Page 40 of Soul of the Chaos

Although Sasha allowed me to pull her out of the room, I could tell her patience was wearing thin. “Silver, what are you—”

With a happy whine, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her senseless. Before I knew it, my girl was kissing me back. My wolf was basically doing a happy dance inside my skin.

When we came up for air, I leaned close to her ear. “You’re fucking amazing. You know that, right?”

While my mate had been surrendering to my kiss, her eyes had fluttered shut. They seemed to be having trouble opening again. She fisted her hands in my hair, dragging my lips back to crush against her own as she muttered, “Just shut up and kiss me again, wolf.”

I didn’t need much persuading. We lost ourselves in each other for a time. The tangle of our tongues and teeth. The little rumbles and gasps of approval. The way our bodies couldn’t get close enough together, no matter how hard they tried.

A low and delicious growl filled the corridor. It was a growl I knew intimately. One full of hungry and possessive delight.

My beta mate was done waiting.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as he closed the gap between us. Rolling down that corridor like a thundercloud. The flame inside me didn’t wane. With every step he took nearer, it spiralled higher. Bursting into a giddy kaleidoscope of desire.

Sasha moaned. She writhed hopelessly in my arms as if she felt it too. Grinding into my cock but finding no relief. Her lips still ravishing me even as Mongrel loomed over the both of us. Then, without any further warning, I was ripped from her arms and flung across my rumbling mate’s shoulder.

I could tell words were almost impossible but I think he might have muttered, “Mine first.”

Sasha, looking rosy cheeked and more than a little shell-shocked, simply nodded. Accepting his wolf’s declaration as if it made any kind of sense to a human riding out her first Chaos.

Mongrel paused in the middle of turning away and reached up a big, meaty hand to fondly stroke her cheek. She smiled, leaning into the contact. Sagging briefly against the wall, Sasha’s exhaustion was evident before she turned and padded back into her room.

Each step our mate took away from us felt like a thousand tiny, excruciating deaths.

“Mongrel,” I whimpered as she left.

“I know, pup. I know.”

Even as Sasha made her graceful exit, the Blood Moon Goddess pounded her call down harder upon us. Mongrel sucked in a sharp breath.

“Hurry,” I groaned.

My dick was hard as a rock as it pressed against his chest, leaking all over my pants. Mongrel didn’t need any further urging. With a dark rumble, my beta turned and strode toward our den. The hand holding me in place began kneading my ass in the way he knew drove me wild.

In an instant, that sense of loss was banished, replaced with the volcanic intensity that blossomed naturally between me and my giant mate. I listened to the space in between our heartbeats as they thundered in tandem.

There was music to be found there. The howl of our souls, singing to the moon.

For a moment, it was just me and Mongrel, dancing in the wild. As it had always been. But, if I listened real hard, I swear there was a new voice winding its way into our song. Sasha’s presence filled me with a terrifying happiness. The sort of happiness I could never hope to contain. Then my last thoughts slipped away into a fog of pure lust for my beta mate. It was time to solidify our bond.

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FUCKING FIREWORKS

Mongrel

Wasting no time, I charged down the corridor.

Silver was already trying to sneak a hand down my pants. I side-stepped his latest attempt and growled, low and deep so he knew I wasn’t fucking around. The sound rumbling up from my chest only made my mate whimper in need. My cock jumped.

Reaching our den, I kicked in the door. My balls were tight enough by this point that one sneaky rub from my mate would’ve set me off and I’d waste a load in my jeans.

I all-but threw Silver inside the room then slammed in after him, locking the door with one hand while ripping off my belt with the other. I took a deep breath and laid my cut over a waiting chair, right over my mate’s, cloaking his leather in mine.

There, that felt right.

Then I went back to business. Getting naked.

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