When he set his lips on the skin behind her ear, she stiffened. He didn’t act like he noticed. “What’s your name, love?”
She almost giggled. After everything they’d done together for the last hour or so, she hadn’t even introduced herself. No wonder he kept calling her love. “Rebecca.”
“Rebecca.” He tried it out on his tongue. “Beautiful.” His hand tightened around her further.
Griffen growled next to her and set a paw on her arm. He stroked her skin, bringing out a chill.
She had definitely slipped into another dimension. She would swear this huge man and this wolf were fighting for her affections.
She had news for them. She had no plans in the near future to date any wolf, no matter how sexy he was…or how wet her pussy was with them pressed against her.
Stifling. In a moment she feared she would combust. She would not be cold. That was for sure.
“Stop squirming,” Miles muttered against her ear. “You’re killing me.”
She stiffened, holding her breath. Did he really just say that?
He tucked his hand under her breast, burrowing his fingers under the side. His thumb grazed idly across her chest. When he stroked over her nipple through the layers of clothing, she shuddered. Her pussy flooded. Need consumed her for this man she didn’t know anything about.
She wiggled to put some distance between them.
Miles was relentless. He didn’t let her go. In fact, his thumb pressed into her nipple as he held her tighter. “Rebecca, love, stop moving. Relax. Sleep.” His lips stroked across her ear and then her neck, nibbling her skin.
She couldn’t breathe. She’d never been so aroused. Not even naked in the heat of the moment with any man in her past. Way in her past, but still.
Griffen nuzzled in closer also. Did he not realize his friend completely surrounded her, fondling her, driving her crazy with need?
Tiny sounds filled the air between them. Rebecca was mortified when she realized they came from her. She squirmed again. Her pussy throbbed.
Miles released her breast and smoothed his huge hand down to her belly. He spread his fingers wide and held her firm. “Rebecca…” the word slipped out on a breath before he continued. “I know, love. Please, try to sleep before I do things to you better saved for another time and place—things that will make Griffen clamp his jaw down on me.”
Rebecca couldn’t believe what he said to her. And right in front of Griffen. “Miles…” His name sounded more like a plea.
“Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Sleep.” His fingers stroked lower, almost reaching her pussy. “God almighty, you’re hot.” And then he stiffened and seemed to force himself to keep from reaching any farther between her legs.
If she lived through this night, it would be a miracle.
Chapter Eight
Miles couldn’t believe the predicament he was in. This soft breath of a woman, a human at that, currently squirming her sexy ass against his cock, was his.
Well, his and Griffen’s.
And what the hell was that all about? Three of them?
It wasn’t unheard of, but he hadn’t personally known anyone to mate with two others.
No wonder something had felt incomplete since the moment he met her. He wasn’t meant to mate her alone. Fate knew what She was doing.
Jesus. Her skin was so white. And her long gorgeous auburn hair made him want to undo the braids and watch it cascade over her naked body. The vision drove his cock to stiffen further, as if that were possible.
When she licked her lips throughout the evening, he nearly came in his pants. Or simply into the night air before he’d put his jeans on.
He knew it made her uncomfortable seeing him naked, hovering in front of her, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to cover his body. He liked the way she looked at him. And she was welcome to get her fill any time she wanted for the rest of their lives.
He wondered if she looked at Griffen the same way before Miles arrived. Had she seen him naked? He knew they hadn’t had sex. He would have smelled it on both of them. But what had they done?
Suddenly Griffen slipped into his mind, shocking Miles. “If you don’t stop fondling her, I’m going to clamp my jaw on your arm and draw blood, like you suggested.”
How the hell was Griffen able to communicate with Miles in human form? “Griffen?”
“Yep.”
“How the hell…?”
“Guess it’s the mating.”
“Shit. We must already be connecting. This is crazy. I’ve never met anyone who shared a mate like this. Have you?” Miles asked.
