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“What the fuck?” he asks, his voice croaking when he speaks. “Ewan, what are you doing? Who is this?”

Ewan continues to hold me, keeping his hand outstretched and using the other to shimmy my shorts down. “Why don’t you tell me?” he asks, as Florian’s nostrils flare even more when he leans into Ewan’s hand. “Do you still feel needy, Ivy?”

I nod my head, my gaze dropping to Florian’s waist as his erection starts to press through.

Between that sight and Ewan behind me, I can’t think of anything other than getting fucked by these two men. I step out of my shorts, and Ewan lets go of me, coming around front and blocking my view of Florian. He makes direct eye contact with me and grasps the band around the base of my bra. I lift my arms as he slides it off before dropping his own pants.

His knot is already swelling, and I find myself licking my lips just at the sight.

“You’re in charge, Ivy. You’re my mate, and I’m here to serve you however you need.”

That surprises me, despite my current state, and I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”

Ewan takes a few steps back before lying on the bed behind him, all while Florian watches us intently. His cock is standing nearly straight up, and my body starts to ache even more.

“I mean, you’ve been around wolves before—men who would hurt you. That’s not us, and it never will be. Find your voice and find your wolf, Ivy. And take what you need.”

Something deep inside of me seems to come to life with those words, and I stalk toward him, not missing how Florian reaches out his fingers to trail them against my arm as I pass. His touch sends a fresh jolt of desire through me, and I moan at the feeling, unable to help myself as I scramble up on the bed and on top of Ewan.

He stares up at me, those hazel eyes deepening to a dark golden green. And I’m not sure what the fuck comes over me, butI angle myself over him, widening my hips and lowering myself down onto his throbbing cock.

Ewan’s mouth opens wide, and I cry out as I take all of him, all the way down to the top of his knot.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, pausing with his hands on my hips for a moment before I start to move.

Everything in me is vibrating, chasing some high that only he can give me. I place my hands on his chest and bounce up and down, reveling in the feel of his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside of me. The sensation of his knot rubbing up against me and pressing on my walls, trying to get all the way into me.

“Gods,” Florian whispers from behind me. “She’s going into heat.”

“She is,” Ewan replies, smiling up at me. “And we’re going to get her through it.”

“What about Drake?” he asks, and my brain seems to catch up, recognizing that I’m in a murderer’s house but fucking someone in the basement instead of doing something about it.

“Not now, Florian,” Ewan demands before pressing my hips down farther. “Ivy, just focus on me. You’ll feel better after.”

Listening, I grind down on him, and he groans. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.”

Florian hisses behind me, but I try my best to ignore him, even though I want desperately to reach out to him. His scent permeates my nostrils, a sweeter smell than Ewan. More like musk and vanilla mixed with fresh grass. It’s intoxicating, and I close my eyes, riding Ewan and reveling in it.

“Are you ready, Ivy?” Ewan asks, and when I open my eyes again, his face is tense, his orgasm building.

“Yes,” I answer, more sure of myself and my current circumstance than I have been in a long time.

Ewan holds my hips tight and juts up into me, making my climax come shattering down around me. I scream out, and hedoes the same, his knot lodging inside of me and rubbing up against my G-spot, causing a second orgasm to rocket through me right on the heels of the first. Something warm shoots all over my back when I collapse on top of Ewan, and Florian’s hands begin rubbing his cum into my skin.

“Shhhh,” Ewan whispers, calming me while he kisses my cheek. “You’ll feel so much better soon,” he promises, petting my hair as I drift off on top of him, the feel of Florian massaging my back relaxing me into oblivion.

Chapter Eight

Ivy

My head is fuzzy and filled with pressure when I wake up, and although the ache between my legs is relieved, it’s been replaced by one hell of a throbbing. It’s not necessarily painful, but I feel like I’ve been stretched to my limit, and I suppose I have.

I stretch, and my fingers prick with an odd sensation. I suck in a breath when I open my eyes and glance down.

Claws.

The moment I glimpse them, they shoot right back into my fingers, and I shake my head, convinced I’m seeing things. I’ve never shifted. I can’t shift.

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