Page 22 of Doubly Claimed

Chapter 8

Misha captured his mate’s mouth in a hard, deep kiss that set his body on fire.

Need her, he called to Ross through their telepathic link. But it was nothing the Omega didn’t already know. Part of being paired was sharing in this broadcast of feelings and sensations.

Nothing compared to feeling their sweet mate’s ready submission to his claim. Her lips parted and her small tongue tangled with his in an unexpected, but welcomed display of passion, making his cock throb with need.

It was a delicious dance. A tango causing his pulse to race, and his Bear to roar. The animal within him wanted her. Demanded he take her. Now.

Want. Need. Claim. Mine.

Ours, Ross corrected, and Misha accepted his claim. They were a pair. Forever entwined, leading their clan on Kodiak Island to the best of their abilities. With Ginger, they would be even better.

Is it too soon?

I don’t think so.

Misha opened his eyes, slowing the kiss, he waited until she was looking at him too. Breathless and beautiful in the moonlight, Ginger touched her mouth with fingers that shook. His heart swelled. Shock and awe at the emotions pounding against him like the waveshitting the shore, Misha bent and kissed her gently this time, nuzzling her nose with his.

“That was...” She sighed, not finishing her sentence, and sagged against his body.

“Amazing,” he said, pride humming in his veins. “I think Ross would like a kiss too, love. Is that okay?”

Her brown eyes widened. At first, he read the shock, then the heat. Yes, she liked that idea. As he knew she would. The women the Witches invited would all be naturally inclined to a physical relationship with both their mates. Alpha and Omega worked together in their Clans or Packs, and in their mating rituals. Claiming this sweet normal would be a joy like no other. They would cherish her, pleasure her, if she allowed them to.

“Is that okay?” she asked shyly, and Misha simply nodded and turned her around.

Ross’ eyes glowed green with his Elk as he swept in and took her mouth with his. No jealousy, only pleasure pulsed in Misha’s veins as he watched their mouths work against one another. She was so beautiful in her passion. She enjoyed his partner’s touch.

As she should, his Bear piped in. And the beast encouraged him to move in behind her. His big hands caressed her curves, and he nibbled on her ear and neck while Ross took her mouth.

She was so petite, so gorgeous. A foot shorter than the two men, she’d need to be treated gently. Fuck, he already wanted to worship every inch of her. Her strawberries and cream scent only increased in her arousal. She leaned her body into his as he caressed her breasts over the slip of a dress she wore.

Desperate need filled him. His and Ross’. Both were completely in tune to her desires. Touching, stroking, licking, kissing, sucking. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. He pushed his hard cock against the curve of her ass, and she moaned into her shared kiss with Ross.

“Want you,” Misha grunted.

“Who?”

“Both of us,” Ross stated, caressing her face in both hands. “We both want you, Ginger. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she sighed, and nuzzled his neck with her lips.

Misha held both her breasts in his hands, testing their weight and tracing each pebbled nub. Fuck, she was big. Gorgeous. Enough to fill his hands and mouth.

“Let’s take this off,” he growled, keeping his head long enough to undo the zipper at her back.

“Oh,” she gasped and tried to cover herself, but Ross was quicker.

He took her hands and placed them on his chest, having already tossed his shirt over his head. Misha knelt at her feet from the back. He pressed his face against her gorgeous ass. Kissing the curve of her waist before traveling down to where the tiny scrap of white silk left all but her crack bare to him.

“These need to go, love,” he growled and tugged them down her legs, never losing sight of his prize.

“Oh god,” she moaned as he spread her legs.

Misha growled, the Alpha in him rising as he swiped his tongue along her crack, licking her from her asshole to her clit. Again and again, he swallowed down her juices. Staking his claim while Ross murmured words of encouragement and paid homage to her lips and breasts.

“Fuck, Ross, she’s so tight,” he growled as he shoved two fingers inside her moist heat. “Hot and wet too. Gonna suck our dicks right in. Gonna feel so good.”

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