Page 62 of Marked for the Pack

I carried Freya to the bed as I heard the outside door open and close. My wolf felt restless, jealous that his packmates were out under the full moon without him. But when I sheathed myself in Freya’s ready, wet heat, that soothed him. A little, anyway.

Mate,he growled.Bite and claim.

The last few nights had been torture as my wolf became more and more insistent that I bite her. It was worse when the other two were gone, either making her food or taking their turns at watch overnight.

“That’s it, Freya,” I moaned as I forced her thighs wider, sliding out of her so I could slam home again. “Take what you need, princess.”

“Yes, please, yes,” she chanted.

“I’m yours,” I moaned, trying to drown out my wolf’s voice in my mind.

Fortunately, Freya’s cries helped with that. “Yes, Gage, yes, yes!”

“I want you every night from now until forever,” I confessed.

Freya likely wouldn’t remember all I’d said to her during her heat, which had given me a strange feeling of freedom to say whatever I wanted to her.

“This heat changes nothing,” I whispered as I leaned over her, kissing her neck.

I brought my lips dangerously close to the spot where mates traditionally marked each other. Breathing her in made me go insane.

“I’ll be yours for the next heat, too,” I swore. “And the one after that. And the one after that.”

My fangs lengthened as my jaw shifted, and that’s when I tore myself away, pulling free of Freya. I’d nearly lost control. To claim each other, mates partially shifted so they could bite each other with their fangs while still having sex. That my wolf had broken through with no warning?

My wolf never broke free like that. My chest heaved as I fought for control, and I left Freya laying on the bed unsatisfied. Maybe it was the full moon in combination with Freya’s heat testing my control, giving my wolf extra strength to take what he wanted. But biting Freya now would be a major breach of trust. I needed to know for sure that she wanted it, which meant I needed to wait.

Trying to tell that to my wolf meant nothing.

Claim her,he howled in my mind.

I tried to maintain my distance as I struggled for control, but Freya crawled onto my lap. She pushed me down on my back and climbed aboard, just as she’d done with Flint in the bath.

Watching her expression fill with pleasure as she took me into her was nearly my undoing.

“Fuck, yes, Freya,” I groaned. “Take what you need, baby.”

As long as she stayed above me, and I kept my fangs well clear of her neck, we would be okay.

“That’s a sight for sore eyes,” a warm, powerful voice said from the doorway.

Heath’s jeans tented with his erection as he stepped into the bedroom.

Of course, he was already hard. Freya’s moans did it for all of us.

His hands went to his zipper as he said, “Silly me, why did I even bother to get dressed?”

“Because you’re going to make Freya a smoothie,” I answered in a growl.

“Something she can eat while getting fucked,” Heath held up a finger. “I like the way you think.”

But instead of going to the kitchen, he stepped forward and smiled at Freya.

“Heath,” I growled just as Freya moaned his name.

“One quick orgasm from your favorite packmate?” Heath teased, running his hands down Freya’s body while she bounced on my dick.

Then his mouth went to her breast while he touched her clit. His hand came perilously close to my dick as she bounced up and down. But the three of us had gotten used to it. Our primary concern was taking care of Freya, not worrying about whose body parts touched whose. The few physical boundaries we shifters concerned ourselves with had relaxed significantly over the last several days.

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