Page 14 of Doubly Claimed

Watching her eat was one of the most erotic sights either of them had ever seen. The men shared a glance, and Ross noted his partner’s chest was all but heaving with the effort it was taking to control himself.

She has the bracelet. She knows the deal. Let’s make her ours.

You said patience, Ross, Misha cautioned. She is still a human.

They didn’t really know what magic the Witches who were employed by Callan and Landry used in choosing who to invite to the island for these meetings. Even if these humans were knowledgeable, that didn’t mean they fully understood the way Shifters behaved.

“I’m sure your sisters are fine,” Ross said, “but would you like me to check?”

“No.” She took her cell phone out of her bag. “Yeah, see this? I missed a text. That’s odd, though. They both said they have plans for the night.” She turned in her chair, lips pursed as she perused the crowd.

The angle of her body gave Misha a perfect view of the sublime arch of her back, the dip of her waist, and the delicious curve of her ass. Ross groaned, noticing Misha’s arousal. He gazed at her profile longingly, noting the cute little line that formed between her brows when she frowned. The Elk Shifter wanted to smooth it away with his lips. Anything to make her happy again.

“Well, well, look at that,” she murmured. “My sisters look just fine to me.”

The smile in her voice had him chasing her gaze to where a pretty blonde woman stood at the bar talking to Brody and Mayne. Imagine that? His pretty little mate giggled a little as her decadent chocolate eyes landed on an angry looking brunette who was frowning up at Landry of all people.

“Looks like I am on my own.” Their sweet mate sat back in her chair. A small smile played at the corner of her entirely too kissable mouth.

“We’d love to keep you company, Ginger,” Misha chuffed softly.

His eyes flashed gold with his Bear as he gazed at their mate. Ross could only imagine how his own emerald gaze would be glowing in the dimly lit tiki bar. Now that the sun had set and the full moon was shining low in the sky, the night had taken on an ethereal sort of glow. Tall torches, table candles, and low lights behind the bar illuminated the atmosphere, but only so much. Not that it mattered. Shifters could see fine in the dark.

Claiming during a full moon was supposed to emphasize the magical link between mates. Ross had never taken a mate, but his Elk pushed against him, butting the barrier between man and beast with his enormous rack, that even he had to admit was pretty awesome. He couldn’t wait for her to see it.

Misha’s snort told him the man was inside his head, and his Elk bugled loudly. The multi-tonal sound began as a growl and ended in a high-pitched yell of sorts. It served many purposes. Right then, it was to tell his Alpha to fuck off.

“So, what do you want to do?” Ginger bit her lip and looked at Misha first, then Ross.

“How about we take a stroll, love?” Ross asked.

“Yes, a walk on the beach, perhaps?” Misha seconded.

Everything hinged on her acceptance of their invitation. Both men held their breaths, and Ross reached out with his mind to calm Misha’s Bear. It stressed his animal being so near his mate and unable to touch her was like the sweetest kind of torment. Fuck, he was barely holding on himself. But he managed while they waited, as Ginger seemed to decide.

Arousal like none they’d ever felt raced up and down their spines. The bond between them made it so one could tell the other’s feelings, but there was nothing sexual about it. It was simply a fact. The men were a pair, but they were not lovers. Their sexual interest was for their mate only. Together with Ginger they would form a complete Triad.

The need to claim her was rapidly increasing. Their thunderous passion growing out of their ability to control. But desire was like that. Like wildfire. Misha’s voice echoed through his brain and Ross nodded. He felt it too. Through their connection, it burned and roared. Ever hotter, as they both envisioned the same goal. Claiming her sweet body, binding her to them. Soon, now, forever.

For the claiming to take, they would have to mate with her simultaneously. Something they’d practiced but could never really be prepared for. She wasn’t any female. The beautiful redhead was their mate. Both males would need to work together to claim her as one.

One in her pussy, the other in her mouth or ass. Together all three would pulse and writhe in a gloriously naked symphony of movement and feeling culminating in the most phenomenal moment of their lives. Their combined musk would fill the air, covering her body inside and out, altering her scent permanently.

Only at the moment of her release would they strike. One on either side of her shoulders. They would bite her sumptuous skin. Pierce her flesh with their teeth. The remaining mark would be permanent, showing the entire world she was taken. Claimed, as Shifters referred to their marked mates. The act would also allow them to share their animal souls with her, sealing their bond.

Sometimes human mates were gifted with an animal spirit of their own. After they were bitten, they were capable of a Shifting. Some mates, while not having an animal of their own, when claimed, could borrow strength, speed, and more from their mates. Either way, Ross and Misha would welcome Ginger as theirs. With fur or skin, she was perfect.

Just thinking about the mating act had both men’s cocks bulging in their pants. Misha’s growl reverberated through his chest.

“Do you hear something?” Ginger asked, and the noise ceased.

“Do you?” Ross teased. His dick already harder than steel, it was a miracle he could jest at all.

“You’re teasing me.” She laughed. “I don’t mind, I have sisters, so I am used to it. But I warn you, I know how to play dirty.”

“I hope so,” Misha whispered too low for her human ears, but Ross heard him just fine.

He was hoping for the same thing. Misha’s Kodiak Bear growled and chuffed. Meanwhile, Ross’ Elk produced a long, drawn-out glunking. That deep, bass sound started as a growl and made his whole body rumble with his need. Her strawberries and cream scent was driving the men wild.

She was their sole focus. Sweet and shy, Misha was quite glad to hear her quick-witted replies. Outstanding in her beauty. They knew the moment she decided to go with them, and it was all they could do to not roar in triumph. A small win, but a win.

“Sure.” Ginger licked her lips, and the men followed the movement closely. “A walk sounds great. But first, don’t you think you should tell me your names?”

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