“Yes. My cousins in Oregon. On my dad’s side. There are four sons. If I remember correctly, they all share their mate with another man. It’s been years since I’ve seen them. Long before any of them mated. Dad will know the details.”
“If I didn’t know better, I would think this was insane. But it’s pretty obvious she belongs to both of us. I can feel the forces of nature pushing us to claim her—together. Do you think Rebecca is able to communicate with us too?”
Rebecca didn’t move. In fact her breathing had evened out in the last several minutes. He knew she wasn’t asleep, but she was relaxing marginally. If either of them were in her head, she would not be so calm.
“Doesn’t seem so. But this is foreign to her. And she’s human.”
“I see that.” Miles smoothed his fingers over her belly once again, gently so as not to disturb her. She moaned anyway, pressing her front against him.
“Seriously, Miles. You’re starting to piss me off.”
Miles fought to keep from chuckling out loud. “It’s not my fault you tripped and impaled yourself, dude. I’m just here to rescue your ass.”
“First of all, I did not simply trip and fall, asshole. And second of all, if it weren’t for me getting injured, you wouldn’t even be here to know Rebecca was your mate. So, do me the courtesy of easing back so we might enjoy her together for the first time.”
He had a point. “She smells so fucking fantastic, and she’s sexy as hell. What does she do when she isn’t nursing? Work out all day?”
“Pretty much. She’s training for a Spartan Race.”
Miles flinched. “One of those mud things with the obstacles?”
“Yep.”
He rolled his eyes, even though no one could see him. “Oh, hell no.”
Griffen chuckled into his head. “Yeah, I don’t think it’s up for debate. She’s a driven and determined soul.”
“How the hell are we going to keep up with that?”
“No clue. But it helps there are two of us now.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better about sharing her sexy body with you?” Miles stroked her belly beneath her breasts again because he could.
Rebecca inhaled sharply. She wasn’t asleep. Her small hand landed on top of his, her fingers threading in between his huge ones. She tugged as though she could prevent him from stroking the undersides of her breasts.
Miles wasn’t about to release her. He’d never been more comfortable. Even lying on the ground in the cold with his woman fully clothed was a delight. He’d probably expire when he got her naked.
Griffen growled low and deep. “You want to argue some more about whose mate she is? I thought we covered that when you first arrived. Obviously she belongs to both of us.”
“And you’ve been with her for twenty-four hours already? How did you avoid claiming her?”
Griffen hesitated. “It wasn’t easy, but somehow I knew it wasn’t the right time.”
Miles grinned. “You waited for me.”
“Yeah, don’t let it go to your head. It wasn’t as though I knew what I was waiting for.”
“I think she realized we were communicating about her too. We were supposed to be assessing your injury.”
“I can’t help it you got so defensive about her,” Griffen communicated. He stiffened, his growl turning deeper.
“You okay?”
Rebecca lifted her head and leaned closer to her wolf mate. She released Miles’ hand to drape hers once again over Griffen and stroke his fur.
Miles wasn’t sure if he liked being the human behind her or would prefer to be the wolf getting his belly rubbed. Both were equally desirable.
“He’s fine, love.”
She lowered her head back onto Miles’ arm. “How do you know?”
Miles hesitated and then decided it was best to be upfront and honest with her. “I can communicate with him telepathically.”
“Seriously?” She twisted her head to face him. “I mean, I assumed you did so while you were in your other…um…form, but you can do it now?”
“Seems so.”
“Why did you have to switch earlier then?”
“Yeah, big guy. How you going to answer that one?” Griffen communicated.
“It’s complicated, love.” He kissed her forehead and nudged her to relax back on her side. “Sleep.”
She accepted that response, luckily. “I’m wired, as if I had too much caffeine. And the two of you are suffocating me. I’m definitely not going to get cold. I can’t shut my brain down with both of you touching me.”
“Get used to it, love.”
She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t respond.
