Page 96 of Taken By The Wolves
I bare my teeth and snap them gently near Scarlet’s neck, earning a squeal and a giggle as she tugs me closer. “Our mate tastes like heaven,” I growl. “I’d huff and puff and blow down this whole fucking cabin to get to her sweet pussy.”
“Reed,” Finn says without looking up, “for the love ofall that’s holy, put on some goddamn pants.”
Scarlet leans into me, her voice low and teasing. “Don’t. I like you like this.”
I grin wickedly. “See? She’s the boss.”
With one smooth motion, I scoop Scarlet into my arms and turn toward the table, ignoring the groans behind me as I brush the paperwork and plans onto the floor with a casual sweep of my arm. Finn curses. Nixon sighs.
I lower her onto the table like she’s the offering, and I’m the one who’s seeking the goddess’s favor. Scarlet’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t protest. She watches me with that soft, glowing gaze that says she’s mine in every way that counts.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, kissing the curve of her cheek, the pulse point beneath her jaw, the place behind her ear that always makes her tremble.
I tug open the cardigan and push it off her shoulders, followed by the soft cotton tee she’s wearing. Her skin is warm under my palms, her belly round with our children. I kiss it gently, again and again, trailing my lips along the rise of it, marking her with my scent. Scarlet moans, fingers tangling in my hair as I move lower, my mouth mapping her like a man memorizing home.
“Reed,” she whispers, the word catching like it’s too big to hold inside.
My chest tightens, too full of love, too heavy with gratitude. I undress her slowly, reverently, peeling away the last layers of fabric to reveal the woman who carries our future and holds our past together like it’s nothing. I don’t rush. She deserves more than hunger. She deserves worship.
She reaches for me, pulling me down, and I go willingly, bracing myself over her, fitting my body to hers like we wereshaped by the same stars.
“Make love to me,” she whispers, her eyes glossy, her hands reaching for my brothers, too. “I need all of you.”
Nixon moves first, coming to her side, brushing hair from her face, and kissing her forehead. Finn’s slower, more hesitant, always the careful one. But he steps close, dragging his knuckles along her arm and lifting her hand to his lips.
And then it’s the three of us.
Our clothes fall away, scattered like the papers we swept to the floor, and we come to her with love spilling from our lips. Scarlet gasps as Nixon kisses along her throat. At the same time, Finn’s hands explore the curve of her hips, and I take my time at her center, tasting her, coaxing pleasure from her until she’s bucking against me, wild and out of control.
She arches beneath us, body trembling, so close to breaking, so close to flying apart, and we catch her with mouths, with hands, with love so fierce it burns through the past and binds us tighter to the present.
She cries out as we bring her over the edge again and again, her voice a song that only we know the melody to. When I finally push inside her, she sighs like she’s finally home.
And I am home. Here. With her. With them.
Her lips find Nixon’s as I move inside her, and she reaches for Finn, drawing him closer so his mouth can discover her breast, swollen and sensitive. It’s all tenderness. All heat. All trust.
Scarlet lies beneath me, her skin glowing in the soft amber light spilling from the hearth, her eyes wide and dark with emotion. She gasps as I move inside her like I’m carving my name into her soul.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, my hand splayed across her belly. “I’ll always have you.”
My wolf rises with the need to bind us together. My knot pulses, swelling with every thrust, threatening to breach her tight entrance and seal us.
Her body trembles, her gasp caught between pleasure and something more primal. She’s mine now, in every way that matters.
When I pull back, her eyes lock with mine, and she touches my face, lips parting in a soft moan. “Reed.”
“You feel so good,” I grind out, hammering into her. “Like you were made for my cock.”
I grind my hips into her, dragging my pelvic bone against her clit, giving her the pressure she needs as she grunts and whines, begging to come.
“Fuck, Reed. Oh, fuck.”
She’s so slick that it’s coating my balls as they draw tighter.
“Give it to me, Reed. Give me your knot.”
“You want it? You want this big dick to fill you up and seal you shut?”
