Page 30 of Shadow Spirit

Decker left, and Adriana turned to look at him again, her residual anger bubbling down the link.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You should be able to expect better of Decker and me. Especially me.”

“How do you figure that?” she asked.

“Decker is an alpha. Possessive, jealous, and dominant kind of come with the job. I should know better.”

She leaned over, her lips hovering over his. “I’ve discovered with male wolves that possessive and dominant are part and parcel of who they are. You have no need to be jealous of me and Decker any more than he has of me and you. And he’s right—he’s gone out on patrol, and we’re all alone in this nice big bed with no clothes on.”

He chuckled softly as he put his lips on hers, relishing the way Adriana seemed to just sort of melt into him. She snaked her hand under the covers and wrapped it around his cock. She ran her hand from the base of his cock up to its head and back down again, squeezing lightly, making him groan with pleasure. Decker was right, Greg had nothing to be jealous of. Sharing Adriana would be a lifelong exploration of pleasure.

“A little harder, sweetheart.”

He groaned as she gripped him a little more firmly, applying the most perfect pressure. As she pumped his cock, she lifted her face to his and he leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues tangled and danced as he pushed her onto her back, nudging her legs apart and settling himself at her core. She was wet and ripe. He lined his cock up and pressed deep, loving the way she breathed in as he got inside her. Her pussy seemed to open up and draw his cock deeper.

Adriana’s legs went around his waist and her head fell back. He pulled back and thrust in again, gritting his teeth and growling low from the intense pleasure he took in fucking her. Over and over, he repeated the process, pulling back before stroking back in. He knew at that moment he would never get enough of her and understood what Decker meant about marking her as his own. He’d never wanted to bite a she-wolf; never felt his fangs elongate, but he could feel them trying to. Decker was right. They had to do it sooner rather than later, and it had to be done together.

He angled down and managed to hit her clit every single time he drove in. Adriana moaned in a continuous keen until she cried out, her pussy clamping down on him, setting off his own climax. He could hear the waves crashing below them as pleasure rocked them both to their core. As he started to come down from the orgasmic high, he tried to re-establish normal breathing.

He’d planned to drag her into the shower and fuck her in there, as well. He’d just rolled out of bed and had extended his hand to her, when there was a knock on the door, and without waiting for any kind of acknowledgment, Colby stepped inside.

“Okay, you people have got to start locking doors. I’m alpha, and I lock my bedroom door. Greg, I need your assistance. Good morning, Adriana, you’re looking quite beautiful this morning.” Colby waited for a moment, looked at Adriana and then back at Greg.

“She has sharp elbows, and I’m pretty sure Brie knows more ways to kill you than you know how to die,” quipped Greg.

Colby laughed and left them alone.

“He isn’t wrong,” said Adriana.

“No, he’s not,” Greg said, going into their closet, getting dressed and re-entering their room. Adriana climbed out of the bed and sauntered over to him.

“But what if my need is greater than his?” she asked.

“It isn’t,” he said, smacking her backside and making her jump. “Behave yourself. It looks like they set up your computer in the sitting room. Why don’t you keep seeing what you can find on O’Shea or this whole triad bond.”

“Triad bond?”

“It seems like it should have some kind of name. We can’t call it a mate bond because there are more than two of us or a pair bonding for the same reason.”

“Triad bond or pairing. I like that. I could go with you.”

“No, sweetheart, you can’t. I do need to focus on patients and whatever it is Colby wants.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss and started to leave. “Wait, are you frightened and don’t want to be alone?”

“Would you believe me if I lied to you?”

“Probably, so don’t do it, okay?”

“Okay. I guess this is part of being mated to a warrior and a doctor—both of you have jobs that mean that sometimes I just need to take a cold shower and suck it up.”

Greg chuckled. “Yeah, sometimes.”

Greg trotted down the stairs, only to find Colby waiting for him in the foyer. He inclined his head towards his study. Greg followed Colby into his office and took a seat next to him on the leather loveseat. Colby unrolled a scroll that appeared to be made of ancient parchment.

“Take a look at this. Wordsworth found it early this morning. Do you read early Celtic?” Greg shook his head. “Then I’ll save you some trouble. Basically, it says we need to secure this weird mate bond…”

“We decided to call it the triad bond.”

Colby grinned. “We need to secure the triad bond sooner rather than later. Wordsworth thinks that O’Shea is some kind of dark power that is rising and could take over the world—doing what the Shadow League has been wanting to do for centuries. Supposedly the last time it tried to rise, there was a mate triad that stepped in and stopped it. From what Wordsworth can tell, it is only this triad of yours that can stop it.”

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