Page 67 of Wanted By the Wolves

“Blankets, yes. But I need new sheets… and sage, possibly lavender—” My movements are frantic as I twist out of Gage’s hold, herding him toward the edge of the nest.

“All right, wild child, I’ll get them,” he concedes. “Give me a minute to find pants.”

I turn my sights on Briggs, who holds up his hands in surrender. “Pre-heat Nova is fierce.”

He gives me a goofy grin as he trips over his sleeping brother.That jostles Dex awake, and I sigh, frustrated when my snuggly alpha pulls me in for a kiss. It’s delicious, and I get distracted, his warm, sleepy scent making me curl myself around him.

“Good morning, sweet girl. You smell so fucking delicious right now.” Dex makes this husky, almost breathless growling sound into my neck as I struggle to come up for air.

Shit. I need to focus. My mates don’t need to be here now. In fact, I very much need them out.

I push against Dex’s chest, wiggling out of his lap as he grabs for me. I’m pinned in the nest blankets before I can think, staring into glowing silver eyes.

“What is it?” Dex asks, nostrils flaring.

My decision to escape wasn’t the best way to calm either of us down.

Hot. But not the time.

Breath wooshes out of me, and I give him my best pleading look. “My wolf says I need this space. Alone.”

Understanding dawns in his eyes, and the glow sparks brighter, his scent swelling before it dims. “Whatever you need.” He nuzzles my palm before kissing it. “Briggs and Gage can check the wards while I do the chores and double-check everything is ready to lock down for your heat.”

Dex gives me one final kiss and rolls off me. He grabs a pair of jeans from the closet while the other two talk quietly as they get dressed. I ignore them, focusing on my nest.

The full moon signals reaching a peak. It’s about the process of transformation, of new beginnings. I fall into the first of the rituals, preparing my nest for my mates.

Chapter 35

Briggs

Gage’s face is beet red as he pushes himself out the front door in a cloud of Nova’s perfume.

“You all right?” I smother a laugh, clapping him on the back. “Your wolf seems a little on edge.”

I shouldn’t tease him. He’s close to losing it between his lack of sleep and the moon rising. He’s almost in rut, his wolf desperate to stop holding back when it comes to our omega mate, but I can’t seem to help myself. Seeing Gage out of sorts around her is peak shit-talking material, and I can’t let the opportunity slip by.

Besides, he’s got nothing to worry about with Nova. Whatever hang-ups he’s got are in his head. She’s head over heels for him. I know he’s worried about the magic, but we’re strong—stronger than he’s giving us credit for.

Gage growls in agitation, picking up his pace through the courtyard. I jog to catch up, burying my smile at his grumpiness. He’s hopelessly fighting his instincts, and for some reason, I find it endearing this morning.

“I can’t wait to see you go full wolf tonight.”

I grab his wrist, tugging him to look at me. Gage is small for an alpha, barely six feet, and all lean muscle. His features aresharp, making him more refined looking than rugged, but right now, in the cold forest with his wild hair dancing in the whipping wind and his breath a white cloud around him, he looks like a predator. He curls his lip, his fang tip peeking out as he lunges for me.

He shoves me back against the base of a tree, our mouths colliding in a lashing kiss full of his frantic energy. He vies for control. It’s a passionate slip of the tongue and a sharp nip. My alpha pushes back against him, determined to take over and soothe his desperation.

I grab the back of his neck and wrench my lips from his, using my hunter’s strength to outmuscle him and flip our positions. I press into his back, splaying my palm against the rough trunk and nestling my bulge against his ass.

Gage bucks, but it only grinds his ass against me.

“You’re damn near feral with the need to claim, aren’t you? You keep trying to hold back, but you're desperate to knot her, to sink your teeth in our pretty wolf’s neck and mark her as ours.” Wrapping my other arm around his waist, I brush my fingers against his hard cock.

Gage sprouts claws, digging into the wood, his wolf chuffing.

I suck a blooming mark on his neck, my hand dipping below the waist of his jeans to trace the length of his hard shaft.His head falls to the side, and I lick a long trail before nipping his earlobe.

“You’re going to claim her tonight with your pack.” I tighten my grip as his dick slides through my curled palm, squeezing on the downstroke.The pull of the moon, even this early in the day, is filling me with the deep need to fuck, but it’s nearly taken Gage. I drag my hand up and down his length. “We’re going to make her wet, get that pink pussy shiny for us, and then we’re going to see how much of a mess she can make of our cocks.Together, all of us will claim her and finally make this pack official.”

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