Miles made no move to ease away. Even a bear attack wouldn’t likely cause him to remove himself.
“I am sorry about your leg, man. What happened exactly?” He decided to change the subject and reengage Griffen to take his mind off Rebecca.
“I don’t know for sure. I took a piss in the woods, and when I turned around, an enormous shadow blocked my view.”
“A shadow?” Miles stiffened.
“Yeah. If I didn’t know better, I would say it was some sort of omen.” He chuckled in Miles head. “Like a demon or something. It even happened right after I told Rebecca about the legend of spirits hovering around the mountain peaks. I was just making conversation. Crazy. If you breathe a word of that to the others, I’ll kick your ass.”
It wasn’t funny, and Miles didn’t laugh.
“What? You’re thinking too hard.” Griffen lifted his head.
“I don’t think you imagined that.” Miles met his gaze over their mate.
“Well, I didn’t say I imagined it. I just figured it was a bear or something that blocked my view.”
Miles shook his head. “Don’t think so. In our culture, it’s not unheard of for such an apparition to appear as a sign, especially near the top of a mountain peak. You said yourself you were familiar with the spirits.”
“A sign of what? Warning? It’s a legend, man. There aren’t really black shadowy specters hanging around in the mountains to scare people.”
Miles shrugged. “What if there are? Could be a warning. Or perhaps in this case, the spirit brought the three of us together.”
“That’s kind of harsh, don’t you think? I was badly injured.”
“And that brought me to you.” Miles sighed, trying to decide if he should continue. “I believe there have been many such sightings by my tribal members lately.”
“The Yobuka? Or the entire reservation?”
“The Yobuka. As far as I know, just my tribe. Those of us who live in the northern quadrant of the reservation and are shifters. The other tribes on the reservation do not have the ability to shift.”
“And you think it’s the Yobuka who are seeing these dark shadowy things?” Griffen asked.
Miles smiled. “Look, I’m not saying for sure. I have no way of knowing. Just an idea. We need to head for the reservation first thing in the morning.”
“And why would we do that?”
“Trust me. We need to speak to my grandmother. She will know more.”
•●•
When Griffen opened his eyes, he was confused for several seconds. He was in wolf form. He rarely slept in wolf form. And a human was snuggled up to him, her face resting on his chest, her arm wrapped around his middle.
Rebecca.
He would gladly stay right where he was for eternity if it meant keeping her in that spot.
No such luck, however. Rebecca stirred. She lifted her face off his chest and then pulled herself to a sitting position. Her expression was difficult to read as she met his gaze. “So it wasn’t a dream,” she whispered.
Miles was no longer next to her, but he materialized quickly. “How’s the leg?” he asked as he squatted beside Rebecca, wrapping his arms around her to lean into Griffen’s line of sight.
“Seems good. I’ll live.”
“Great. I’d like to get going as soon as possible.” He handed Rebecca something. “Eat this. Glad you carry more than one.”
She twisted in his arms, her face suddenly bright red. She lifted her chin over his shoulder to peer behind him. “Where is everyone?”
“They left already.”
“What?” The alarm in her voice was unmistakable. “Sharon wouldn’t leave me.”
Miles grinned at her. “Trust me. She didn’t want to. Took some convincing.” He tugged her closer in his embrace as Griffen pulled himself upright and tested his hind leg. It was sore. He knew the damage had been extensive for it not to heal by morning. Hell, he’d seen the blood with his own eyes. There was no doubt he’d have scars.
“Why?” Rebecca asked.
Miles took the protein bar from her hands and opened it, setting it back in her palm. “Eat.”
She glanced at the bar and then back at him.
“Yeah. I’m not sure she’s used to being told what to do,” Griffen communicated to Miles.
Miles rolled his eyes. “Listen, love, we have quite a hike this morning back to my truck. I drove as far as I could, but we still have to hike back to it. You need the energy.”
She took a bite. “Fine, but tell me why we separated.”
