Page 11 of Luna: Posy 2

Is there an order we should do this in?I asked my boys.

The same as she marked us makes the most sense, I think,Cole pointed out, and we all nodded.

"Hey, why did you stop kissing me?" Posy opened her eyes and pouted up at me.

"We're going to mark you now, baby." I pecked the tip of her nose. "Is that okay?"

"Yes, please." Her dimpled smile melted my heart. "Do I need to do anything?"

"Just relax and enjoy the ride," Ash murmured against her skin.

Ride? You're the one riding the mattress, I teased.

She's so freaking soft and warm, I'm losing my mind,Ash groaned.I'm going to come as soon as my teeth break her skin!

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I love you, cupcake."

"I love you, too, Ash."

She stiffened when his canines bit down, but only for a second. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and we knew she was surfing the same waves of pleasure that we had when she'd marked us. It wasn't an orgasm, but it feltrealgood.

And she has four more marks to go, Cole smirked.

As he predicted, Ash came as soon as his teeth embedded in her neck, his long body taut and still for several seconds before he collapsed on her. He managed to finish the mark and lap up the blood, his saliva healing the punctures, then dropped his head on her breasts and panted.

"Ash," she breathed and wrapped her arms around his head and neck.

The smug mutt had the freaking audacity to wink at me as he rubbed his face into her round boobs, his mouth millimeters from one hard nipple straining against her shirt.

You weigh a ton!Mase barked.Get off of her, you moose!

With a groan, Ash rolled my way and pulled the sheet with him, probably to hide his wet shorts from Posy. I shuffled toward the headboard to be out of his way, and he rolled into Wyatt.

Grumpy pup that he was in the mornings, Wyatt scrambled over him with a scowl, then shoved him off the edge of the bed.

Ash's groan, and the loud thud when he hit the floor, made Posy worry.

"Ash?" she called out, her eyebrows puckering, and I reached down to smooth them out with my thumb.

"He's fine," I told her.

"I'm fine," Ash echoed from the floor.

"My turn, Posy," Mase distracted her, and she stared up at him with heart eyes.

He touched our mate as if she were a fragile kitten, and his rough hands were gentle as he cupped her face and kissed her.

"Mason," she breathed when he freed her lips. "I love you."

"You are my whole heart, little flower."

He buried his face in her neck, his hands clenched on either side of her pillow. When he bit into her, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders for a second, then sighed and smoothed her hands over the little crescent indents she'd left. Goosebumps broke out all over his skin as he hummed deep in his throat and licked away the blood.

When he pulled back, he stared down at the mark with a pleased smile.

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