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In every single one of my holes at the same time.

We fell into an orgasmic oblivion together, the men coming undone as I shattered between them.

My men.

My pack.

When the world finally came back into focus, we were lying on the ground, sweaty and sated, and I was more than a little sore. I snuggled up between them, a satisfied smile spreading across my lips.

“I love you,” I murmured, the words slipping past my lips, but it felt right.

“We love you too, little mate,” Thorne rumbled, the other men echoing the sentiment.

In that moment, everything was perfect.

CHAPTER 23

Tobias

I had every intention of making our mate sit between us after her punishment with our seed dripping from every hole as she thought about what a bad little mate she had been, but I couldn’t bring myself to force her to move from where she was.

Instead, I simply looked at her lying on the weird grass between Thorne, Killian, and Callum. She was quiet now, her breathing even and controlled as she clung to Callum’s hand like it was the only thing anchoring her to the ground.

She looked so small there, fragile even, but I knew better. Zara wasn’t fragile—she was fire and fury, a storm wrapped in a human shell. That was what drew us to her, part of what made herours.

I had wanted to mark her tonight so badly. I wanted to sink my teeth into her soft skin and claim her in a way that no one could ever question who she belonged to ever again.

We would. We all would. In time.

When she was ready.

I leaned back against a tree, watching as Killian teased her softly, his mischievous grin tugging a reluctant smile from her lips. Callum brushed her hair back gently, his gray eyes warm and full of affection. Even Thorne, ever the stoic sentinel, lay close to her, drifting a hand down the side of her naked torso and making her shiver.

She was such a perfect fit in our pack.

I watched as Zara’s eyes fluttered closed, her breaths soft and even as she gave in to her exhaustion. Her body relaxed between them, her head resting against Callum’s shoulder as her hand still clung loosely to his. She looked peaceful, finally, her lips curving into a faint smile even in sleep.

Magnus rose to his feet. “We need to find somewhere better for the night. She can’t sleep out here, not like this.”

“We passed a place a half mile back or so,” Thorne said, his eyes scanning the trees. “Looked like a cottage. Might be worth checking out.”

Callum gently eased Zara off his shoulder, cradling her against his chest as he stood. “Lead the way,” he said softly.

It didn’t take us long to reach the place Thorne was talking about. Callum carried her the entire way.

The cottage was old, much like the one we’d stayed in a few nights ago. Its stone walls were cracked in places, the roof sagging slightly, but it was still whole. The door creaked loudly as Magnus pushed it open, the hinges objecting after years of disuse.

Inside, the air was musty but dry, and a thin layer of dust coated the floor and furniture. An old wooden table sat against one wall, its surface nicked and scarred, and a few mismatched chairs were scattered around the room. A small fireplace stood in the corner, its hearth blackened with soot.

“Better than nothing,” Killian said, his grin returning as he dropped his pack onto the floor.

Callum carried Zara inside, his steps careful as he laid her gently near the fireplace. She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, but didn’t wake.

“She’s out,” Callum said, brushing his hand over her hair.

“Good,” Magnus said, his tone softer now. “She needs the rest.”

We found a few supplies in the cupboards—some canned food, a mostly full bottle of whiskey, and a tattered blanket that Thorne spread out over Zara. Magnus started a small fire, the flickering flames throwing long shadows across the room as we settled in for the night.

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