“That mind’s racing.” Ethan touched her hand.
“Yeah, I wonder what will happen.” She bit her lip.
“We’ll mate with you. Simple and straightforward. As you get better, we’ll change up the positions, but we want to make sure you aren’t hurt this time.” Griffin’s fingers nudged her chin up. “That’s not to say you’ll be bored this time.”
“Now?” She looked up at him.
“Sweetheart, we fed you so that you’d have the strength.” Dawson lifted his brows.
“Come on. We’ll take you to bed.” Ethan lifted her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart thudded against her chest. If he dropped her, she’d probably break her leg again.
“Trust me. He won’t drop you. You’re the most important thing to us.” Griffin grabbed her crutches and carried them.
“It’s not really him dropping me. It’s hitting the ground. That hasn’t gone so well for me the last few times it happened.” She held on to Ethan.
“I don’t mind. Hang on as tight as you want.” Ethan carried her into the bedroom.
Chapter Eight
Ethan tightened his grip as he strode to the bed. The bed was high enough they could mate without risking her leg. They couldn’t hurt her. He put her down.
“Trust us to undress you?” Ethan asked.
“Well, I can’t exactly entice you with a striptease. If I tried, I’d end up on the floor.” She nodded.
He unbuttoned her shirt. Creamy gold skin slowly peeked through the widening gap. He pushed the shirt wide. A green and white bra cupped her breasts. He nudged the green shirt off her shoulders.
“You know I saw this little scrap in that box of clothing I carried in.” Ethan traced the edge of the silky lingerie.
Soft fabric, but it had nothing on her skin. She shivered. He rubbed his chest against hers. Her heat seeped through his shirt and desire pulsed stronger.
“You looked in my boxes?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Not intentionally. It was partially open and I saw a glimpse of this pretty thing and a purple set.” Ethan flicked open the catch. Maybe not the best time to bring that up. “Now, I’ll take off your skirt and then your cast. Your panties go last.”
She nodded. He ran his hand down her back before he nudged the scrap of fabric down her arm. Hopefully, knowing would help her relax. She leaned back. Her breasts thrust up, the tips pink and tight. He unbuttoned her skirt and guided the zipper down.
“Is something wrong? Why are they over there?” She glanced up at Ethan and then across the room to Griffin and Dawson.
“Maggie didn’t tell you about how during the first bonding, males might get a little territorial?” Ethan drew his hands up and down her side.
“No, she tried a couple times, but I never thought it would be necessary.” She lifted a shoulder. “I know she knew about me being yours and I’ll talk to her about that.”
“I’d sworn her to secrecy until we got Dawson home.” Ethan moved his hands down to her waistband. Necessary, but it left a few gaps in her education, obviously. “Lift your hips. You have to be naked.”
She lifted her hips. He gently pulled the skirt down her legs. Now, for the walking cast. The big test of her trust. He unbuckled the first Velcro on the walking cast.
“Um, maybe you should leave that on.” She tensed. Her fingers flexed.
“Don’t worry. We’ll watch out for you. I don’t want it to pull down on your leg while I mate you.” He freed the last clasps and took the boot off.
“Why are you first?” She skimmed her fingers over his arm.
“Because I’m the alpha and I’ve been waiting for you since I first met you.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. So long. Waiting for Dawson to finish his time in the service and return and finally for her to heal.
A green scrap of silk and lace hugged her hips. Still have to get those off. His fingers hooked under the waistband and slid them down. He tugged a cushioned chair over and put her foot on it.
“Now I feel way underdressed.” She batted her lashes.
“Don’t worry. These come off easy.” Ethan unfastened his shirt. A button flew across the room. He threw the shirt and unbuttoned his pants. After lowering the zipper, he pushed them down along with his boxers and stepped out.
“I’m going to explore this sweet body.” Ethan drew his hand down to her hip.
He pressed his lips to hers. Her warmth and scent rose around him. Sweet and with just the lightest hint of peaches. Delicious. He skimmed his hand down her side. She leaned into him.
