Page 40 of Wolf Crowned

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t breathe.

I did as he asked, letting my nipples graze over Sawyer’s chest. The sensation sent a ripple of heat scorching through me.

Lincoln robbed his member against my opening and then slowly slid the tip in and then his entire length, taking care to not go too fast so I could adjust to both of them at the same time.

I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have them both stretch me so perfectly. I never wanted this to end.

Lincoln rubbed my butt with his palm before giving it a light pat. “How are you doing, sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Luna, yes.” I was on cloud nine. I rocked slowly, making us all groan. Oh my, I could stay like this forever with their cocks buried in my core.

I rolled my hips at the same time Lincoln thrust. Sawyer came up and caught my lips. We moved together in perfect synchrony like we’d done this a million times.

Sawyer deepened his kiss, and he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He quickened his pace, pushing me harder and faster. Lincoln joined in too, rolling his hips in time with my thrust, creating a beautiful friction.

I had already come twice, but they’d been nothing like the current orgasm building inside me. My body was taught. Lincoln and Sawyer thrust against me in unison. Sawyer grabbed my breast at the same time Lincoln smacked my rear and I came undone.

I came with both their names a tangled mess on my lips. They climaxed with me, spilling their seed inside me. I fell on top of Sawyer, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Lincoln sandwiched me between them, kissing my ear.

He licked my earlobe. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Hmmm.” I couldn’t form a coherent thought to save my life.

This moment was perfect. I could lay in my mates' arms like this for an eternity.

But the moment ended and in the worst possible way.

Sawyer grunted, sputtering and coughing. He gasped.

I pushed up. Alarm bells ringing in my head. “Sawyer?”

Lincoln scrambled off me, and I rolled away from Sawyer to give him space to breathe.

Blood blossomed on his chest, creating a river that trickled onto the bedsheets.

I cried out, my hand flying to my mouth. “Sawyer!”

What the hell was happening?

He disappeared. The only thing left where he’d been was the warmth of the sheets and his blood.

Fifteen

Sawyer

Searing hot pain ripped through my chest as my connection with Sloane and Lincoln was severed. I blinked my eyes open and groaned.

I clapped my palm against my chest. Liquid warmth seeped between my fingers and I lifted my hand. Blood coated my palm.

Movement caught my eye. Fiona leaned over me, her eyes daggers of accusation.

What the? I scrambled across the bed, almost falling off the other side.

I grasped my comforter and hauled it to my chest, trying to staunch the bleeding. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”

If this was some ploy to get with me yet again, then she was going to be sorry.

She glanced at her hand, a sickening fascination crossing over her features, before she popped one finger in her mouth and sucked the blood off it. “I wanted to surprise you.”

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