Page 34 of Cursed

The tongue laves at my folds, stroking me into another climax. His lips lock down onto my clit and suck. Fingers slide through my slick folds. I feel a heat burning in my heart. Warmth floods my body. If I got any hotter, I’d be a volcano. And with that thought, I cry out, “Rourke.” And I come on his face.

A cock dips into my channel, pressing into me inch by inch. The pressure and thickness are so intense, and with the care I pick up from this mate, I might immediately assume it was Arden’s cock sliding deep inside me.

But when I dive beyond the obvious, I feel darkness slithering up my spine. The shadows are part of all of us, I realize. My shadows reach out to his, embracing him.

The darkness itself isn’t evil. It justis. It’s an extension of the light. We are all a mix of our souls’ light and the shadows they cast, creating our form.

And with my shadowmate inside me, filling me up completely, I realize that I’m a better person because of my lovers. My mates have shown through their shadows and their light that we are a mix of sadness and joy, the hidden and the seen. We are all yin and yang. Swirling forever. And we are not us without both halves.

“Landis,” I whisper with a moan. With my guess, two mouths latch onto my breasts. One mate for each tit. I pick up the electric and anchoring energy of my druid. “Arden… right nipple.”

I chuckle when I perceive the trick. “Landis… using shadow… left nipple.”

But then I know it’s Branden’s mouth on me in the next instant when his saliva makes contact with my breast.

“Goddess! Branden!” I cry and spasm into another orgasm.

Landis suppresses a grunt as he cums inside of me. I milk his cock and shadows.

His forehead dips down to my chest as the other two pull away. “One hundred percent accuracy,” he laughs.

Then I hear a roaring growl from the front door.

Landis is ripped away from between my bound legs. His tendrils release in that instant.

Fear from the sudden attack hits me. But without removing my blindfold, I know who it is. Yet I’m frightened by what else I sense.

It’s Quade…

And he’s feral.

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FERAL

SHAYLA

Irip the blindfold off to see Quade with his glowing golden eyes wild and chest heaving.

His skin ripples with an imminent shift into his wolf, itching to break through to the surface.

He towers over me as I lay on the bed, looking at me like I’m his next meal, and he’s starved.

I snap my legs shut.

When I do, he growls threateningly.

My typically controlled dom in the bedroom looks already out of his mind.

I worry about what might have happened to him while we were separated. What delayed him? Why is he so upset?

Does he want to tear me apart or fuck me? Maybe both?

As Quade stares at me with an unreadable expression, Landis dares to speak, “We weren’t hurting her.”

Quade snarls at him, making Landis step back to keep him calm. My wolf shifter crouches down, taking my ankles and spreading me wide. Like a predator, he climbs between my legs and sniffs at my crotch, scenting the others. His lip curls, and he growls low. He’s not pleased.

I’m a bit afraid of his wildness. Is he mad at me? At them? Because he was left out?

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