Page 22 of Connected

“Hey baby,” Digby smiles, “I sure as hell glad I found you.” He leans forward and softly kisses her lips. His hand grips Zak’s shoulder while his other rests gently on Kat’s cheek.

There’s a surge of emotions, and Kat pulls Digby’s arm tightly around her and moves her free hand to Zak’s hip. Sandwiched between the pair—the guys move closer and hold her protectively between them. A stream of tired tears run down her face and in small crystal-like droplets, they drop from her chin. “Oh Digby, you can’t believe how grateful I am, you came for us.”

“Hey, hey there was no way in hell I wasn’t comin’ for you—either of you,” he smiles.

“See… I told you, no doubt he’d come.”

“Yeah, Zak’s right—you never need to doubt—I will always come for you.” he kisses her and smiles. “So, how are you feelin’? He strokes gently under the soft part of her chin and she looks up, staring intently. Her eyes have dulled, losing their normal bright sparkle, and Digby can sense something is wrong. The strong pull her wolf usually has on his body is lost and he frowns with concern. “All right, what the hell’s goin’ on? What happened to Luna?”

“That…” Zak gestures to the collar around her neck. “I already told ya. Alvarez, put that damn thing on her, and now she can’t shift.”

Digby examines the silver band. Touching it, he immediately snatches his hand away—feeling the burning heat from the silver. “What the fuck…” he glances down at the painful red line burned on his palm.

Kat reels, his mistaken touch accidentally forces the silver against her skin. “Ow… Ow, shit!” She squeals out loud, and sucking air through her teeth, she needs a moment to regain her control over the pain.

She can barely speak, shaking her head and stamping her feet as the hurt fills every cell of her body.

“Hey, careful,” Zak frowns. “That’s made from… some kinda Russian silver—he called it a ‘submission ring’. I’m sorry man, I let you down, but I couldn’t do anythin’ to stop him—they had me all tied up. I swear to God if I could’ve, I would’ve killed him right there. I just couldn’t do anythin’. Fuck, I’m sorry,” Zak’s head drops.

Digby scowls—not at Zak—but at the image that fills his head of Alvarez and what he’s going to do to him.

“Hey, Zak…” Kat sighs, “you did everything you could, and if you hadn’t killed those two assholes, then God knows what would have happened to me. No one blames you for this—certainly not me. Truly, there was nothing else you could do. Digby, they had him all bound up and I feel so bad, I couldn’t help him. All those marks… maybe I should have done something more?” She looks Zak in the eyes and places a hand on his cheek. “I owe you so much. You saved me.”

“She’s right, none of this is your fault. Hey c’mon Zak, since when do you do a fuckin’ pity-party? The Zak I know would be lookin’ for revenge—he’d be wantin’ to rip that shifter’s arms from his body, and I promise, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.”

With Kat positioned between the pair of them, Digby holds her tight and Zak wraps his large muscular arms around the pair of them. He holds them both close and smiles, feeling content.

Kat rests her head against Zak and her fingers gently stroke his skin. It feels nice; he’s warm, and it’s comforting to have both men holding her. Her touch on their bodies has an immediate obvious effect—both men now have a hard-on because of their shift.

Kat takes a deep breath, sniffing; their strong masculine odor fills her nostrils. It’s a hot sweaty mix of pheromones and testosterone—an earthy intoxicating essence that seeps like steam into the cool night air and overpowers her newly regained senses.

The scent of two such dominant wolves has a powerful effect on her body, and Kat closes her eyes to savor each breath—she can’t get enough.

It permeates her skin and turns her on. Her libido registers off the chart, so much that it makes her feel light-headed, and she steadies herself by pressing her back tight against Zak’s chest; her free hand wanders a smoothing path down Digby’s hip to his groin, and she wraps her hand around his hard and wanting cock.

Digby stares Zak in the eyes and groans; he’s enjoying watching the woman he adores with her naked body—pressed against the brother he worships.

Kat smiles, her eyes willing Digby to kiss her as she continues to tease his dick, making him groan louder. His hand brushes gently over her breast as he leans forward and his lips press against hers and he gives her a long-overdue kiss. She snuffles a moan and Zak’s not sure of his role—if he should be here, but he’s now reassured to stay when Kat’s hand finds its way between his legs and she strokes his cock.

“Oh…” The only sound he can manage as his feelings intensify, watching Digby and her kiss. Kat takes hold of Zak’s hand and guides him down the smooth flat of her stomach to her clit. She smiles as his fingers tease and she nestles against him—relaxed.

His free hand stroking her hair before it follows the curve of her spine, eases around her waist, over the smooth roundness of her butt, and gropes softly at the cheeks of her ass.

“Mmm….” In the silent stillness of the night air, their groans of pleasure carry across the jungle.

Kat turns around and arching her back she pushes her ass towards Digby. He immediately fingers the soft folds of her body—dipping them in and out of her pussy. Facing Zak and with the taste of Digby still on her tongue, she kisses him.

He grabs at her hair, wrapping it around his hand; the other free to touch between her legs and tease at her clit. The feeling of both men pleasuring her is intense and the soft sounds of her moans turn the pair of them on.

The moment between the three becomes a pleasurable cycle of lust, desire, and love.

Digby can’t hold back—his recent shift combined with the joy of finding his bonded pair consumes him. He needs this—he needs her.

Teasing her wetness, he withdraws his hand and presses his cock against the entrance of her wanting pussy, and then—with Kat on tiptoes in front of him—his hands tightly grip her hips as he eases the hard length of his cock inside her.

Rocking her ass back against his groin, Kat takes a deep breath as the thick girth of his shaft fills her. As she gasps, the wet lock of her lips on Zak’s is momentarily broken.

Zak smiles as he looks her in the eyes, watching as she continues with the massage of the muscles of his chest. Tweaking his nipple, she playfully teases him, and he reciprocates doing the same to her. Gently cupping his hand around her breast, he rolls her nipple firmly between his thumb and finger—squeezing it hard, sending a wave of pleasure down her body.

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