His tongue thrust against hers. She sighed, softening. Their tongues danced and tangled. Damn, she tasted so good.
Her fingers grazed over his shoulders. His muscles tightened. Heat speared straight to his throbbing cock. He cupped her breast and squeezed. She hummed. He smiled. She liked that. So much to learn about their woman. What she liked, what made her moan, and what set her on fire. He plucked at the nipple.
“These caught my attention every time you moved. I wanted to touch and kiss, but you needed to heal.” He dropped kisses on her cheek and neck.
He swirled his hand over her stomach. She drew in a quick breath. The scent of her arousal rose. An aching pulse throbbed through his cock. His muscles corded. His mate. Finally, he could claim her.
He drew his fingers down to her mound and traced the lips. Slick moisture coated his fingers. He skimmed his fingers down the center. Her hips canted upward and her good leg tilted outward. The pink lips of her pussy glistened. So beautiful.
He tugged at her nipple. His mouth skimmed over her skin. Slightly salty and sweet, the taste drew him. She arched and turned her upper body.
He nibbled his way down to her breast. The peak puckered. No way could he resist it. He took the taut nub into his mouth. Her soft fingers skated down his back. His body stiffened. Not yet. She had to be ready.
He stroked her clit. She wriggled. Moans fell from her lips. Such a sweet sound. He swept his fingers down to her pussy. Her slick juices welcomed him. His cock throbbed. Fuck, that cream would be so sweet on his dick. He thrust his fingers deep. His thumb circled her clit. She moaned, and her nails sank into his back.
“You’re so fucking responsive, peaches. I can’t hold back any longer. I have to feel your sweet cunt wrapped around me.”
He pulled his fingers free. She moaned and clutched at him. He glided forward, his cock pushing into her tight pussy. Her warm juices coated the head of his dick. A hissing breath burst free. Fuck. Can’t lose it now. He slowly pushed in. She clutched at him, tugging him closer.
Her warmth surrounded him. He couldn’t hold back. The urge to drive into her pounded through him. He withdrew and surged forward. He gripped her hip. His lips pressed to her cheeks, her neck and shoulders, anywhere he could touch. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. Her moans drove him on. He had to give her pleasure. He held her still. Even in her passion, she wouldn’t get hurt.
“Ethan!” Her voice rose as her nails sank into his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“Got to make you mine. My mate.” Ethan ran his tongue over her shoulder. “Give you pleasure.”
He drove into her, grinding his pelvis against her. She tensed. Her body shook and his back stung. The small pang added to the boiling need searing his body. He thrust against her. The raging need rose, ripping at him. Everything within him tightened, pulling him apart.
He bit her shoulder, and his hips slammed against hers. Fire ran down his spine and exploded. Tremors shook his body. He surged forward, savoring the lingering pleasure. Finally, she was his.
* * * *
Griffin eased over as Ethan stepped back. “Hey, sweet peaches. That was beautiful. Are you ready for me?”
She licked her lips. Damn, he was so sexy. When had he taken off his shirt?
“I’m ready. You’ll bite me, too?” She trailed her fingers over his arm. He was so warm. A low burn flickered through her. How could she want again so
quickly?
“I am and so will Dawson.” Griffin nuzzled her cheek.
“Kiss me?” She leaned forward.
“And more.” He brushed his lips across hers.
She opened for him. Her tongue darted against his. A deep rich taste flowed into her, drawing her. He might just be addictive.
His hand skimmed over her belly. Tingles sparked over her skin. Her breath caught.
“First, I’ll play with your clit. I can’t bring you up slowly, peaches. I promise we’ll play and tease another time. But you will come for me.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
His fingers trailed across her thigh. Tingles danced along the path. She splayed her good leg wider. If only she could wrap them both around him and pull him close.
“You’re teasing now.” She shook her head.
He stroked from her entrance and up over her clit. “Lean back and enjoy.”
She shivered and put her hands behind her before she leaned back. His fingers flicked over her clit. A jolt of fire shot up her body. Her hips bucked up.
