Page 24 of Doubly Bound

“Look at her, Landry. Our mate is so fucking gorgeous when she’s writhing in pleasure, aye?”

The Liger responded with a growl.

“That’s right, love, suck my cock with your ass, let Landry’s fill your pretty pussy. Come for us love, come on now. Come for us and we’ll make you ours, yeah? Why don’t you tap on her pretty little clit, right there Landry? Get her really excited now.”

“Callan!” Sage reached up and took hold of his long hair, pulling him closer as he fucked her ass.

When Landry thrust, Callan retreated, and so on and so forth until she was all but motionless, held up by each of her men balancing her pleasure between them. Huge hands held her in place. Always gentle. Always caressing. Loving on her with no pain at all. Pain and fear and envy had no place in this, no purchase in what was theirs.

And she was theirs.

Completely and totally.

The pleasure grew and grew between all three of them until it burst like a thundercloud pouring nothing but ecstasy down on their heads. As the sounds of their bodies meeting in their mad dance all but halted, only the effort to breathe remained. And that was difficult considering Callan and Landry were fairly sure they’d just died and gone to heaven.

Again.

His Dragon snarled and roared, only easing once the matebond around them reached the beast. Reaffirming his position in her life. Landry’s too. And hers in their lives. They were one now. One Triad, three hearts beating in time, and for the same purpose.

Love.

The thought burned a pattern into his brain.

Was it too soon for that?

Could love really be part of their unit already?

The answer was there, easily discernible to his ancient beast, even if the man would rather not look too closely at it.

Shifter magic was a beautiful thing. Their matebond pulsed and writhed as first Landry, then he pulled out of their well-sexed mate. He felt it all around them. The scent of sex and them on her skin filled his nostrils. It was good and honest.

“That was—” She exhaled, a boneless heap of woman between her two massive men.

“Wonderful, love.” He smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her neck.

“Perfect,” Landry echoed, and dropped a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yeah,” she sighed the word. “Well, um, you don’t have to stay, but if you want to,” she said sleepily.

“Nothing will separate us ever,” he told her. “You’ll like the island, though. We live here most of the year, traveling when necessary.”

“But we will move anywhere you like,” Landry said with a glare at his partner.

“Are you two messing with me?”

“What do you mean, love?” Callan frowned at her odd question.

Surely, the lass knew what had just gone down. Right? The scent of uncertainty, his and Landry’s, and worry, hers, stung his sensitive nostrils.

“Uh, well, I just don’t think one night means we’re all ready to move in together.” She blinked at both men, smiling as if they had told a joke.

The sun peaked through the window blinds and Callan backed up as she nudged him with her elbow. Sage pulled the sheet around her and looked from Landry to him. She was not smiling. Her entire demeanor seemed off.

“Sage, we claimed you as ours. You agreed. Of course, you will live with us,” Landry said with a hint of his beast in his voice.

Callan understood what the man was feeling. His own Dragon was snarling at the thought she wanted to leave him, them.

No.

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