Page 44 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

She shrugs. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done something questionable, and I could do worse.”

She motions to us as if to say having sex with us wouldn’t be so bad. I’d be offended if I wasn’t so fucking turned on.

I give her one last chance to change her mind because I know it’s not her speaking. It’s the heat. Her lust is driving her to do things she’d normally think through first. I want to make sure she understands there’s no going back. Once the mate bond is complete, we’ll be inseparable.

“Say you give consent to us claiming you,” I instruct her.

She swallows, then breathes out. “I willingly give you permission to do whatever the hell you want to me. Fuck me, pleasure me, and even leave bruises if you want. I don’t care. Just end my agony!”

Whether it’s the heat or not, I can’t control myself or my bison any longer. I decide to take her word on it and turn to Connor.

“You can’t claim her until you pull your bison back, so get it together now.”

By the time we’re done with her, she’ll be so high on her orgasm that it won’t matter if she said yes because of the need coursing through her veins or not. She’ll be ours forever.

Chapter

Ten

CONNOR

I’m glad Grant’s here, and maybe that’s why we’re destined to share a mate. We keep each other from making stupid mistakes. I never want to hurt Reece.

Unfortunately, I’m not as good at controlling my bison as Grant is. He’s always the one who keeps me in line when my bison tries to take over. And while bison have a tendency to be laid back, they’re still wild animals that have baser instinct: to roam, release stress or anger, and fuck. Being a shifter means you possess both animal and human qualities, good and bad.

I close my eyes and take slow, deep breaths while Grant coaches me through it. Slowly, I feel my bison recede to the back of my mind, and my eyes change back to normal.

Grant pats my arms and releases me. “Now take her to the bedroom. Doesn’t matter which one.”

He turns me to face Reece. I’m still tense, but I’m not as on edge as I was. Walking up to her, I take her hand and lead her to Grant’s room. It’s closer, since mine is upstairs.

Grant follows us into the room and flips the light on. “Get undressed.”

He shuts the door; the sound echoing through the room. Tension is thick, but not for the same reason as it was earlier. This tension is primal. The heat is driving us all forward and controlling our actions. At the moment, none of us care.

Reece removes her clothes, keeping on only her bra and panties. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I’ve been with multiple women—some I’ve shared with Grant—but no one compares to the beauty standing before me.

It’s not just her outer looks that make her perfect. I can feel what’s in her heart. I can feel the strength and kindness in her. Her heart is pure, and that’s what draws me in.

Stepping forward, she reaches for the hem of my shirt and raises it up. I grab the collar and lift it over my head. As I drop it to the floor, she reaches for the button on my jeans.

Cupping her face in my hands, I kiss her. It’s a slow, sensual kiss. Not rushed or hard. She follows my lead, kissing me back. I like that. I need a woman who can submit to me as much as be my equal when the time calls for it.

I deepen the kiss, flicking my tongue over her lips. She tilts her head and opens her mouth wider to give me access. Our tongues caress and play until she breaks it to push my jeans down my legs. I step out of them and help her back up.

“Connor, on the bed.” Grant’s voice is closer now.

He stands behind Reece and reaches out to caress her bare arms. She leans back, resting her head on his shoulder as she closes her eyes with a sigh.

I step back until I feel the bed, then lie down, scooting up to the pillows. My gaze never leaves them. Grant kisses Reece’s temple.

“Our beautiful mate,” he whispers in her ear.

She releases a shuddering breath, turning her face toward his. He grips her throat and plants an open-mouthed kiss to herlips. A moan escapes her as she accepts it and kisses him back with just as much vigor.

I feel the pleasure she gives Grant as if it’s my own. Her taste is still fresh on my tongue; her little whimpers are like fuel to the adrenaline in my veins. Grant’s hand glides down the center of her chest to the front clasp of her bra, unsnapping it and pushing it off her shoulders. When Reece’s large, pale breasts drop slightly, released from their confines, a low growl escapes my throat. My hand moves to my aching cock as I watch.

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