Page 88 of Damaged Princess

If I didn't know everything that happened tonight, I'd think they look peaceful.

Our suite in the lodge feels like heaven when we finally pile in after five a.m. It's been the world's longest night and we're all dead on our feet.

Vik's on edge even after we get back. Anastasia demands he sleep with us in the nest as a pack. I know he reached out to Soren, Steele, and Merrick repeatedly and got no response. He's desperate to warn them that Keeley is being tracked somehow. It's concerning to me, too, but that's tomorrow's problem.

We've all got to get some rest.

I know Vik needs to be close to Ana tonight. I grab a bowl in case Wolfe gets sick, and we all cuddle in close. I'm stuck on the edge close to Wolfe. But as he petulantly points out, he almost got his brains bashed in. I guess he earned it, but that only counts until the five stitches he got dissolve.

I roll my eyes, but take the spot furthest away from Ana.

I wake up with an ache in my neck because I'm using my arm as a pillow.

Anastasia makes a sound between a moan and a laugh. My head pops up to find Wolfe on his side with Ana lying with her back to his front. Wolfe has a hand in her panties and I groan, not just at the overwhelming scent of her arousal in the air, either. I'm pretty sure no sex for two or three days was on Wolfe's discharge paperwork.

"Do you want a brain bleed?" I ask, leaning over Wolfe's shoulder to check out the very squirmy Anastasia.

"Shit," Ana hisses, slapping Wolfe's hand away. "You're in trouble. Did you know that getting busy is on the list of things not to do?"

"I didn't read the paperwork," Wolfe muses, grinding his cock against her ass. "But I have had a concussion before."

"So you did," Anastasia grumbles, sounding totally indignant.

Wolfe shrugs. "This one isn't even that severe. I only blacked out for a minute or two. That fucking sneaky bastard. I came around the edge of the house, watching the woods, and he got me in the back of the head like a total coward."

Anastasia rolls to face him. "I'm so freaking glad you're okay."

"We all are," I say, squeezing his shoulder.

They kiss.

I groan. "The bond is wild. I'm pretty sure getting hit with arousal from both of you is what woke me up."

"Or the fact Ana isn't very quiet when she's about to come." Wolfe laughs.

Ana gives me a frisky grin. "Yeah, he definitely left the job unfinished…" The next thing I know she's climbing over Wolfe and settling on top of me. Her cold hands tease my sweatpants down and my half-hard cock bounces out.

"This is not fair," Wolfe grumbles, rolling to face us. He groans, clutching at his forehead. "Yeah, that shit sucks." The tattoos on his chest and arms move as he swipes a hand over his face.

"Sorry," Ana says, working my cock with her hand.

"You could be doing that to me," Wolfe complains. "That's not sex… I see who your favorite is."

Anastasia laughs. "You're cute when you're pouting."

"I'm pretty sure an orgasm would give me all-natural pain relief," he says, resting his head on his palm as he lies facing us.

"I have no intention of damaging your brain," Ana whimpers as she slides down my thick length. "Surprisingly enough, you successfully won me over along the way. I quite love you, Wolfe Alexander.”

"Aww, shit," Wolfe groans. "I love you, too, dollface." He slides his sweats down and wraps his hand around his cock, but my interest is absolutely on Anastasia. She finally pulls the sleep shirt off over her head as my hands land on her hips.

Her eyes meet mine. The smile she gives me makes my heart throb.

"I love you," she whispers, staring straight into my eyes.

My hand flies up, palming the back of her head. "And I love you, Ana."

She leans close, nuzzling her cheek to mine and grinding over my cock. I bite my lip for dear life to focus on something other than the feel of her warm heat wrapped around me. That and her declaration of love have me too close to the edge.

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