Page 37 of Unforgivable

"Pretty baby," he says, just before our mouths meet.

This kiss is slow, deep, sensual. It carries something more than Rhet's usual kisses. His wolf is present, that solid, silent presence of confidence and vitality.

I pull back, sucking in a breath. He's carried me to my bedroom, laying me down on top of the blanket.

"Gorgeous," I hear Ezra say.

"Tell us if it's too much," Thjis orders.

"I can do this. I'm ready," I tell them. I'm a good liar. Hopefully, these three believe me because I'm ready to get this over with so that I'm not afraid anymore.

"Lyri," Rhet grasps my chin. My eyes meet his. "Remember what I told you?" I shake my head, 'no.' "This is about your pleasure. Today, it's your show."

I don't have time to feel surprised. My she-wolf is wagging her tail madly as Rhet kisses us again. I feel other lips, other hands, and tense in anticipation of the pain that follows.

Gentle. Kissing, sucking, licking, caressing. It hits me like a wrecking ball to the gut. They are offering just pure, sweet pleasure and taking absolutely nothing for themselves.

I let them sweep me away. My thighs part and I can tell it's Thjis that settles in between them just by the gentle fingers stroking me. He holds nothing back, his mouth and hands devouring me. Passion swells, making me clench my thighs around his head. My fingers curl into his hair, yanking as I sob into Rhet's mouth. I come apart at the seams, thighs shaking, screaming my orgasm into Rhet's greedy mouth.

I come back to Ezra's gentle touches. He's nuzzling my breasts, laughing as Thjis curses.

"You taste like honey," Thjis announces. "Fuck, just like honey."

"Let me taste," Ezra shoves his shoulder.

"I'm making sure she's OK," Thjis snaps back, refusing to budge.

"Share," Rhet grumbles at the two of them.

Thjis shocks me, running two fingers through my folds, then holding them out for Ezra.

"That doesn't count," Ezra pouts but pops Thjis' fingers in his mouth. "She does taste like honey," he admits with a wink at me.

Thjis climbs off of me then, walking out of the room without a word.

"He's just going to go jack off," Ezra tosses his brother under the bus.

I choke out a laugh, giggling madly, but when I sit up, my hips hurt like hell. "Ow, shit."

"Too much?" Rhet asks as he and Ezra help me sit up.

"It was fine," I say inanely. What do I say? Thanks for the orgasm, but you can go now?

Ezra starts to laugh. "Your face!"

"What?" I ask, affronted.

"It's bright red," he tells me in between chuckles.

I glare at him, but it doesn't stop his laughter.

Rhet leans over and kisses me. "I'm going to go check on the barns and lock up for the night. If your hips hurt, maybe Ezra can bring you something to eat in here?"

I nod, disappointed. I enjoy our meals together. I enjoy getting out of this bed even more. But, after shifting and then the... other activities, I'm pretty sure my body is going to make me pay.

"I'll be back," Ezra announces.

Thjis comes into the room a few minutes later. "How do you feel?"

"Sore," I admit.

"That's expected," his dark eyes examine me, and I feel my blush return with a vengeance.

He surprises me when he climbs into bed with me and hands me a stack of magazines. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he leans back against the headboard and closes his eyes.

I catch a whiff of something on his fingers. Turning my head, I smile knowingly. His hands smell like vanilla-scented lotion.

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