Miles inhaled deeply. “God you smell fantastic.” He set one finger on her lower lips and stroked the outside, not reaching deep enough to lessen her need.
She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips off the bed.
“Ah ah ah.” Miles set his free hand on her belly and pressed. “Flat and open. No moving. No talking.”
She moaned in frustration.
“Moaning is allowed.” Miles chuckled as he repeated the movement of his finger, reaching between her lower lips this time.
She almost came when he hit her wetness and dragged it up to flick over her clit. The sound she made was unintelligible. She needed more. But neither man seemed in a hurry—much like she’d treated them a few minutes ago from the floor.
“So wet, baby,” Griffen commented. “You smell fantastic.” He closed his eyes and inhaled, dipping his face toward her core. “Delicious.” His head kept moving, angling higher until he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
“Oh God.”
Both men retreated, Miles releasing her pussy and Griffen her nipple.
She sucked in a breath. “No, please… Oh, God. Don’t stop…” She rolled her head to one side and then the other. “I need…”
“We know, baby. And you need to stop talking. That’s the rule.”
She sucked both lips under her teeth and held them, nodding her consent. They meant what they’d said. Seriously.
Griffen’s lips surrounded her nipple at the same time Miles pressed one finger into her pussy.
So much sensation. They hardly touched her, but every movement was heightened by the restraint and the need to control her mouth.
She concentrated on every touch as Griffen sucked her swollen bud into his mouth and Miles spun his hand palm up and pressed his thumb against her clit.
Overloaded, her mouth fell open. Her knees shook.
The men released their light grip on her thighs.
Miles whispered to her next. “Keep them wide, and we’ll continue.”
Her belly plunged. She’d known all along he could be dominant, but this was the first evidence of how far he would go to make her body hum. And it was working. Her face flamed at the embarrassment. She wanted more, and she was greedy enough to press her thighs wider to ensure she got it.
Griffen switched nipples, lapping at the second one while taking the first between his thumb and finger and twisting and pinching it until it was a sharp point of pleasure/pain.
His teeth nipped her other bud at the same time, making her chest feel swollen with need.
And then Miles moved, adding another finger to her pussy and using his other hand to hold the hood off her clit.
Exposed to the air, it pulsed. She tipped her head back, elongating her neck as she strained to keep her legs open.
“So sexy, love. God, you’re a vision.” Miles spoke close to her pussy, the air that followed each syllable hitting her throbbing clit. “I bet you could come without me touching you,” he whispered, and then he removed his fingers from inside her, still holding her hood back.
She pressed her heels firmly into the mattress on a long groan.
More. Oh, God. More.
Griffen chuckled against her nipple. “I guess we can allow silent communication, but it won’t get you what you want.”
“Play with her tits, Grif. I want to watch her pussy pulse in front of me without contact.”
She couldn’t move. Holy hell, that was hot. And she had no doubt she would do so, sooner rather than later. She was that close.
Miles blew across her wet skin, making her squeeze her butt cheeks.
Griffen sat up, his gaze landing on her face as he took both her nipples between his fingers and continued to toy with them. “Do you like it when I do this?” He pinched them both hard.
She arched her chest. “Yes…”
“So fucking sexy,” he whispered. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” He pinched harder and gave a slight tug.
Miles blew a breath across her swollen clit. “Come, love. Let me watch.”
She did as he asked without hesitation, unable to hold back even if she’d wanted to. She fell in a freefall over the edge into oblivion, her eyes rolling back as she savored the pulsing grip of her pussy, knowing all the while it wouldn’t be enough.
As she came down, both men reached for a wrist. In seconds she was untied, flipped over, and settled onto Griffen’s cock while Miles lined up with her tighter hole and spread cool lube around the entrance.
Seconds later she was filled with both eager men.
Good. If she had to suffer, they should too.
So full.
So right.
So good.
Her arms shook where she tried to hold herself up.
Griffen reached for her head and pulled her cheek onto his chest, his fingers threading into her hair to hold her steady.
Instantly she was back on that precipice, as needy as if she hadn’t come seconds ago.
