Page 43 of Wanted By the Wolves

“He can’t get enough of your taste, baby.” Briggs moans. “Come for him, drench his face in slick.”

I mewl at Briggs’s words, my orgasm building until I’m so close I could cry. I fist Dex’s hair, rocking my hips while he sucks my clit and hits that sweet spot with his blunt fingers. My body freezes and shatters in an orgasm so big that I feel it in my toes.

Dex growls, lapping up my slick with needy grunts.

“Please, alpha!”

Even as the bliss rolls through me, it isn’t enough. My omega whines, desperate for something more. Dex freezes, and I know he’s about to come. I scramble out of Briggs’s hold, diving for my big alpha.

Mine.

Before they even register what I’m after, my tongue sweeps over Dex’s glistening cock. He’s sweet and a little smoky, the dark flavor rich and heady. I get a tight grip on the base of his cock, tonguing his slit while I rub along his knot. I’m all eagerness and no skill, but Dex doesn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, shit—that’s—oh gods.” His fingers thread through my short hair. “Nova, sweet girl.” His hoarse growl lights me up inside, then his cum floods my mouth.

I lick and suck, practically high from the taste of Dex on my tongue. It’s what my omega wanted, needed. I take deep pulls,stretching wide around his fat head, a purr already vibrating in my chest at his scent and taste.

Briggs drapes himself over me, the slick head of his cock tunneling between my cheeks. “So beautifully eager. I can’t hold back. You’ve got me too worked up.”

He takes a shuddering breath, cum spilling onto my ass. I make a noise deep in my throat, and he blankets my body, his fingers locked between us, rubbing his scent into my skin.

Dex’s deep voice keeps up a steady stream of praise, and I bask in the alpha pheromones, too far gone to do anything but float.

Gage curses from the door. “Well, that’s a new kink unlocked.”

Briggs calls something to him, and it makes the healer laugh. I’m too far gone to track their conversation, floating in the afterglow.

After a while, my men move. I’m pliant, barely aware of being cuddled between the three of them. Sleep doesn’t come, but I’m not awake. It’s a river of calm, my heart beating slowly and my thoughts sluggish.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I have questions about what Gage said. I’m out of heat, but it’s as if it still races in my blood. Those thoughts get lost in the slow, lapping vibrations of three alpha purrs.

I can worry more about that—later.

Chapter 24

Nova

My everything shower was a serious need and so wildly indulgent that I almost feel guilty. My body aches deliciously from how Dex and Briggs worked me over this morning. With the conditioner, loofah, body scrub, and razor combo, I’m a new wolf.

Honestly, a girl could get used to this.

I wrap the big fluffy towel closer around me before sampling the collection of herbal scented lotions Gage has on the bathroom counter. My mind replays little vignettes from earlier. I picture the look on Dex’s face when he dove between my legs. That one gets replaced by the memory of Briggs's hands on me in the tub. Already, I’m slick and itchy skinned again, but I can’t seem to stop.

This must be what Gage was saying about the instincts to bond. My omega wolf knows I’ve met my matches, and she is eager to be claimed, but I don’t think it’s that simple. We haven’t even really spelled out what our plans are. How can we even make plans with the world as it is?

Maybe we can hide away in this cabin forever.

I sigh.A girl can dream.

The mirror is fogged over from the steam of my shower, and I wipe the glass until my face is visible. All my newfound sexiness is dampened by the reflection staring back at me. I barely recognize myself. My life in the forest seems to be etched into my skin. It’s there in the deep bruising under my eyes, the uneven short hair, the ugly scars on my neck, and the way my collarbone protrudes. I knew those things existed, but they didn’t really register.

I open the towel and study my body, trying to become familiar with this new reflection. I map the scars and lean in to see the faintly glowing bite on my hip. It’s haunting—like looking at a sister I never knew. We share features. We’re clearly related. But this version stacks up into someone entirely new.

“They’re beautiful proof.” Gage’s melodic tenor startles me, and I catch his eyes in the mirror.

I lift my brow at him in question. Nothing about me feels beautiful right now.

He leans against the open bathroom door, a stack of clothes in his hands. “Those scars prove you’re a survivor.”

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