Page 87 of Ember's Claim

Anders curses and moves his hands to her face. “Are you okay?”

She nods, wiggling her hips. “Yeah, I just have no idea what I’m supposed to do now.”

I chuckle darkly. “Now you let me fuck your world up.”

I have to pull up a bit and my hands land on her luscious arse. Moving them to the tops of her cheeks, I bring them apart and back together to test the sensation. It’s mind-blowing.

I begin to truly work in and out of her as Anders snakes a hand between them to work her clit.

The scent of her arousal causes my head to spin, and the foggy feeling that hits my senses makes everything muted. Outside of the pleasure, that is. Heats can be utterly animalisticonce the haze of rut slips in, but I do everything in my power to stay clear enough to be measured in my actions.

The darling wolf grinds her hips as she gyrates over Anders’s cock.

I’m so focused on holding off my orgasm that I barely notice as Veryn climbs into the nest. He jostles the mattress and lies down at our side before reaching a hand over to palm Ember’s head.

“Next time, give a man a little warning.” Veryn chuckles. “I’ve never dismissed myself from a conversation so fast in my life.”

Ember twists her head toward him, and they share a tender kiss. “Oh shit, your spikes got extra spikey…”

She’s not wrong, and being able to feel them brushing my length through the thin layer of tissue as his cock swells sends me over the edge.

“Jesus,” Anders chokes out. “You’re killing me here.”

Veryn chuckles as the three of us lose ourselves to the wash of pleasure, but I can’t see him as my eyes clench shut.

By the time I open them, Veryn has moved. He lies on his side facing Ember, and his cock is in her mouth.

My head tilts.

Christ.

I’ve just realized which direction is up, and she’s already sucking off the dragon while grinding her hips.

Yes, the universe blessed me with the perfect mate.

Epilogue

Ember

Two Weeks Later

“All right, come at me,” I tell Kent, squatting down.

When he asked me for sparring lessons, I didn’t have it in my heart to say no. Some of my favorite memories as a kid are from having my ass handed to me by my dads and little brothers.

He’s technically my nephew now, but I wouldn’t have said no to any of the young ones in the pack. Being a good alpha means making time for all pack members.

Kent barrels at me.

I stretch out my left leg, sliding my body to the right as I fall into a modified crouch. He’s learned from the past few fake outs, though, and his palms hit my shoulders as he lands on top of me.

“Good job, kid,” Anders calls from his spot on the exterior of the practice ring.

“I did it!” Kent cheers, hopping up.

Ever the gentleman, he offers me a hand.

I use my feet and shoulders to shove myself up, but I still take his hand, so he’ll feel like he did all the work.

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