Page 79 of Wolves of the Golden Sun

Get it together, shitbird.

My fingers dig into her hips as I grind my body against hers, rubbing her clit with my knot.

“Please, Rook, more. I need more,” she groans breathlessly. Her chest heaves with the weight of her demand, and Jesus fuck if I don’t want to bury myself in her cunt and her tits all at once.

“Take whatever you need, sweet wolf,” I growl out.

Willa wastes no time doing exactly that. She latches her legs around my hips, grabs my shoulders, and pulls me on top of her. Nails or claws—I don’t know or care which—drag down my back as she slams her body into mine.

Willa shifts her weight, and suddenly, I’m on the bed and she’s riding me.

For an instant, every muscle in my body tenses, preparing to shut down.

But as I gaze up at her, the curve of her hips, the swell of her bouncing tits, the flush across her nose and cheeks as she works her way down on my knot, the adrenaline and fear rolls off me.

I don’t know why it’s taking her longer to take my knot this time. Maybe it’s always like this for her and the last time was so quick because of her heat. Whatever the reason, watching my mate work her beautiful pussy down on my knot is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

God, the way her body moves, the way it feels as she takes me in an inch at a time…

A throaty moan spills out of her mouth as she finally gets all of me into her. Her vag pulses around me, and it’s all I can do not to come before she’s even had a single orgasm.

That won’t fucking do.

“You better hold on, little wolf,” I say, and cast a vibration spell on my junk.

Willa’s eyes fly open as I steal the climax from her body.

It’s brutal. Her body convulses on top of mine until she’s a quivering mess lying on my chest.

I don’t release the charm until I’ve pulled two more climaxes from her. Only then do I finally allow myself to come.

WILLA

Fucking vibratingdongs are gonna be the death of me. Just as I finish screaming over the first one, Rook goes ahead and turns the speed up and gets another two out of me, completely by surprise.

When Rook finally lets go and comes, he lets go of something else.

“Fucking hell, I love you,” he murmurs as he releases himself inside me.

We lie connected like that for who-the-fuck-cares how long. When his body releases mine, I send a little prayer up to the Great Wolf, thanking him for giving me such an excellent mate while also vowing not to waste any more time sulking about the future.

We might not have a lot of time left together, and I plan to relish every moment.

Chapter20

From sea to shining sea or something like that

Weeks pass,and my mates and I fall into a routine. Rafe and Jonah take the morning shifts with the loggers and afternoons on patrol, while Drago—if he’s not in the Kootenays—and Rook stay with me. At dinner, we all meet at the house to share a meal, and maybe share some bodies, and afterward, Drago and Rook head in for a night shift.

It’s easy. It’s stable.

It’s more love than I ever dared to hope for.

It’s everything I ever wanted.

I’m never alone, never wanting. But I’m also never alone with Drago.

It’s not something we talked about or decided. It just happened. If someone has plans that leave me alone with him, plans get changed without question.

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