Page 152 of Soul of the Chaos

Our den… He doesn’t—he can’t mean—is Grimm ordering us to stay?!

I tried to stomp on that hope. I couldn’t stand being wrong, not about this. Not when what I wanted most in the entire world—to be a real family—was being dangled in front of my face.

My panicked gaze shot first to Mongrel whose head was cocked on the side, his thunderous expression smoothing over into speculation as he studied Grimm’s stern profile. Then my eyes tracked to Sasha who was lying in the middle of the bed, fingering the hem of her towel and making dopey eyes at her most dominant mate.

In a daze, my eyes floated back to the floor as my body flushed with a terrible, all-consuming longing. I really, really didn’t want to be wrong.

“Get up on that bed and keep our mate’s pretty mouth busy.” Grimm leaned close to my ear but we both knew his guttural whisper would reach everyone in the room. “Think you can handle putting that silver tongue of yours to good use, omega?”

I gulped, eyes flying up to meet my alpha’s blazing gaze before he leaned forward and pressed our foreheads together. Sharing air.

Holy fuck, is Grimm—our Grimm—apologizing?!

Inside, my wolf pranced, tail wagging in delight.

Well, no, I snorted. Of course not. But this is as close as I’ve ever seen my alpha come to admitting he was wrong.

The invisible shield of ice separating us melted in relief. Mongrel made a satisfied hum in the back of his throat as Sasha patted the bed beside her in invitation. Her sultry smile was a little salty at the edges and that was all the confirmation I needed. Sasha wanted me here. I would’ve run over hot coals to make that girl happy.

I let out a whoop as I flew to her side, grabbing both sides of her laughing face and kissed the hell out of our girl.

“I trust you know how to keep that one occupied, beta?” Grimm taunted my other mate.

Mongrel scoffed but wasted no time obeying the implicit command.

What the fuck was even happening right now? Since when did Mongrel take orders in the bedroom from anyone? But it wasn’t so much that my beta was taking orders from Grimm as his entire focus was on the happy thrill of Sasha’s pulse through our mating bond.

And that’s when the truth dawned. This was about Sasha. About fulfilling our mate’s every longing. Nothing else in the world mattered more than that. Even Grimm’s dominant beast was willing to put his natural instincts aside to fulfil our little alpha’s inner most desires.

The bed moaned in distress as my sexy beta climbed in behind me, taking up what little room was left on our side. Snuggling in close, Mongrel sighed, the sound a mix of contentment and ragged desire.

I followed his lead, tasting the air, and savoured the flavors. Mongrel’s need mingled and stroked at Sasha’s spicy thrill. Then Grimm’s powerful ash and earth scent joined the fray, demanding his place in the mix. My mate, perhaps feeling my attention bouncing around like a puppy, growled and nipped my lip in rebuke.

Responding to our little alpha’s not-so-silent commands, I kissed Sasha more deeply. Her will was a tangible pulse in our mating bond. Smokey and full of fire.

The new four-way blend that was so uniquely us burned its way deep into my lungs, causing my heart to roll. Our scents rolled and tangled and blended into one swell of need.

Completely intoxicated, I let myself be lost to that primal wave.

Sasha’s kisses grew more urgent as our alpha slipped into bed behind her. He growled in welcome, nuzzling her neck as she hooked a leg over his naked hip. I could feel her shiver as he reached between them to stroke her sex, snarling at the wetness he found pooling there.

Her body still flushed with pleasure.

I smirked as a decadent thrill rushed through me. Mongrel and I had already left our mark deep inside our mate and now Grimm’s proud wolf would demand he replace it with his own. And that was okay. Her body was made to take us all.

Sharing this woman, our mate, felt right now that we had come together.

I swallowed Sasha’s cry as Grimm suddenly filled her. Hard thrusts which rocked our mate’s exquisite breasts into my chest, crushing any remaining doubt into oblivion.

As our bodies collided, the beautiful salty, sweet smell of Sasha’s desire saturated the room. Drugging me. Pulling me further underneath the gentle waves of her bliss as Mongrel worked my ass open with trembling, lubed-up fingers.

My beta wasn’t being gentle and I didn’t want him to be. Not when I was so fucking turned on at the thought of being here, kissing my girl as Grimm claimed her from behind with his short, sharp thrusts. Sasha’s joy was flowing freely into our mating bond, her pleasure the link which connected us all. Driving the beasts inside us wild with ecstacy.

I mewled, throwing a desperate look over my shoulder at Mongrel. My beta grunted in agreement, lining up quickly at my opening. Sasha growled, equally thrilled as my lust-addled brain fed every morsel of pleasure to her through my bond.

While we were busy getting settled, Grimm had taken to ravishing Sasha’s neck as he nipped and tortured her bare skin.

I gentled my racing heart and focused on fucking Sasha’s mouth with my tongue as Mongrel pressed forward then eased back. Panting as I kissed my way through that first exquisite burn. As always, my body opened beautifully, accepting my mate home.

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