Page 22 of Bond & Protect

Fuck, accepting that and knowing it, is kinda awesome. I feel good about it. It might be one of those things that other people don’t understand, but I don’t need them to. This is about me and my happiness, and I have to admit that I have never felt as happy as this.

Eventually, Liam pulls me back onto his lap, claiming me alone for a moment, but he doesn’t take control of the situation. I’m the one who has all the power here. I can feel it surging through my veins. This is the best I have ever felt.

I roll back onto him, sliding him deep inside of me, but my craving for Elias doesn’t go anywhere. I need him to, so I edge forwards until I’m on my hands and knees on the bed. The closer I am to Elias, the better this feels and the bigger the grin on my face.

Elias comes towards me too. He kisses me at first, pressing his lips against me with deep passion. Liam continues thrusting inside me as I kiss him, which is too exciting for words. I know this isn’t like me, this isn’t who I ever thought I would become, but this also feels right.

Maybe this has always been me and I just never had the chance to explore this side of me before. Thank God I ended up here, so I can see who I truly am.

Slowly, my lips travel down Elias’s body with a bit of help from him. He moves up to where I can see him throbbing with desire. Once I get hold of his cock, still with Liam thrusting deep within me from behind, I press a kiss lightly to his tip.

“Fucking hell, Mila,” Elias growls as his eyes fall closed with desire. “You can’t tease me. This has been coming for way too long. I need you, and you need me.”

He’s right. I would love to spend all morning teasing him and driving him insane, but that isn’t going to happen. We both have way too much desire for one another. So, I part my lips wide and I slide him all the way to the back of my throat, taking all of him in. My lips stretch around him, and eagerly I slide him to the back of my throat, loving the feel of both men within me. The thrusts coming from Liam almost control the way my lips slide up and down Elias’s cock. But my tongue swirling all around him, trying to taste every single part of him, is all me.

My moans of delight vibrate along his cock. Liam is making sure he hits all the right spots as he fucks me just right. How does Liam seem to understand my body even better than I do myself? It’s crazy. I don’t understand it, but I absolutely love it.

Surprisingly, Elias erupts first, the magnitude of our mating round finally getting the better of him. His sweet, salty seed fills my mouth, sliding down my throat deliciously. He tastes good. Real good. I didn’t know it was possible for it to feel this good…

I collapse face first onto the bed as me and Liam explode together. I scream into the pillow, grateful that I’m not drawing the monster’s attention our way simply because I can’t control myself. Fucking hell, the endless waves of orgasm are off the scale, absolutely overwhelming. I feel like I’m being swallowed up whole by the pleasure and I’m drowning in bliss.

It’s gorgeous, glorious, beautiful. I didn’t even know if it was possible to feel this good. These men have shown me some incredible new ways for me to feel and I love it. I adore this.

I never want this to end, I think desperately to myself as arms wrap around me. I don’t even know whose arms, but it really doesn’t matter. They all mean the world to me. I never want to leave this place. This is where I’m meant to be. In this lovely town.

I don’t want to trouble myself with scary thoughts of love just yet, but I might be headed there. I might be falling for all of these men equally… now that I know I can. One day I’ll deal with all of those feelings, but not quite yet. For now, I need to just take this one step at a time.

9

ELIAS

Thank God for Liam. I honestly don’t know what we would do without him. He’s so smart in ways that none of the rest of us are. He seems to see things in the ways that we can’t. I don’t think any of us would have considered a mating round had it not been for Liam.

I don’t know how it would have ended up, but I can’t imagine it would’ve been good. Now I’m walking around with a smile on my face, knowing that things can only get better from here. Of course, we still have a lot of drama to contend with, but I feel so much better knowing full well that we will somehow make this work. I’m sure that Mila wants to stick around now, and that gives us a chance to explore what we are.

I sit at the table in the middle of the cabin and drum my fingers impatiently. I was more than happy to sit here, watch Mila, and make sure she’s okay, but now I want to know what’s going on with the other guys. I want to see where there are.

Liam went back to the hospital because he’s scheduled to work there, I know that much, and afterward, he’ll meet the pack elders to see what’s happening with the wolf who didn’t have a smell when me and Amos found him. That’s something we all need information on. But the other two… they are out in the forest, looking for The Rift and looking for the monster as well. I don’t know if they’ve had any luck at all. It’s hard.

“Why is this table always so annoying?” I mutter to myself as it shakes once more. This has been our pack’s safe house for generations. Someone should have got something new. I know it hasn’t been used very much, but still… this whole place needs a clean up.

Before I go on a mad mission of cleaning up the whole cabin, which I definitely intend to do at some point, I lean down to check what’s wrong with the table. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed this book shoved underneath one of the legs before. What’s that supposed to do?

I tut and roll my eyes, pulling it out. There’s no need for this. We can fix it up, right? Spend a bit of time making it better as Mila has to stay here. Starting with this table. I could probably make something better than this, but my carpentry skills aren’t great.

With irritation surging through my veins, I flick through the yellowing pages to see handwritten notes inside. It’s only after a couple of moments that I realize I know this hand writing. I have seen this before, in letters my grandfather has written to me. Is this his?

‘We have been hiding out here for what feels like weeks now because of the monster…’

“Oh my God.” I spot other words relating to The Rift, which makes my heart skip a few beats. “Wait, I didn’t know this. He fought the monster? I thought it was all just stories.”

I don’t go too deeply into any of the journal entries because I don’t know where to begin. But this definitely might be something useful to us. I don’t know if it will, but we can surely read it as a group and see what my grandfather did. See if they solved this problem.

If the monster has only just come back to us, then maybe my grandfather did something to get rid of it. It might not have been a permanent solution, but I will take any advice right now. We definitely need whatever we can get to keep us moving. It isn’t like we’re doing great alone…

A chill races down my spine as I think about what it’s like to be in the monster's presence. The way it seemed to strip me of everything that made me who I am and left me completely numb… that was horrible. I haven’t talked to the others about that sensation yet because I don’t quite know how to describe it, but I can’t help but wonder if they felt it. If my grandfather felt it too. How did he fight that? Because I was almost ready to give up instantly. Pathetic, I know. But I couldn’t help it. That is something I need to overcome before we destroy it.

I put the book down because I need a moment. I need to be really ready before I read anything inside. I need to have my mind sorted out so I can really embrace everything. So I do everything else I need to do. I clear my mind by finally tackling the cleaning of the cabin. Not something I’m looking forward to, but something I absolutely need to tackle. I just know I have to.

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