Page 17 of Shadow Spirit

“Please,” she breathed out.

The corners of his mouth lifted in a half-smile filled with promise before his lips crushed against hers. The kiss unleashed the maelstrom that had been brewing and cleared away any remnants of restraint. In this moment, there were only the two of them as the heat of their bodies entwined with the thundering pulse of desire that demanded fulfillment.

He covered her with his body as his cock pressed against her entrance. With a gentle but firm push, he entered her, evoking a soft gasp from her throat. Her snug pussy quivered up and down his length, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through him.

“Greg…” The word was a sigh, a prayer, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper.

He began to move within her, each thrust punctuated by a shared breath, a shared heartbeat. There was no awkwardness between them, no uncertainty. They moved in sync, a dance as old as time, yet as fresh as the new desire blooming between them. The world outside this room ceased to exist. Nothing could touch them here, not the shadows of the present or any doubts they carried over from their pasts. Her arms wrapped around his body as their souls entwined, making him feel as if they were invincible.

He quickened the pace, driving harder and faster, a crescendo of motion and sensation that spiraled tighter with every thrust. The heat of her body seared against his, a strong and steady inferno that caught them up and both consumed and restored them both. Greg couldn’t remember a time since he had awakened as a wolf that he’d felt more alive or in tune with the universe.

Adriana clung to him, her fingers digging into the cords of muscle along his back, each movement driving them both closer to the edge.

“Greg,” she gasped, her voice hitching as the building pleasure spiraled within her. With every stroke, he hit a depth that sent stars bursting behind her closed eyelids.

“Let go, Adriana,” he urged, his breath hot against her ear as he nuzzled her, a kind of urgent whisper that wove through the haze of his senses. “I’ve got you.”

And then, as if his words were the key to releasing the lock, the tension snapped. The explosion of bliss was blinding, all-consuming. His body shook with the force of it as he ground against her, waves of ecstasy rolling through him in a relentless tide. Adriana cried out as her pussy clamped down, a sound that echoed off the walls, raw and full of wonder.

“God, yes…” Greg groaned, his own release coinciding with hers.

He shuddered as he pumped his seed into her. His body tensed in powerful spasms until he collapsed, giving her his weight and finding contentment and fulfillment in the way they fit together. Lying beneath him, he held her close, feeling the aftershocks tremble through them both. A profound stillness enveloped the room, their mingled breaths the only sound. Her heartbeat pulsed against his chest, a drumbeat that matched his own.

In that moment, he realized she was every bit as much his sanctuary as he was hers. Maybe it was that way for Decker, as well. They each needed something different from her, and she needed what both of them could offer.

It wasn’t the usual way of things, but Greg dared to hope. Maybe this was the start of never being alone again, of truly belonging, not just to a clan or pack but to the other half of his soul. Maybe, just maybe, they could hold on to this connection—the three of them—this perfect, unguarded unity that seemed too intense to be anything but fate.

“Stay with me,” she whispered into the quiet, her voice barely there but still heavy with unspoken desire. “Never let me go.”

“Always,” he answered, his lips tracing the curve of her shoulder, sealing the vow.

CHAPTER 9

GREG

Snuggling closer, Adriana chuckled. “Could we fix it so we don’t have people walking in on us? This morning… or should I even talk about that? This is weird.”

Greg chuckled. “No more for you than for Decker and me, and I’m sure there will be some who think three is a really interesting number. And you can talk to me about anything.”

“Colby said he’s never heard of a she-wolf having two fated mates at the same time.”

“Me, either. And I know Skylar Granger. She’s had two, but the first one died before the second one appeared on the scene many years later.”

“You know the women of Bae Diogel?” Greg nodded as he rolled up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, laying his hand on her hip. “One of the first things I learned as a she-wolf was who they were and how much they were despised.”

Bae Diogel was the all female pack led by the legendary Skylar Granger. She and her pack had lived off the radar from the male-dominated wolf-shifter society for a number of years before the Ruling Council had moved against them and disbanded the pack.

“By some, yes, but they are an amazing group of women. If I leave you here, in my room and not in the exam room, will you try and just get some rest? You’ve really been put through a ringer: turned against your will, a number of abductions and escapes, summoning the banshees—that can’t be easy—and now dealing with two fated mates…”

“You seem far more comfortable with all of this than Decker.”

“It actually, especially given your vision, makes some sense, and I think you’re right, this will probably be harder on Decker than me. Alphas are overly protective and possessive of their mates. Sharing you with me has to go against every fiber of his being.”

“So you would give me up?” she asked.

Greg laughed. “I may not be an alpha, but I can be just as much of an overprotective and possessive alphahole as Decker.”

Adriana laughed. “Good to know, and yes, I’m a bit done in. The fact is, I’m exhausted, and this is the first time I’ve felt truly relaxed, at peace, and safe since my coven rejected me.”

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