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“Ah ah ah, none of that.” Bo taps my temples. “Turn your brain off. We’re not done with you yet.”

“Go sit on the couch, Fell.”

Bo nips my lips.

“I’m going to let him warm you up because I won’t be gentle.” He slaps my ass, nudging me forward.

I stalk to Fell. Stripped down, he’s stroking his thick length and watching me with a heated gaze that makes me feel like a queen.

“Come here,” he growls.

Reaching him, I climb onto the couch, straddling his lap. I sink onto him in a reverse cowgirl. His fat cock splits me in two. Digging my nails into his thighs, I lean back against him. I rise, crying out as he slams home.

He presses me over the arm of the couch. Bo approaches, stroking his hard-on. I admire his thick girth and the veins running down it. He offers me the tip.

I gather the droplets with my tongue. Bo drives into my mouth and I cry out, choking. Tears leak. Opening my throat, I ride the wave and they find a rhythm.

Filled to the brim, my walls flutter. Bo grips my hair tight. I clamp around Fell, choking around Bo. He fills my mouth and I swallow him down as Fell slams home one last time flooding me with his spray.

Stepping away, Bo bends down and sinks his teeth into my neck. The claim completes a circuit. Mating bond in place, my body convulses as I wail.

I struggle to catch my breath. Our wolves greet one another and the bond settles. Bo licks the tears from my face.

“You’re mine now, Princess.”

Fell kisses my cheek. “Ours.”

“Ours,” Bo amends his statement.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you agree on anything.” Laughter bubbles free. They join in, and we steal a moment of joy before we have to enter a new battlefront.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

We arrive at the lion’s den full of enemies, the Alpha’s home. Applause and the flash of cameras overwhelm my senses. Blinded, and overstimulated, I pause mid-step in the entryway of the stone mansion seated on several acres.

Batting my lashes, I struggle to process the crush of people surrounding us in a semi-circle.

“Finally, the honored guests have arrived.” Alpha’s voice carries over the noise. People who’ve sneered at me my entire life cheer like mindless puppets.

Made of well-dressed high-ranking pack members, the assembly in front of us makes sense for the ritual, but not a dinner.

The boys close rank, moving in closer. Cadoc steps in front of me, taking the lead.

Ever the diplomat, Cadoc remains calm. “We appreciate the welcome, but I think we’ve missed something.”

“It’s your mating celebration. We thought we’d surprise you.” A smirk accompanies the flash of triumph in his eyes. The manipulation infuriates me. I clasp my hands behind my back to keep them from curling into fists.

The hammer’s dropped and we’re momentarily stunned by his heavy blow.

“We’re honored.” Bo recovers first, always the politician’s son.

“When we saw how quickly you were acclimating it seemed the right thing to do.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to contain my turbulent emotions. Smoothing the expression from my face, I focus on appearing neutral.

What is Alpha gaining by blindsiding us? Is this a power trip or something more sinister?

“Because your mate has such little family left.”

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