Page 166 of Unforgivable

Need was never this acute before, but then, he never really looked at me, never reciprocated my need for him.

An icy hand slides over my bare belly. I gasp with sheer relief as the chill cools down my overly-heated skin. A block of ice sidles up against my back. I nearly whimper out loud at the sensation. Icy lips touch the side of my neck, slide down to my collarbone. Another set of lips kiss the other side of my face, peppering my cheek with delightful cool. Yet another cold jolt radiates through my left hand as another set of freezing lips presses into my palm.

I'm surrounded by profound relief as the Heat from the bond fades under the relentless cold. The other Heat is taking over, curling from my loins. I let my head fall back as those lips and hands explore my body. A sultry moan drifts past my lips. Thisfeelssogood.

"Get your filthy hands off of my mate!"

The roar rings through the glade. It's followed by the silence of genuine dismay, broken only by one lone cry of feminine horror.

Almost lazily, I open my eyes. I didn't even know I had shut them, that I had broken contact with his washed-out denim blue eyes first. I meet them again, not caring about the fire that is burning in their depths. My cold icicles are keeping me refreshed.

There are other wolves in the glade. Who is here? How much danger are we in? I look, trying to peer through the lust-induced haze of my mind. I see enemies. It's a lot of wolves who would race to rescue their precious golden-male alphason.

I smile, a biting smirk, as one intrepid hand slides under the cotton shirt to cup my mound intimately. I sigh breathlessly, letting my male know I like his thinking.

"Fuck you, fuckyou," Daan is struggling, Alpha Jax and Beta Max holding him back. I laugh out loud, nuzzling one of my cold males. Their names rhyme... Jax and Max, how silly. Hmm... the daddies to the rescue... I wonder if Alex Pierson is here for his precious daughter? There are more, more wolves in the glade, but I can't pay attention.

"Look at what you've turned her into, a slut!" Drew cries out.

I snarl at the cowardly male. Some Beta. "I am no slut. These are mymales," my wolf growls to him, making her Claim on her harem clear.

Lips against my neck curve into a smile, a deep chuckle telling me that they approve of being labeled as mine.

"Are you pleased, our Luna?" a dark, silky voice sends shivers of delight down my spine. Rhet follows his words with a nip of the top of the soft swell of my breast.

Heat sends shards of painful need through my body. I whine slightly, rubbing my body on the hard ones next to me.

"Stop!" Daan screams. It's the last coherent word he utters as he battles against the wolves holding him back. The air is punctuated with snarls and growls, but all I can focus on is the pleasure my males are aiding my Heat with.

"How can you stand their touch?" A bewildered voice cuts in. "Doesn't it feel like ice?"

I glare at the offender. Drew. This puny runt just has to interrupt me when I'm having fun all the time.

"The chill feels good, doesn't it, pretty Luna?" Rhet grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes the globes firmly.

"Yes," I confess in a husky, needy whisper. Why is my Blue-Eyes talking when he could be using his mouth for better things?

"Our beautiful Luna. Look at you." Thjis has taken a step back, just watching his brothers touch and please me. I rumble in my chest, wanting him to put his hands and mouth back on me.

With a dark smirk, he drops to his knees in front of me. I smile, my fingers dancing over his shorn hair. This mouth.

"Fuck," I hear one someone mutter. I peek out of my periphery and see Franco staring determinedly at the ground as if it's the most fascinating pile of dirt and leaves he's ever seen. The tips of his ears are red.

I don't care about the eyes watching my males pleasure me. My Heat is making me careless, making me reckless. I am grinding myself on Thjis's open mouth, my legs hooked over his broad shoulders, running my hands up and down Ezra and Rhet. I will take every ounce of pleasure they can offer and be happy for it.

When my orgasm hits me, it hits hard and fast, almost unexpected. I scream in pleasure, writhing in cold arms.

I lean my head against Ezra and close my eyes. I need a moment. My Heat is subdued for now. My males feel nice and warm again. My head is clearing.

I just had oral sex in front of a dozen wolves.

"Don't be shy, now, our Luna," Thjis whispers. He stands, leans in, and kisses me, tongue sweeping my lips, parting them. I can taste myself, something that I know he fully intended, my dirty-minded Bear.

I open my eyes to glare at him. He is full-on grinning, looking very proud of himself.

"Don't forget who you are. Who they all now know you are," Rhet murmurs intimately. He is standing just in front of us, muscles bunching, posturing at the pack.

I straighten my spine. That's right. I'll meet the gazes of all of these wolves, except for Franco. He's been like a beloved uncle to me for the last few years, so I'll skip looking at him while my legs are still shaky from orgasming so hard right in front of him.

---