Page 66 of Wanted By the Wolves

Possessive Gage speaks in a tone that directly links to my clit. My neck bends without conscious decision, showing him I’m ready.

He licks the tip of his fang. “You have no idea, little star.”

“Show me,” I beg.

He leaps for my throat, but his fangs don’t land, the tips grazing the skin. I suck in a shuddering breath, chest heaving and clit aching.

Gage licks the spot, then sucks along my neck so hard I know it will bruise. “Soon my claim will live right here.”

He trails kisses down my chest, sucking and licking his way down my body. When he gets between my legs, he gives me a look full of lust and dives back beneath the covers. He kisses my thigh and nibbles the fleshy part, leaving me aching.

Briggs pops his head up beside me, a sleepy smile on his face. “Is he edging you, baby?”

“So well.” I pout.

“Let’s see if I can help him,” he teases, eyes full of mischief.

My core tightens as Briggs circles my nipple with his tongue. He does it once. Twice. On the third time, he finally sucks it into his mouth.

“Please,” I beg.

My back arches into Briggs’s touch, and I grind my hips in desperation. Briggs pinches my other nipple at the same time Gage’s breath ghosts over my pussy.

A burst of heat makes my core ache with need, my perfume going haywire. I spread my legs wider, wanting more, needingsomething to fill me. Briggs bites down gently on my nipple at the same Gage finally relents and sucks my clit with perfect pressure. When he adds two thick fingers, white sparks dance in my vision. My orgasm ripples through me, sending little bursts of pleasure through my body.

Gage growls, “I can’t resist you.”

He goes to his knees, the blanket falling around us as he notches his cock at my entrance. My healer looks crazed, his eyes glowing and his chest heaving. He drags the slick head of his cock through my wet center, teasing over and over before he finally sinks inside. His grip on my hips tightens, and he pulls me closer, stretching me open as he buries himself deep.

My legs lock around Gage’s middle, my heels digging into his ass. As he thrusts, the drag of each stroke lights me up inside, making me push back into him.

Briggs makes a noise of appreciation, his eyes trained on the spot where Gage and I are connected. “It’s so hot to watch you take him, beautiful.”

Gage snarls, his wolf close to the surface as he pounds into me. My hand digs into the sheet, desperate for an anchor. Gage’s eyes never leave mine, the connection between us a live wire.

Briggs plucks my nipples, his thumb brushing circles along my areolas before he draws one into his mouth. Between Gage pounding into me with ruthless precision and Briggs’s sweet attention, I get lost. My head falls back, eyes closing as an orgasm thunders towards me.

Gage grunts, his fingers dancing along my clit, and I see white. Bliss travels up my spine, and I moan, slick pooling between my legs. That causes Gage to pick up his strokes, his hands digging into my hips as he comes on a strangled groan. I want his knot. Digging my heels in, I try to pull him closer without success.

“Please,” I beg.

“Shhh, pretty girl. It’s all right. Gage can’t give you his knot without his bite, his wolf is too worked up, but I’ve got you.” Briggs’s lips find mine, sucking in my sounds as his hands gently caress my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

It’s not enough, and a whine escapes, needy and breathy. Briggs’s purr combats the sound, his lips slowing the kiss until I’m floating in him. Gage collapses, rolling to the side as he slips out. The loss makes me whine again, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember we need to wait for the full moon.

My thoughts get hazy as both mates try to bring me down with soft touches. They quiet my heart just enough to dampen the ache, but I feel the heat under my skin. By the time the moon rises tonight, I’m gonna be delirious for a knot and demanding bites.

It’s exciting—and scary as fuck.

Briggs takes my lips, molding his over mine. The kiss is lazy and comforting, like the lapping of the river along a quiet bank. It blankets the fear as I float on his soft lips.

Gage joins the kiss, and it crests into something messy and a little wild. It wakes me and fills me with the urge to move, like tapping into the fabric of magic just beneath the surface. I don’t understand it exactly, but my instincts are riding me hard, telling me to get my ass in gear.

This is my firstrealfull moon. All those years watching my grandmother work as a healer come back to me. She had traditions for preparing for the mating moon, not only as a healer, but also as an omega. I can almost hear her call to follow them.

“Up, I need to change the sheets,” I growl, pushing my two alpha mates apart.

Briggs laughs into their kiss. “Change the sheets? I thought they needed our scents.”

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