He swept his fingers back and forth. An ache throbbed through her. Her muscles tensed. Oh, fuck.
His finger swirled downward and traced her opening. She caught her breath. Two fingers dipped into her pussy. Her inner muscles tightened around the digits. So good, but not enough. He had to fill her soon.
His head lowered to her breast. Warm moisture surrounded the crest. A spike speared straight down to her clit as if connected. She tensed. His fingers sank deep and pulled almost out. Her pussy clamped around those digits. Tension tightened her belly and her breath rasped in her throat. She wriggled. He has to move.
He rose to his feet. She trembled, her hands clenching. Yes, that’s what I need. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, stepping out of them and his underwear.
“Peaches, I have to be inside you now.” He spread her thighs wider.
“I need you, too.” She hooked an arm around his waist.
He pushed into her. She drew in a shuddering breath. Her muscles tightened around his cock. The pressure built and the throbbing pang intensified.
He pulled back and surged into her. She gasped. Her body trembled. The hunger spiraled higher. She arched upward, lifting to meet the thrusts.
He stroked into her. His hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place. She cried out. Light flashed in front of her eyes. Sizzling heat washed over her body. She tightened her thighs, trying to pull him as close as she could even as his hips lunged forward. So good.
He came. A low growl rolled from him. His head lowered and he bit. The sharp pain rocketed through her, but mixed with the lingering satisfaction. He rocked into her. Small bolts shot through her as his hips ground against hers.
He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her lips.
* * * *
“Hey, peaches. Are you ready for more?” Dawson drew his hand over her side. His body burned and fire pulsed through his veins.
Griffin stepped back with a final stroke of his palms over her sweet curves. Not that Dawson could blame him. She was soft and moving away from her was always difficult.
She leaned in and brushed her lips over his. He groaned. So damn sweet. His fingers curled on her hips. She ran her hands over his chest. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Such a temptress.
“Yes, I’m ready.” She scraped her nails over his shoulders.
“That feels good. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.” He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, licking along the column. “Lean back.”
She leaned back and braced her hands on the bed. Her pink tipped breasts thrust up, the hardened points a delicious lure. He took one of the buds between his lips. A faint peach taste drifted across his taste buds. She arched her back. The hardened peaks rose, as if in offering. His tongue stroked over the tip. She moaned. A thrill zipped through him.
“I love the way you taste. Sweet and salty, I’m always hungry for more.” Dawson closed his mouth on her breast.
He sucked. Damn, so perfect. If only he’d come home a little sooner. His teeth scraped over her flesh, teasing and dragging across it before he pulled back. She arched up. He grazed his fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. Every inch of her was so lickable. His cock throbbed, aching to sink into her.
“I want you in me.” She grabbed his shoulder.
“Not yet, peaches, not until I’m sure that you’re ready. I won’t last. Watching you find your pleasure took me to the edge.” He pressed a kiss in between her breasts.
“I can’t wait.” She wriggled.
“You’re not hot enough.” Dawson shook his head. No way would he go over and leave her aching. Not this first time or any time if he could help it.
“And what will we do about that?” She curved her lips.
Mmm. Such a sultry curve of those lips.
“We’ll make sure you’re hot and wet.” Dawson slipped his hand down to her sweet pussy. “Lift against my fingers.”
“I want you inside me.” She reached for him.
“Not yet. Rock against my fingers. I want to feel your juices spilling onto me. Now, put your hand back on the bed.” He licked the taut peak of her nipple.
Her hand fell back to the bed. She canted her hips, rolling up against his fingers. He groaned. That would be heaven if he was inside her. Her clit rubbed against his fingers. Her breath caught and she froze.
“Feels good?” Dawson circled the hooded nub.
“Too much almost.” Her nails sank into his shoulders. “I feel as if I’ll explode already.”
He curled his fingers, grazing her clit. She lifted her hips, pressing up. He drew in a deep breath. Her peach scent and the delicious aroma of her arousal filled him. Hunger throbbed through him. She had to be ready soon. He took her nipple between his lips. She moaned.
