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With a guttural groan, I let myself go, thrusting deep as my own climax overtakes me. Jets of my hot seed spurt into Rowan's still quivering channel, filling her with my essence. Pleasure explodes through my veins as I empty myself deep inside her, painting her fluttering walls with stream after stream of my cum.

Rowan's body milks me dry, clamping around my length as if to wring every last drop. I collapse onto my elbows, panting harshly against the side of her neck. I press open-mouthed kisses to her damp skin, tasting the salt of her sweat. Her breath is hot against my shoulder, coming in satisfied little sighs.

“Move, asshole,” Logan growls, pressing his knee none-too-gently into my ribs. I ease out of Rowan’s heat reluctantly, but Logan is shoving me along and snarling to hurry up. Before I can do more than roll to the side, Logan is there, dropping between Rowan’s still open legs.

He wastes no time burying his face between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide. Rowan's hands grip Logan’s shoulders, which would usually make him snarl, but with Rowan he lets it happen. Which I’d never have believed possible if I wasn’t watching it happen right before me. I get one appreciative glimpse of my seed leaking out of Rowan's well-used channel before Logan takes away even that. His tongue delves into her folds, lapping up our mingled release before zeroing in on his target. Then Logan feasts on her like a starving man, not letting up for a second until Rowan is shattering again, her body convulsing with pleasure that has her keening loudly enough to wake the forest.

Chapter 21

Rowan

I'm beyond dazed, my body rag doll tired and satisfied as I lie on the bedroll and look at the star filled sky. The night forest lives on around us with the scent of pine and earth, which now mixes with Kyrian and Logan’s very male musk. My eyes are heavy with sleep and content, and I only vaguely wonder how I could possibly have been cold before.

Kyrian is making soothing noises that are more sound than meaning as he strokes my skin and hair. Logan shifts away and I’m about to protest his loss when I feel him start to wipe down my thighs with a damp piece of cloth he’s located somewhere. I rouse enough to try and take it from him, saying that I can clean myself up, but he just gives me that devastating low chuckle and informs me that this is part of his reward as much as mine.

Once Logan is through, I consider reaching for my discarded clothes, but that seems like a lot of effort. Plus, Kyrian isn’t dressing. In fact, he’s stripping off the trousers he'd only opened earlier and now lies against me, skin against skin. Gods. The man produces more heat than a furnace.

Logan, now wearing only his long shirt, stretches out on my other side. With one powerful arm, he reaches over and turns me like a rag doll until my back is flush with his chest and his arms are wrapped tight around me. A cocoon of warmth and safety. Provided I don’t let myself think too much about what’s just happened.

"Say it, rabbit," Logan murmurs. "I want to hear it."

“Say what?"

"Something along the lines of, ‘Logan, you skillful genius, you were right and I was wrong. My body is perfectly capable of absolute bliss when in your skilled hands’."

Kyrian snorts.

I shut my eyes, that not-thinking-about-what-just-happened effort collapsing like a stressed bridge. I don’t know how it’s possible to be more embarrassed after the act than during it, but it is.

“Or you could be more specific, if you’d like," Logan muses, his breath tickling the back of my neck. “Something like ‘Logan, you skillful genius, you eating me out has been the high-point of my sensual pleasure, though now I do fear you may have ruined me for anything Kyrian’s cock?—”

“-Oh gods,” I whimper, now covering my face with my hands. Especially since my traitorous body is twinging in aroused appreciation. “Stop talking.”

“But I like talking,” says Logan. “Especially when it makes you?—”

“- Thank you,” I say quickly, racing to cut off whatever might come out of Logan’s mouth next. “Thank you both for everything. Can we just go with that and call it a night?”

"Absolutely not," Logan declares. "First, you don't thank us for tonight. We thank you. And second, I really do want to hear the Logan, you skillful genius part."

"Fine. Logan, you skill—" I flinch as a howl from the forest cuts through my words. A wolf. My thoughts scatter, my heart stuttering to a gallop. "Did you hear that?"

As if to punctuate my question, the wolf howls again, this time joined by others. There is a whole pack of them here, close enough that we can hear each beast adding its voice to the pack’s call. Close enough to know that we are here too.

"You mean the wolves?" Kyrian asks.

"Yes, Kyrian, the wolves.” My throat tightens, fear spilling into my blood. “A pack of wolves."

"Oh, aye. I did hear them.” Kyrian sounds unconcerned. Either he’s so certain of his skills that he believes he can take on a pack of vicious predators or else he’s never come face to face with one. “It would be hard not to."

“That's it? That’s all you have to say about this?” I go to sit up, but Logan tightens his hold on me.

"Relax and go to sleep, rabbit. They aren’t going to harm you. I promise.”

"You promise?” I say incredulously, my hand going to my scar. Images from my memories flash through me, as they often do. A night forest, the trees looming over me like twisted sentinels. A flash of gray fur darting between the shadows. A low pained howl of an injured wolf. Me reaching out, because I stupidly think that I can help, that this wolf with honey-golden eyes won’t hurt me. And then he does. “You literally have no way of knowing their intentions. They are wolves."

"So you keep pointing out." Logan sighs. "They are busy with their own affairs tonight. You can hear it in the song if you listen carefully. Or you can just trust us on this and go to sleep."

He folds his large body tighter around mine and Kyrian moves in closer on the other side, throwing his arm over me as well, until I'm well and truly wedged tightly between them. Their easy breaths and the steady slow beating of their hearts are infectious and my body soon echoes their rhythm. My anxiety eases, fatigue and sleep washing over me in gentle waves until I feel myself surrender to them.

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