Page 41 of Wanted By the Wolves

Glazed silver eyes burn with lust, and Nova dips her chin. “Please.”

I brush my thumb along the blush blooming on her cheek. “You beg so pretty, baby girl. How could I ever say no to you?”

Briggs wraps his arms around her from behind, his hands swallowing her tits as he sucks along her neck. “Lean over the ledge for me.”

I help her get to her knees between my spread legs, her chest draping over my shoulder as she hangs onto the porcelain ledge. That puts her sweet ass in my face. I bite the round flesh, my hands tugging on her cheeks. Her pink pussy winks at me, and I can’t resist the urge to feel how wet she is.

The edges of my fingers skirt along her slit, the slick making the glide smooth. A growl of hunger rises from my chest. I twist around her, burying myself between her cheeks and flicking my tongue along her dripping opening.

She’s sweet cinnamon and sugar. I lose myself in the taste of her, spearing her with my tongue. I spread her cheeks, taking a long lick before pulling back to stare at her sweet little pussy. She’s dripping for me, and the sight makes my alpha roar with primal satisfaction.

Nova wiggles her ass, wanting me back between her legs.

I’m torn. I want to lick her until she comes on my tongue, and I want to watch my fingers disappear into her sweet heat.

She wiggles her ass in impatience and whimpers. “More.”

Chapter 23

Nova

“We can give you more.” Briggs wraps a hand around my waist and scoops me into his arms, throwing me over his shoulder.

A surprised huff slips out of me, then a giggle as he climbs from the tub.We're a dripping mess, sloshing bath water onto the floor. Briggs doesn’t seem to care.

“Dry her off at least. It’s freezing. Don’t let her catch a cold,” Dex grumbles. He follows his brother in a mad dash, hastily grabbing towels.

“Chill, big guy. She’s burning hot. Aren’t you, baby?” Briggs teases, smacking my upper thigh playfully.

I half giggle, half moan.I want him to do it again, harder.

An itch under my skin makes me restless and puts my omega on edge. My head is full of cotton, making it hard to think beyond the heat in my belly. I’m so slick that the jostling on his shoulder makes my legs rub together in the most delicious way. Add that to the way Briggs’s skin is brushing against my hard nipples with every step, and I’m halfway to an orgasm already.

Briggs doesn’t heed Dex’s warning, flopping me straight into my nest's plush mound of blankets. He cages me in, resting his weight on his arms as he hovers over me, a lopsided smile onhis handsome face. He looks boyish with his chestnut hair falling into his eyes. He’s also every bit an alpha—strong shoulders bunched with muscle, a light smattering of hair on his defined chest, and silver glowing eyes that flash with his wolf.

I bury myself near his neck and take a whiff of his scent. “Alpha,” I moan.

There’s no stopping how needy I sound. He smells too good. My body craves him—them.

“Yes, omega. I’m yours.”

I latch on to the closest skin, licking the scrape of his jaw and down his throat. He tastes like a forest under a glowing moon, floral and dark. Briggs moans but pulls away, his eyes seeking mine.

“You say stop, we stop. But whatever you need, we’re here for, okay?” He searches my face.

I try to blink away the fog, but the clouds are heavy now, swirling in his nighttime forest. “Yes, alpha.”

“Shit, you’re dangerous, little wolf. So fucking perfect and sweet.” He punctuates his words with a kiss that sends me straight to the stars.

Briggs’s weight above me is satisfying, and I latch on, desperate for the warmth of his skin. He kisses me until I’m drunk on him, whimpering into his mouth with slick trailing down my legs.He breaks away on a growl so sexy it feels as if the sound is a direct pinch to my nipples.

“You’re taking all my control, making it impossible not to get lost in you.” He kisses my nose and rolls off me.

I whine at the loss until I see Dex. His massive form should be frightening, the way he hovers, dark and formidable, at the edge of the nest. Everything about him screams power, from his massive thighs to his bulging arms and thick chest. The scars make him look like a man who has lived through darkness and conquered it, but to me, he looks like the picture of safety.

He’s also seriously hot. Dex’s sharp features are zeroed in on me, a hunter watching his prey. One of his massive hands is lightly circling the head of his thick cock.

I whimper, wondering what he tastes like and how I’m ever going to take his knot. He’s huge. Like, “Is it gonna fit?” huge.

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