Page 84 of Wanted By the Wolves

I shift so that I’m hovering over Gage and suck along the hollow of his throat, licking my way to his mouth. I tease his tongue, and at the same time, I skirt my way along his chest, petting the area right below his belly button in slow strokes.

Gage nips my lip. “Stop being a dick and make me come. Fair is fair.”

I break away from his mouth to roll to the side, sitting up as though I’m debating the merit of his words. “I don’t know. I’d definitely say that last one was at least an assist from me, if not my win.”

My healer uses his powers for evil, zapping my balls with a magical pulse that makes my dick jump. At the same time, he lunges, pinning me to the nest. His hair hangs in my face, his silver eyes glowing.

“Tell me again, because you seem confused, who exactly was suckling our little omega’s clit?” He sits on my chest, his hard dick practically in my face. With a wicked grin, he wraps a fist around his cock, scooting closer. “That would be me. To the tune of eight. So, if you please, suck. My. Dick.”

“I’ve got a better idea.” The grin that takes over my face doesn’t stop the hunter in me from flipping his cocky ass and pinning his arms above his head with one of my hands. I grope for the jar of lube, coating my fingers before slicking both our cocks. “You gonna take me, Gage? Let me give you my bite?”

I notch my cockhead underneath the crown of his dick, using my fist to pump us both together. The slip and slide of our dicks makes my knot ache with the need to come.

“Fuck,” Gage shouts, jerking into my hold.

“That wasn’t a yes.” Our dicks slide through my tight grip. It feels so good I snap my hips.

Gage practically snarls, his look murderous. “My dick has been shouting an enthusiastic yes since you started teasing me. Do you need a written invitation?”

I nod in approval. “That would be nice. Maybe a new mug. Something more suited to?—”

Gage jerks forward in a burst of power—damn magic—and pushes me back until he’s in my lap, taking my lips in a kiss that’s at least fifty percent smile. “Shut up and fuck me already.”

Beside me, Nova’s moans as she rides Dex, begging for a knot. Her scent is rising again, making the haze of rut creep back into my vision. I see it reflected in Gage’s eyes, his alpha near the surface.

I tap Gage’s hip. “On your side. Let me prep you before my wolf demands we make it rough.”

Gage grinds his ass down on me. “I want to feel it.”

“You will. Now move.”

He rolls his eyes at me but lies on his side, letting me slide behind him. Someday, I’m gonna take my time and explore all of him, but right now, the deep need to fuck wins. I tease his hole until he’s slick and soft, scissoring him open first on one, then two, then three fingers.

When he’s begging, I line up my cock and take him in one thrust. The haze grips both of us, Gage pushing back against me as I pump my hips. I find that spot that makes him take shuddering breaths, his hand fisting around his cock.

He looks at me over his shoulder, mouthing, “Mate.”

That nearly makes me go off. Already, my knot is heavy, and my orgasm is close. I grind into his ass, hold his solid chest to me, and bury my nose in his neck. He smells like his greenhouse—life, nature, and healing. He also smells like Nova came all over his face.

Best fucking scent in the world.

I thrust deep and wrap my hand around Gage’s fist, helping add pressure on the upstroke. My fangs extend and sink into the soft flesh of his neck.

My alpha runs circles around his until he chases me back, bonding with mine and filling my chest with our connection. Gage’s presence joins Dex's and my link, and the pack alphas are now connected. It’s a settled feeling, the three of us protecting her bond together. I can also feel everything Gage doesn’t say in the mate bond. He’s glad I came for him, that I keep coming for him, that he loves me. I send back that love, offering myself in a way only a bond allows.

I nurse my bite, surprised to see the dazed look on my healer’s face. “I fucked your brains out, didn’t I?”

Gage makes this sound of satisfaction, which I take as agreement. I lick the healing bond mark again and kiss his cheek. Snuggling into his side as I slip out, I purr for him.

In the background, I hear Nova battling with Dex, but I can’t make out the words. A few moments later, our heat-delirious omega flings herself into our cuddle.

“More love,” she sings, letting loose a giggle.

In our bond, I can feel her satisfaction at having her pack all together as one.

“More hydration. A shower. Food,” Dex grumbles.

A chuckle slips out. It’s amusing as hell to watch my brother daddy her. He gets so worked up, and she just pushes right back in her sweet way.

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