“We’re going a different direction than them. And they have a long hike ahead of them. Ten miles back to the cars.” Miles nodded in the opposite direction. “We’re heading that way. It’s half that far to my truck.”
Griffen watched as Rebecca took another bite. Her brow was furrowed. “Wouldn’t it have been better for me to go with the others?”
He flinched, not the least bit sorry his friend and now mate had to field all the questions.
Miles visibly swallowed. “They were covering most of the ground in wolf form, love.” He brushed a loose lock of her thick gorgeous hair off her face.
“I would have slowed them down,” she muttered. Then she lifted her gaze. “I’m going to slow you down.”
Miles nodded at Griffen. “Not with gimpy here. He’s got to make his way out on three legs with a limp.”
Rebecca turned toward Griffen and set her hand on his head, rubbing it through his fur. “Are you sure he’s okay?”
“Says he is.”
“Right.” She jerked her hand back. “Forgot about your whole telecommunicating thing. That’s weird.”
“Weirder than the fact we’re wolf shifters?” Miles chuckled.
“Well, no. Guess not.” She glanced down at his hands wrapped around her middle.
Griffen was tired of watching the display.
“You’re constantly touching me.”
“I like touching you.” Miles leaned in and kissed her neck. “You smell fantastic.”
She flinched, her gaze landing on Griffen, who fought the urge to lay his teeth into his friend. “You’re confusing the fuck out of her. Stop it.”
“What does Griffen think about you touching me?” She spoke to Miles, but her eyes were locked on Griffen’s.
He didn’t know what to do, so he leaned his head down and nuzzled her chin.
“He likes touching you too.”
Griffen groaned in Miles’ head.
Miles squeezed Rebecca. “Sorry. I’m not playing nice. I promise we’ll explain all this to you as soon as possible. Let’s get down the mountain and deal with one thing at a time. It’s not fair of me to speak for Griffen.”
Rebecca squirmed and pushed at Miles until she broke free. She jumped to her feet. “Explain what? All of this is just weird. On so many levels. This entire thing is strange. I need sleep. Or maybe I have been asleep for two nights.”
“Good dream? Or bad dream?” Miles asked with a grin.
She threw her wrapper at him and stuffed the rest of her bar in her mouth. As she stomped toward the edge of the trees, Miles called after her. “Stay close enough I can see you, Rebecca.”
“What is your brilliant plan now, stud?” Griffen asked. He’d give anything to shift and face his mate in human form, but he knew it wasn’t safe yet. He needed a few more hours in wolf form.
“Head to my house. Then find my grandmother.”
“And why are we looking for your grandmother?”
Miles grabbed his pack and Rebecca’s, pulled them closer, and stuffed their belongings inside.
“She’s a shaman. A medicine woman.” Miles didn’t meet Griffen’s gaze. He looked over his shoulder repeatedly to make sure Rebecca was okay, but he didn’t look at Griffen.
Griffen also kept a keen eye on their mate. The last thing they needed was another accident. “How did I not know this? And why do we need a fortune teller exactly?”
Finally, Miles leaned back and looked at Griffen with a sigh. “There might be something to what happened to you yesterday. The black aura.”
Griffen hesitated. “You really think it was a sign, not a bear or cloud that got in my line of sight? The sun was behind it. Maybe I just couldn’t see it right.”
“Is that what you think?”
“No.” Shit. He was going to have to face the fact that whatever he saw might have been real, a bad omen or something. Or maybe it did simply bring the three of them together. Perhaps Miles was right. Hopefully his grandmother would have a better understanding.
“Well then. Let’s go.” Miles stood and hauled his pack over one shoulder and Rebecca’s over the other.
Griffen noted the man was finally wearing a full set of clothes. Even his jeans were buttoned. At least he didn’t intend to wave his cock around the entire morning like he had last night. Griffen still wanted to give him a piece of his mind about that.
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