“Shut the fuck up!” I hissed, as if one of the senior members of staff were walking past my door.

“You had fucking sex!” Her tone had dropped down into a theatrical whisper.

“Um, noo…”

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