Page 138 of Mated to the Wolves

“Unless you want that?” I catch hints of whiskey as he speaks. He pinches a taut bud and I gasp.

“Don’t move.”

He slices through my clothing and the blood rushes in my ears. His voice is midnight velvet, wrapping around me.

“I think she likes the thrill,” Bo steps behind me, pulling off the remains of my outerwear and throwing them to the floor.

Cupping my breasts in his warm hands, flicking my nipples. I stand before him on display. His smoldering gaze makes my heart flutter. Bo teases the pulse point in my neck with his thumb.

“Hear how excited she is?” Bo turns me to face Fell. “She wants everything we plan to do to her.”

Unbinding my hair, he fluffs my curls.

Fell licks his lips, watching me like a man starved.

“This is how I dreamed about you. Untamed.” He winds his fingers in my hair and pulls. I arch my back.

“An unbroken wild thing only I can control.”

“You don’t.”

“Hmm?” Bo kicks my feet apart. “We’ll see which gives first. Your pride or the demands of your needy little pussy.” He releases my hair and rakes his claws down my inner thigh. I tilt my head back, moaning.

“Yl.” Fell’s voice cracks.

“On your knees. You deserve to beg her after you abandoned her.”

Fell looks between Bo and myself. Tonight is about completing the bond between the three of us.

“Tell him, Princess. Tonight, you’re going to be worshipped.”

I remain silent, refusing to yield to Bo’s demands.

Bo parts my lower lips, gathering my slick with his thumb without touching me where I need him most.

“Tell him you want him to apologize properly.” Bo presses his thumb into my clit. I shiver.

“Tell him, or I’ll stop.” He removes his thumb, and I protest.

“I want it.”

“Good girl.” Bo kisses my temple. “We’re going to lance this wound.” Pushing my panties to the side, he circles my entrance and penetrates me with the tip of his thumb. I contract around him, and he chuckles.

“Not yet. Show her how sorry you are,” Bo barks. I cream at his tone.

Fell sinks to his knees before me. Bo removes his hand. Fell darts forward, latching onto my swollen clit and I moan.

Pinching and tugging my nipples between his fingers, Bo and Fell bombard my senses. Fell thrusts his tongue inside me and I rock against his face.

“That’s it. Use him for your pleasure.” Bo’s husky directions push me over the edge and I shatter like glass on a tile floor, scattering to all corners of a room. Fell slurps my release, and thrusts two fingers inside, curving them to rub against the front of my walls. Despite my explosion, he’s already winding me back up. Moaning, I lean against Bo.

“I like you like this, rising high on pleasure and so very obedient.” He tilts my neck and bends to capture my lips. I suck his tongue and roll my hips, rubbing against the thick length pressed against my ass and back into Fell’s mouth.

Pulling back, I cry out. A second orgasm hits. Fell sinks his teeth into my inner thigh. The sharp pain yields to intense pleasure. I grip his hair tight, riding out the waves of bliss. He licks at the wound, sealing it closed.

He’s marked me as his own. The bond snaps into place and the severe animosity I once held with Fell fades. A new understanding flows between us. The soul-deep sorrow that leaving me caused isn’t cured by a long shot, but it is lessened.

A wall remains firmly in place around the secret he can’t share. Distracted by the block, I frown.

---