His finger slipped down and plunged into her sweet pussy. Her hips jolted upward. Her inner muscles clenched, rippling around his finger. Fuck. She was so hot.
“There’s the heat I wanted to feel.” He curled his fingers as he nipped the side of her breast.
She gulped in air. Her hips bucked up and juices coated his hand. He pushed deeper into her slick cunt.
“If you don’t slide into me, I’ll lose it.” She tugged at him.
“I wouldn’t last through getting you ready again. I’d come on you. That’s not in the plan.” He lifted her. “The only place I’m coming is in your sweet pussy.”
Her palms slid over his back. He straightened. Heat pounded through him. Hopefully, he could last past a few strokes.
He ran his hands over her legs and drew them up. His cock brushed against her slick folds. A fiery bolt slammed up his spine. He drew in a deep breath. Just a little longer. She clutched at his shoulders.
“Now, I’ll ride you until you’re crying out for me.” Dawson gripped her hips.
She skimmed her fingers over his shoulders. Her shoulders bore two bite marks. Soon, his would be right there, as well. He leaned forward and lapped at the darkened peak. She gasped. Her hips jerked up. He groaned and ground against her.
Her thighs gripped his. A raging hunger burned through him and tension tightened his muscles. He pulled out and slowly pushed back into her. She shivered. Her inner muscles clenched, rippling over his cock.
Dawson’s gums burned as sharp canines pushed through. He rolled his hips forward. A sharp jolt shot through him. His hips ground down. She cried out and clutched at him.
Nails dug into his shoulders. He rocked into her. She bucked up, driving him to the edge of his control. He lifted her against him. Soft moans rolled from her. Each cry sent a spike straight into him. Her pussy gripped and released. He surged back into her. She gasped. He pulled out and drove in again. She has to come.
“Come for me, peaches. Let me see the pleasure wash over you.” His hips circled against her.
She trembled and her small nails dug into his skin. He plunged into her. Her hips rose. He leaned down and tugged her up until the
ir chests brushed with each move. She tensed and her cunt clamped down. Tremors shook her and her cry rang out, sounding her pleasure.
He thrust into that tight grip. Searing bolts sizzled over his body and an ache flared with each move. She clung to him. He licked her shoulder as he thrust against her. Heat burned him. He bit.
Her blood tinged his tongue. A little salty, but so delicious. A thrill rushed through him. She was his. He hauled her closer and lunged into her. Lightning raced up his spine and arced outward, flaring from head to toe. His body shook as waves of pleasure rocked through him.
He ran his hand over her back. “I’m never letting you go, peaches.”
She moaned. Her cheek rubbed against his shoulder. “I don’t want to go anywhere, but you know we can’t stay like this. And I’m not sure even here is safe.”
“Peaches, if he comes after you, he’ll have to go through me.” Dawson pressed a kiss to her cheek. No way was that bastard hurting her again.
Chapter Nine
Home and safe at last. Griffin turned and smiled at Penny. She balanced on her crutches. Pain tinged her sweet peachy scent. Only way to help that was to get her inside. He unlocked the door.
Griffin pushed open the door. A strange scent tickled his senses. He stopped and put his arm behind him, holding her back. Fuck, someone broke into their house. He reached into his pockets and pulled the keys out.
“Take these and get in the car. The garage door remote is built in. You’ve seen me hit it.” Griffin pressed them into her hand.
“What’s wrong?” She took the keys, but didn’t move.
“Get in the car. I need to check something.” He drew in a deep breath. “If you hear anything strange, I want you to leave. Drive to the police station.”
Silence followed for a few breaths. “All right. Be careful.”
“Lock the car door.” He gripped the door. “If this door opens without me calling first, leave.”
She swung over to the car. Her crutches thumped on concrete. She opened the door and slid into the driver’s side. When the car lock clicked, he pushed the house door open. The human could still be in the house. She had to be safe and she couldn’t move very fast with those crutches.
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