Page 101 of Mated to the Wolves

“You okay?” Kirk brushes my hair away from my face.

Finally able to think clearly, I blink and smile.

“More than.”

“You took it so well, Brat.” Cadoc kisses my forehead.

For the first time, we feel like a five-part harmony. Our connection hums.

“I got you water.” Fell kisses my thigh and holds a water bottle to my lips.

I drink, and Bo caresses my cheek. My lids grow heavy. Sniffing, I chase his hand, seeking his scent, until he moves his wrist back to me. I nuzzle the gland in his wrist, feeling drunk off him.

“Rest, Beautiful. You’re going to need it,” Kirk whispers. Nestled among my mates, I slip under a blanket of sleep.

Throbbing, and needy, I wake up in a pool of desire, rubbing my thighs together.

“It hurts.”

“I know, Brat. I’ve got you.” Cadoc parts my legs with his powerful hands and wedges himself between my legs. He drives all nine inches of his cock to the hilt and I buck off the bed.

“Harder,” I plead. He slips out and I scream.

“Quiet, Brat.” He flips me over and slaps my ass. I scramble onto all fours, presenting myself.

I peer over my shoulder, and meet his glowing yellow eyes.

He drives home, digging his fingers into my hips as he forces my face onto the destroyed nest on top of my bed. Fisting the sheets, I rock back and forth, matching his frenzied pace. My belly tightens.

“That’s it. Take it like a good girl.” Our bodies slap together, and the bed rocks. I turn and find Bo watching me. He licks his lips and, captures my mouth hungrily.

Head spinning, I suckle his tongue, crying into his mouth as Cad drives into me. The sounds of us coming together are lewd and sloppy. He hits a spot that makes me see stars. I pull away from Bo to scream.

“Get ready for my knot, Brat.”

I bite the sheet as the intense pressure hits and my body yields.

He locks into place and lights dance behind my eyelids as he floods me. He sinks his teeth deep into my neck.

Spent, my limbs turn to noodles. I rest my head on the pillow.

“Sit up, Princess. You need to eat.” Pulled from sleep, I stare at Bo. My eyes wide when I find Bo beside the bed with a plate full of cheese, fruit, and crackers.

“Too tired.”

“You need to keep up your strength,” Kirk insists.

Groaning, I let Kirk help me sit up. Heat can last up to a week. That’s a long time to go even with fuel.

“Have some water first.” Fell offers me a cup with a straw.

I accept the cool water. It soothes my parched mouth and throat.

Bo feeds me slices of strawberries. Humming, I enjoy the adoration shining in his brown eyes as my energy returns.

“You’re so good, eating what your mates provide for you,” Bo croons.

I moan. Mates Good. Mates take care of me.

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