Page 35 of Cursed Love

Moses leans forward, slowly pushing me onto my hands and knees before saddling up against my back, his cock pushingagainst my entrance again. “This okay, sweetheart?” I bob my head, too drunk with pleasure to do anything else. He chuckles and fills me in the same breath, my face now inches from Amel’s. He threads his fingers through my hair to drag me into a tongue-filled kiss, the brothers’ thrusts like an erotic dance. Amel lets out a full-bellied moan as he pulls back, Hunter’s teeth sunk into his shoulder. My eyes widen at the animalistic display, blood trickling down Amel’s chest as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Their scents intertwine, a mixture of pine and that musky earth I love so much until it’s impossible to tell them apart. Moses is still pounding into me, his knot nudging against my pussy before he thrusts one last time and pushes inside. A cry tears from my throat as I drag Amel back into another kiss, wanting to truly be part of this erotic dance. I need it. “Claim me,” I whisper against his lips.

I’m not sure where I get the confidence or why I have to have it now but Amel hesitates for only a moment as he dominates the kiss. It’s only then that I realize the sharp sting of my lip is his claim, the growl that tears through the room before Moses sinks his teeth into Amel’s other shoulder connecting the three of us.

It’s an explosion of emotions, Amel’s adoration of me, his love for me, and his need to protect. I can just feel the brothers through Amel, a force to be reckoned with, this strange connection pulling us closer together.

“Sweet girl, there’s no running now,” Amel purrs against my lips before sagging against the bed. Moses pulls away, sitting us back up as Hunter laps at the new bite on Amel’s shoulder.

Moses strings his arms around his waist, dragging his lips up and down my neck. “One day it’ll be our turn but gods, I can feel you through Amel. You’re everything, Koa.Everything.” The last word comes out in a purr, the sound vibrating through his chest as his knot lodges a little deeper inside of me.

Hunter stands up before helping Amel onto the bed, confusion spreading across my face. “You didn’t knot him?” Amel chuckles at my question like it’s a stupid one, reaching for my hand as he all but passes out. I’ve learned enough to know that a mating bond takes a lot out of the one on the receiving end but I had no idea. “Why didn’t you knot him?”

“Baby girl, a male Alpha is not made for a knot and definitely not a Valla’s. It’s also not our thing. Dominance and submission, sure. Pain? Not so much.” Hunter climbs onto the bed, moving behind Amel so that he can nurse his bite.

Silence filters in between the four of us as Moses moves us one last time so that I’m lying beside Amel, Moses’ knot still inside of me. Amel cups my face, his half-lidded eyes meeting mine. “Everything you wanted, sweet girl?”

I grin, nodding. “And you?”

“Gods, it’s perfect. I can feel how much they love me and how much they want you. I can’t wait until they bond you too. It’s intense but so fucking worth it.” He’s speaking like he’s drunk, his lids falling shut before he drags me into a soft kiss, sucking on my bottom lip. Pleasure spikes through me, my pussy clenching around Moses as we both groan.

Well, that’s annoying.

Koa

I’m finally feeling human again. Well, as close to human as I can be when I’m draped over Hunter’s chest, sipping on coffee that’s borderline perfect, and pretending my thighs aren’t still a little sore. The mug is warm in my hands, the smell of rich beans and cream mixing with the faint scent of cedarwood and pine that clings to everything in this house. My breakfast plate is half-eaten on the side table, and honestly, I’d be content to stay like this forever.

Hunter’s out cold beneath me, his arms loosely wrapped around my waist. He looks so peaceful like this, no teasing grinor sharp quips, just perfectly calm. Moses is sprawled out in the armchair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his hand idly stroking over the bite on Amel’s shoulder. Amel’s sitting on the armrest, leaning into Moses, drinking in the attention.

There’s been a ridiculous number of kisses exchanged between the four of us and I’m not even ashamed to admit how many times I’ve whined for more. Every time Amel pressed his lips to mine or Moses tucked me into his side, a fresh wave of pleasure shot through me, making me feel like I was floating. My heat has finally ebbed, the overwhelming need replaced by something softer, something warmer.

But now that I’ve had food—thank the gods for Moses’ ability to whip up a breakfast feast—and caffeine, I’m itching to get back to normal. Or whatever my new normal is supposed to be.

I glance at my phone sitting on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with my brother’s name. The missed calls are piling up, a series of red notifications that make my stomach churn. I swipe them away without even thinking, the motion almost cathartic.

There are a couple of voice messages, but I don’t dare open them. I don’t need to hear his voice to know exactly what he’s saying—angry, demanding, accusing. My father’s name is on the list too and I shove down the spike of anxiety that threatens to ruin my peace. They’re not here. They can’t touch me right now. A text from Carla flashes across the screen, and for a second, I hesitate. But only for a second. I swipe it away like the rest, my chest tightening with a mix of guilt and relief. She chose her side long ago, and it wasn’t mine.

“What’s got you frowning, sweet girl?” Amel’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

I glance up to find him watching me, his gray eyes warm as he leans against Moses’ shoulder. “Nothing,” I say, forcing a smallsmile as I scroll through to find someone else I do want to talk to. “Just clearing out the trash.”

Moses snorts, his fingers stilling on Amel’s bite. “Good. You don’t need that shit.”

Hunter stirs beneath me, his grip tightening as he blinks up at me with a sleepy smile. “Who do I need to fight now?” he mutters, his voice rough with sleep.

“No one,” I say, shaking my head as I press a kiss to his jaw. “Just my past trying to creep back in.”

Hunter hums, his arms tightening around me. “Your past can fuck off. You’re ours now.”

I snort, shaking my head as he closes his eyes again. Amelia’s name shows up in the list of my contacts, my finger hovering over it as I debate whether or not to send her a message. She’s the only one who could understand my current predicament and offer words of wisdom or even just squeal like she always does. I just need to talk to someone who knows me, someone who won’t judge or question my choices. With a deep breath, I hit send, asking if she’s free.

Before I can even set the phone down, it starts ringing in my hand. Her name flashes across the screen, and I let out a small laugh. Of course, she’s calling. Amelia has no chill.

“Hey,” I whisper into the phone, trying to slip off Hunter’s lap to talk somewhere private. But the moment I move, Hunter groans, his arms tightening around me as he buries his face in my neck.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mumbles, his voice gruff with sleep.

I roll my eyes, letting him hold me as I focus back on the call. “Amelia,” I say softly, hoping to keep the conversation discreet. “I... I need to talk.”

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