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We growled, nipping at her neck and ordering her to shift with me.

Once more in our human skin, I clamped my hand around her throat. The hold was coaxing but firm, and I urged Isolde to watch me as I took her the way our wolves demanded.

My hard cock strained between us, my seed beading at the tip as the underside brushed her core. She whimpered at the contact, arching her neck to expose the vulnerable dip between her neck and her shoulder.

I growled my approval and inhaled her scent, sweetened to a thickened honey by the slick that coated her thighs.

“You’re already so wet for your Alpha.”

She chewed her lip, her blue eyes calling to the primal need boiling under my skin.

“Tell me what you want, Isolde,” I murmured, nuzzling her neck and lapping at her delicate skin.

She moaned. “I . . .”

I dragged the flat of my tongue across her collarbone. “You can do better than that, little mate.” I reached between our bodies, and she arched into my touch, needing more. “Eager, aren’t you? I’m curious—what exactly are you eager for?” I brushed my fingers through her folds, pressing down on her throbbing bud with a growl.

“More. I want more,” she said, bucking and writhing beneath me.

“More of what? My fingers? My mouth? Or did you want me to sink my cock inside you? Did you want me to drown this pretty little pussy in my seed?”

She whimpered, her face and neck flushed. “Yes. Yes. Please. Wynn, I’m so hot. Everywhere. Pl—”

My mouth crashed into hers, silencing her moans. Control fraying, I plunged into her tight, dripping canal.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I hissed, sinking deeper. “I’m going to fill you until you’re dripping with my seed—until there’s no doubt about you carrying my pup.”

She lifted her hips, pressing her heels to the dirt to meet my cock shamelessly, her face heated.

I drove her into the dirt, spreading her legs wide and burying myself in her heat until I couldn’t separate one being from the other. Isolde’s nails dug into the muscles of my shoulders, her sharp gasps encouraging my onslaught.

My wolf rode the surface of our mind as pleasure became a living, breathing thing that floated between our bonds. My muscles tightened, and my balls ached. I bit Isolde’s neck, marking her body and soul so every wolf who looked at her would know who she belonged to.

She screamed, the sound mingling with my guttural roar. My hot seed poured into her, pumping in an endless stream as she rode her orgasm to completion.

She was everything.

And I’d destroy anyone who tried to take her from me.

Even the Council.

Chapter 21

Isolde

I awoke to soft morning light filtering through the curtains, my senses still tingling from the exhilarating run with Wynn. The warm, muscled limbs of my mates surrounded me, and I inhaled their scent. I’d slept atop Bishop’s warm body, his firm length still tucked inside of me. Alaric, always attuned to my needs, had his arm draped protectively over my waist while Wynn nestled against my other side, a large hand cupping my breast.

My wolf purred, relishing the attention she got from her mates. The trio formed an unbreakable cage around me, and I’d never felt more treasured. Our bond was innate and natural, like we were always meant to be together. Perhaps we were. Maybe that was the point of a fated mate bond. I closed my eyes and savored the sense of security and love for a moment longer.

As I stretched, Alaric roused from his slumber. His mischievous gaze met mine, and a lascivious smile tipped his lips. My cheeks heated, and I squirmed despite the ache between my legs. I was getting all too familiar with the look on his face. Alaric had something up his sleeve.

“Good morning,” he murmured, placing a kiss on my lips.

“Morning,” I said, my voice turning breathy as his hand trailed down my ass.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

“A little.”

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