Page 54 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

I’m learning that each of them has their own style of kissing, and Maverick’s is desperate, searching. One of his hands plants itself on my lower back, drawing me up against him, and the other cradles my jaw, tipping my head back so he can get better access.

His smell and touch and essence seep into me, until it feels like we’re just two atoms slotted together in the fabric of life, working together, seamless.

“Faye,” he growls, pulling back when the backs of my knees hit the edge of my mattress. I look up at him, my eyes wide, my entire body thrumming with need. He moves forward, like he might push me backwards, but there’s another knock on the door.

This time, I’m not afraid. Even if itisKurt, I have Maverick here with me. I don’t need to be afraid—he’s automatically on my side, and I haven’t even told him the worst of what he’s done to me.

Seeing the expression on my face, Maverick pulls away from me, moving to the door and opening it. Xander stands there, his chest bare, in nothing but a pair of loose pajama pants, and the sight of it sends another scorching wave of arousal through me.

Both men turn, their gazes dark, heated, and I remember, again, that they can smell me, know how my core is throbbing, twisting with want, how my panties are damp with need.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Xander says, his eyes meeting mine. I realize they’re both looking at me, waiting for my okay, for me to invite them inside, into my bed. Just like Maverick said at dinner.

Despite what I’ve always believed about alphas, that’s not the truth of the situation—they’re not going to make me do anything I don’t want to do. Not these two men, not Cayson and Ezra.

And, luckily for all of us, I want to do it.

“Come in,” I say.

I open the door for him. He steps inside, and I lock it behind him. As he turns to look at me, I take a deep breath, reach down, grab the hem of my nightgown, and strip it off over my head.

Maverick and Xander are in front of me before it even hits the floor. They’re close enough to touch, but they don’t. They just stand there, breathing hard, looking at me in nothing but my panties.

“You’re my mate,” Xander says roughly.

“Ourmate,” Maverick corrects, his gaze running up and down my body eagerly. “No games. No deals. No, we’re not doing this because of some asshole. You’re ours.”

I realize they need me to say it, but I hesitate. “You can’t ever hurt me.”I can’t handle it if they hurt me.

Xander rears back. “Never.”

“Never,” Maverick says, emphasizing the word.

I hesitate, wrapping my arms around my chest.

“What else, little one?” Xander asks, his expression intense.

Without knowing what I’m going to say, I start talking, “And I don’t know anything about relationships or men. I’m used to an isolated life and may need some guidance.” I take a deep breath. “And I don’t have any idea what the future is going to look like. I just want to be safe.”

“We can do that, and we understand all of that,” Maverick promises, a smile touching his lips.

I realize something else. I should really be clear about Cayson and Ezra, since it may change what they want. Maybe without alphas, I’m not nearly as desirable. “And I don’t know if Cayson and Ezra will be in our future…”

Maverick laughs. “Yeah, right.” And he exchanges a knowing glance with Xander that I don’t understand.

Okay, I said it at least.

Xander uses one finger to tilt my head up, so our eyes meet and hold. “What else? We’ll give you anything.”

His words make warmth spread through my chest. “Nothing else.”

A small smile curves his lips, and he grabs my hips, pulling me against him. Without a word, his lips crush mine, and we kiss until the world spins away, and there’s nothing but us. I break our kiss, breathing hard, and Maverick moves to stand closer to us, capturing my lips with his mouth. His kiss is different, less like he’s drinking me in and more like he’s desperate for me.

Our kiss ends, and Xander takes me into his arms and carries me to the bed before setting me down in the center of the bed. I just stare at them, eyes wide, wondering what will happen next. I’ve only ever had sex with Cayson and Ezra. What if it’s really different with them? What if I don’t like it?

The second the thought enters my mind, I dismiss it. If I like them touching me, like them kissing me, I’m sure everything else they do to me will be great. I just have to be brave, and not get into my head too much.

Maverick starts to undress. His movements are hurried, but his expression is calm. He’s down to his boxers when Xander stops him, putting a hand on his arms. “Are you sure it won’t be too much for her?”

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