Page 45 of Shadow Spirit

As Greg continued to kiss her and play with her nipples, Decker’s cock seemed to double in size inside of her. He rammed into her, sinking his shaft as deep as he could get it and waiting for a moment before his cum began to stream into her. Decker ground his hips against her ass, holding her close, pumping his seed deep into her body. Her sheath began to pulse in time to his release so that it, too, worked to catch his semen as deeply within her as it could.

When at last he finished, he collapsed on her back for only a moment before leaning on the floor with his fist, taking his weight from her as he kissed the nape of her neck.

At the same time, Greg kissed her mouth again.

Decker uncoupled from her gently, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to their bed.

“Don’t think that means you’re out of trouble, because you’re not,” he growled, lying down next to her on one side of the big bed.

Greg rolled up into a standing position. “Not by a long shot,” he said as he scooted in behind her.

“But maybe combined with my apology to both of you for leaving you out, you’ll take it easy on me.”

Both Greg and Decker chuckled. Exhaustion, fear and physical exertion combined to claim her as she settled down between them, both men maintaining contact with her body. She knew they’d still be growly, and she imagined she’d be sore come morning, but she’d never felt as sated, content and loved in her life. Adriana knew she belonged, not just to this place or to the Shadow Sisters, but to the two fated mates destiny had given her.

GREG

St. Piran’s Abbey

Several Weeks Later

No one had seen nor had any report of Eoghan O’Shea since he’d fled from the battle. The Ruling Council had been forced to act and had disbanded his pack and declared O’Shea outlaw. A sense of peace had begun to steal over the abbey in the same way the dawn was creeping over the horizon.

Greg realized his wedding day had finally arrived. The journey that had started that horrible day on the battlefield when Oliver Halsey had chosen to save his life, turning him from man to wolf, was now coming full circle. Nestled between him and a man he now considered closer than a brother was the woman they both loved. Later today they would make their triad an acknowledged union but only for a moment before the three became four as they formally adopted Erin.

He nuzzled her awake. “I can’t wait to make you officially ours.”

“That makes two of us,” rumbled Decker, drawing her close. “Have I told you this morning how very much I love you? I’m even willing to put up with the overly protective nature of our mutual mate.”

Adriana smiled but didn’t open her eyes.

“You do know that, right?” said Greg. “I can’t totally speak for the brawny part of this triad of ours, but you are deeply loved by us both.”

“What he said,” mumbled Decker.

“Well, that’s good, because if you didn’t, I wouldn’t put up with either of you and would have Erin practicing turning you into toads. Now get out of here so I can get dressed. Apparently, according to Brie and Erin, I am not getting away with a quick ceremony before we head to Crete for an amazing honeymoon.”

Kissing her shoulder, Decker rolled up into a sitting position on his side of the bed. “I almost feel sorry for how many times you’re going to be fucked and knotted while we are away.”

Greg chuckled. While both of them slept with her, ever since their return to the abbey, they had refrained from participating in sex together. He and Decker had decided they would reserve that until after their bonding ceremony. Each man gave the other his privacy and time alone with her.

Greg had expected to feel somewhat left out when Decker chose to knot and tie Adriana to him, but he’d found the male half of their triad to be surprisingly kind and inclusive. Greg had no desire to share the actual knotting of Adriana by Decker, but both Decker and Adriana had begun inviting Greg to join them during the time they were tied together. It was deeply intimate, and Greg wondered if he would have been as generous.

He, too, rose from their bed and waited until Decker had emerged from their bath before getting showered and dressed. Adriana was still drowsily luxuriating in their bed when there was a knock on the door and Decker opened it to allow Brie to enter.

“Out, both of you,” ordered Brie. “Erin is waiting for you down in the dining hall with strict instructions to keep you out of the way and deliver you to the ceremony site at the appointed time. And don’t you dare look at her. You’re not even supposed to see her on her wedding day, much less in her dress.”

Adriana peeked out at them from beneath the covers and mouthed the words, ‘save me.’

“I heard that,” snapped Brie.

“She’s so bossy,” complained Adriana. “Tell me again why I can’t just change her into a toad for the day?”

Greg laughed. “You think she’s bad? Wait until Roz and Liza get here later today. Liza isn’t too bad, but Oliver’s mate is hell-on-wheels.” He turned to Decker. “By the way, I promised Roz you’d let her ride one of the Ducatis and take her for a quick tour.”

Brie hustled them both out of the room with Adriana threatening retribution down the link.

Later that day, Greg and Decker stood at what had become the clan’s favored ceremonial site—out along the edge of the headland with the sea crashing below, threatening to drown out the Celtic harp that announced their bride had arrived and was set to walk down the aisle to them. Decker, in a romantic gesture Greg wished he’d thought of, had dispatched the newest recruit to the Shadow Sisters—a falcon-shifter named Mercy—up to Ireland to collect Irish wildflowers for Adriana’s bouquet: broom, elder and dog roses. They were the perfect complement to her dress.

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