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“You told them?” I asked Cole in an accusing tone, but he just shrugged.

“No secrets in a sleuth,” was his pat reply.

“It’s my turn now.” I couldn’t work out how Cole was still standing there, the threat obvious in Tyson’s voice, but any anger, any defensiveness melted the moment Tyson’s eyes met mine. “I need–”

I pressed my fingers to his lips, felt Tyson kiss them slowly.

“I know, don’t I?”

That should’ve been a statement, but instead it came out curiously, me trying to articulate a strange slip of a feeling that started to disintegrate the moment I tried to investigate it. This was something beyond the pull of having a hot man holding me in his arms, his dick slotted against my seam, ready to serve. Beyond the feel of his massive frame, all those hard muscles. Something deeper, more intense than just sex, but it was flavoured heavily with desire, and my fingers traced the shape of Tyson’s lips before moving to cup his jaw with my palm.

“You’ve been waiting…” I wasn’t sure where I was pulling this from, some deep well inside me I never knew existed until now. “So long.” My eyes creased then, an all too familiar wave of longing rising inside me. “Longer than you thought, to the point you started to wonder if she’d ever come.”

His brows jerked down and I wondered then if I’d gone too far, but I couldn’t seem to shut up.

“That you’d just be forced to limp through life, heart breaking more each day, slowly, silently, until you were just a ghost of a woman, I mean, man…” I blinked, then frowned, looking away, but Tyson used his spare hand to tip my chin up.

He set me down on the edge of the outdoor table, moving to close the small gap between us, those honey brown eyes gazing into mine.

“Yeah,” he said, “that.” He tried for a smile, a small one forming and faltering. “And now you’re here and I’m trying to give you time. Your head must be spinning, because I know mine is. Since I was a little guy, I’ve been told what it would be like, finding my mate, but nothing,” he slowly shook his head, “nothing prepared me for you.”

Tyson’s hand shook as he lifted it and he stroked my face and my hair with a kind of reverence, his smile strengthening.

“It’s so much more intense than I expected. Because it's not just some woman.” He leaned closer, then stopped. “It’s you, Ellie.” His voice broke on that and my heart swelled. “It’s you.”

He moved then, using both hands to stroke over my face, through my hair, down my shoulders and across my shoulder blades, as if he wanted to memorise the shape of me.

“You’re kind and sweet and so good with the boys. And you’re fucking hot–”

“OK, you’ve lost me now,” I muttered, flushing bright red.

“You are.” My eyes were forced back up to meet his. “You’re a fucking goddess. You’re soft and small and you have fucking amazing tits.”

“Right?” Cole appeared at our shoulder with a smirk. “Like I had faith the bear gods would look after us, but damn…” His eyes slid down to my cleavage until I was forced to punch the guy.

“I know this is probably moving too damn fast.” Tyson stared down at me, his expression completely contradicting his words. There was no wariness, no desire to slow things down there. “But I can’t bring myself to pump the brakes. Not unless…” He moved in closer and my head tipped backwards slightly, my lips following his. “Not unless you tell me I need to.”

And that was the thing, wasn’t it. They’d stormed into my bathroom, then my house and my life, taking over everything, but there was one last thing they wanted. I felt it beating oh so fragilely in my chest, my heart trying to remind me of the pain I’d felt all those times before, when guys disappointed me, hurt me, betrayed me, or just didn’t bother to turn up. There was nothing to say that these four men wouldn’t do the exact same thing to me, except that feeling. Every time they touched me I felt this pulsing feeling of warmth. At first it was mainly a sensual thing, dropping me into thick, fluid heat, but now? My heart felt like it pulsed with the same warmth, an all-encompassing feeling of pleasure that had me smiling, then laughing from how good it made me feel.

“I need you.” I couldn’t believe I was saying those words, but as soon as I did, I knew it was real. “I need you, Ty.” He grabbed my hand then, pressing a burning kiss to my palm. “At the very least, I need the recipe for that chilli, because damn…”

And with that we both laughed, just for a moment, but our smiles faded as we drew closer, unable to resist the pull now, his mouth against mine the sweetest thing I’d ever felt, making that hot feeling inside me flare brighter.

“Well, if you’re not gonna let me play,” Cole said, breaking the spell. “How about you show me?”

Chapter53

Tyson

“Show you…?” Ellie asked hesitantly, but I knew exactly what he meant. Cole met my eyes and held them for way too long, communicating silently something I wasn’t sure I was ready to share with our mate.

We’d sat up late at night so many times, all four of us, talking about whatshewould be like. What our mate would look like, how we’d win her over. None of those grandiose plans had lasted a minute beyond meeting Ellie, but it’d kept our spirits up, made the waiting that tiny bit easier. But one night when I was super drunk, it’d come out. What I wanted, needed, deep down. I always knew I’d share my girl with the men I called brothers, but… At some point my brain had twisted that shit, turned it into a whole other erotic thing. One where I’d watch one or more of them pleasing her, while I sucked up her pleasure secretly, all the frustration, longing and need I felt plagued me every damn day manifesting as this.

But then there were the fantasies I had when it was finally my turn.

When I had my girl in my arms and my lips were on hers. When I felt her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me closer for one kiss, then another, all of them bleeding into each other until I was drowning in her, just as much as she was drowning in me.

But then they’d appear, joining us, moving closer to share her pleasure, stoking her higher and higher until she was half out of her mind with it and that’s when… That’s when I’d turn her around, warding the others off as I claimed her as mine, stripping her of her clothes, her inhibitions falling aside with them. She’d sit on my lap, her thighs on the either side of mine and they’d all watch as I destroyed the woman we loved with pleasure.

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