Page 45 of Second Shooter

Draven murmured, “Get used to it. Taste, touch, scent, they all reaffirm our connection to you. It makes it stronger.”

She looked at him with raised brows. “Are you sure you want that? It’s a lot to contain if you get too close.”

“We are linked through you. You will not give us what we cannot take.” He stroked her hair.

“You have a lot of faith in me.”

Draven said, “I have seen you in action, Win. You did me no harm when the foundation broke. You could have, but you threw me to safety where I could get medical care.”

She shrugged. “You tried to help. You did help.”

He smiled. “It’s good to know it.”

Atil stroked her thigh. “May I continue?”

She bit her lip. “I would like to get on top if I may. I don’t want to be held down until I have a bit more confidence.”

He smiled and moved to the bed, sitting up slightly and holding his arms out to her. She grinned, and the other two helped get her back into a writhing mess. Fingers, mouths, no restraints but surrounded and supported. When she got Atil inside her, she paused, and he was perfectly still. She fell forward and braced herself on his shoulders while she swivelled her hips and got used to the feel inside her. His eyes were narrowed, and she leaned in to kiss him before she started a slow rise and drop. Wellyn and Draven kissed her neck, breasts and stroked her back slowly while she moved.

Atil was holding tight, his thick shoulders rigid as he gripped her hips and stroked his mark. The repetitive stroking got her moving faster until she locked on him, and he locked in her. She inhaled sharply. “Oh, right.” She felt heat inside her, and the pulse repeated.

His hands gripped her hips, and he grinned. “Any bad feelings?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Despite seeing it and feeling it, I forgot about the knot.” She sighed. “I remember now.”

He grinned.

Draven chuckled. “That was lovely.”

Wellyn muttered, “Speak for yourself; that was torture.”

She grinned and checked the link with Atil. It was thick and gold. Apparently, trust was an ingredient to a good relationship.

Draven kissed her and bent her back slightly, which caused a gentle tug below. She gasped and fluttered around Atil, and he groaned. There was more heat within, and Wellyn laughed.

Atil growled. “Just wait until she’s wrapped around you. You will understand.”

Draven lifted his head and grinned. “Feeling okay?”

“Yes. I get the feeling that the question is going to be asked a lot today.”

He grinned. “We want to make sure you feel safe.”

“I feel full; he swelled again.”

Atil chuckled. “Don’t clench on me, and I will eventually recede.”

“Meany.” She made a face at him, and he stroked her mark. She pulled his hand away. “I am guessing your placement was purposeful.”

“It was. Cori said you are ticklish, and those ticklish spots usually hide secrets.”

She made a face. “I am going to have to cancel her allowance.”

Wellyn chuckled. “It is good to have a little sister. She is a keeper of many interesting bits of information.”

Win sighed and rolled her neck as Atil came loose. She eased off, moving up his chest for a kiss. He grinned. “You did that on purpose.”

“Absolutely. Let’s all share the fun.” She glanced down at the glossy mess of pearl and slick. “Just glad it isn’t onyx. That would have been weird.”

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