Page 83 of Bearly Hanging On

“What?”

His hand wrapped around hers, stopping her from pulling away, his hips moving to prolong the caress.

“Farting in bed and then blaming it on the dog.”

“Oh my god…” She perked up. “We’re getting a dog?’

“Anything you want…” He pressed his forehead to her shoulder. “If you just keep doing that. Fuck, I need to come.”

“Already?” I tried for bravado and failed utterly. I felt like she held my heart and my dick in her hand right now, both straining for more. “Tigers have no stamina. Don’t worry, I won’t blow too quickly.”

“Why?” Harper stared into my eyes, some of that mischief returning. “It’s kinda hot knowing I’m driving a guy nuts.”

“That what you want?” I shoved myself harder, faster, into her grip, right as my fingers began to dance in earnest. The smile was wiped from her face, replaced by an open-mouthed sigh. “Then we all go together. Ready to jump, pretty girl?”

“After you…” she hissed. “Show me how it's done.”

My mouth found her neck, my teeth scoring the skin there, dying to clamp down. I satisfied myself with just a little nip that wouldn’t break the skin.

“Think about how it's gonna be when you accept the bond,” I growled. “Think about how it’ll feel when you’re full of me. When my baculum juts out and locks inside you, forcing us to stay together until the pleasure finally washes away. Come for me, Harper, because fuck me if I’m not dying to do the same. Come for me now!”

Her body bucked in response to my words, and I strummed my way through one peak, then another, my seed spraying helplessly across her palm. My pleasure, hers, even Tor’s, it was like they were all separate strands, woven together to form something far brighter, far better, than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t have been more in this moment. Her heartbeat raced with mine, pumping blood through our bodies, letting every cell know that this was exactly where we needed to be.

That I loved her.

And that’s when I understood Mack.

As we all collapsed down onto the bed in a messy tangle, a vicious thought pushed itself between us. I would tear Dax’s fucking head from his shoulders and shit down his neck for even daring to look at Harper. My arms went around her, holding her tightly, as Tor did the same. We shared a small look over the top of her head and I knew we were of the same mind.

“So that’s a prelude of things to come…?” Harper sounded impossibly tired. “Maybe this whole fated mate thing won’t be so bad.”

“So bad?” Tor spluttered, rolling her onto her back and peppering her with kisses. “I’ll show you so bad. How about round two, or three, or four?”

“Calm down, Kitty Cat.” He made a sound of disgust, right before she tugged him back down. “How about a little marinating in the afterglow first?”

And this is the demarcation point between Mack and me. The world could be on fire and still I wouldn’t have left this bed to put it out. As my eyes closed and I snuggled down into the pillow, I knew nothing could get better than this.

But of course, it could always get worse.

I woke to the sound of my phone going off, and by a look at the window, it was early morning. A glance at the screen made clear it was my dads. I hustled out of the room, trying not to wake Harper as I answered it.

“What the hell is going on with that bloody idiot sleuthmate of yours?” Dad snapped as soon as I tapped on the screen.

“Tor?”

“Not the damn tiger,” he said. “The wolf. Did we or did we not tell you not to bond with him?”

“Are you seriously telling me you rang me at…” I glanced at my watch. “Six-thirty in the morning to lecture me about Mack?”

“No, I’m ringing you up at sparrow’s fart to tell you that the site we’ve been working on got hit last night. The builder rang me even earlier, asking me to explain why the hell a bunch of wolf shifters were caught on CCTV, trashing the place. Care to explain?”

Mack came out of his room looking both wired and tired.

“What?”

“I’ll be right there,” I told my dad before ending the call.

Chapter 35

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