She let herself feel every single stroke as her men worked in tandem to fill both her holes, the friction incredible, her mind unable to process the intensity of feeling.
She came again, unable to stop herself, riding the waves for much longer than usual as her mates continued to fuck her harder.
She knew when Griffen was close because his arms tightened around her. And then Miles gripped her hips firmer. Both men stiffened deep inside her, groaning long and low at the same time.
Total bliss.
Total destruction.
She was lost to them permanently.
They all three breathed heavily as the men slipped from inside her and flopped onto the bed, pinning her between them, each wrapping an arm around her middle.
She couldn’t open her eyes. So peaceful. So heavy. Nothing could break this bond they had. It was that solid.
On that thought she slipped into sleep, breathing easily.
Too easily she would later realize.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rebecca jerked upright when she heard a crash. Both men at her sides did the same. They’d fallen asleep.
Miles and Griffen leaped off the bed in seconds. Miles shifted immediately into wolf form, faster than Rebecca had ever seen either of them change.
Before she could pull the sheet up over her naked body, the door to their room flew open with a crash, slamming into the wall.
Rebecca screamed. The largest wolf she’d ever seen stood in the doorway, teeth bared, snarling, phlegm dripping from its jowls.
And then it leaped into the air, so high.
She scrambled back against the headboard, no longer giving a shit about her nudity.
The enormous wolf landed on the bed, but Miles jumped at the same time, his jaw landing on the other wolf’s leg as it landed. It gave a small whimper and then shook Miles free with a loud roar.
Another wolf bounded through the door, filling the frame with its equally impressive size.
Something landed on Rebecca’s arm, scaring the fuck out of her. She jerked to try and free herself, turning her head to find Griffen at her side. “Rebecca, come,” he shouted.
She struggled with the sheet wrapped around her waist and tangling her feet so that she was stuck with the first large wolf and Miles battling right in her face.
Griffen pulled. “Fuck.”
Rebecca fought harder to free herself and slipped from the mess of sheets and wolf. The second she was detached, Griffen tugged her off the bed at the headboard and pressed her into the wall at his back.
“Fuck,” he yelled again.
Rebecca held her breath while the second wolf to enter the room leaped onto the bed. It was lighter in color than the first, but still a deep brown. Miles was the darkest. But even with the differences in fur, it was difficult to tell who was who.
It took a moment for Rebecca to realize the second wolf was on Miles’ side, trying to subdue the first big creature. Her chest heaved as she gripped Griffen’s biceps from beh
ind.
He pressed her so tightly against the wall, she could hardly breathe. He twisted his head to her finally. “Bathroom, baby. Now. Shut the door. Lock it. Don’t come out until you hear one of our voices telling you it’s safe.”
She nodded and eased from behind him the few feet toward the master bath. Now was not the time to argue.
She was scared out of her mind, but she slipped into the bathroom anyway, watching Griffen’s back as she shut the door with a snick and turned the lock. She grabbed the robe off the back of the door and stuffed her shaking arms into the sleeves. Then she climbed into the tub and huddled in the corner.
Fear like she’d never experienced raced through her body. She couldn’t stop shaking. She was in shock. She recognized the symptoms and tried to slow her breathing, sticking her head between her knees and counting in her mind as she inhaled and exhaled.
There were no human noises outside the bathroom. Only the animal growling and snarling that accompanied the fight.
As if trapped in the worst horror movie, she wrapped her hands around her knees and rocked back and forth, half expecting the door to bust down any second and a giant wolf to rip her throat out.
Every time one of them fell into the wall or the door, she flinched. They weren’t on the bed anymore. That much was sure.
She tried to rationalize it was three against one. Surely her mates and the last wolf to enter the room could subdue the intruder. Who was the newcomer? Perhaps he had been outside guarding the house. If that was the case, he had failed.
She squeezed her eyes closed and concentrated once again on breathing. It wouldn’t help for her to pass out from shock. She knew better.
•●•
Griffen turned toward the room immediately after securing Rebecca in the bathroom. He had no idea who the wolf was that entered the room and attacked them, but the second wolf to enter was Officer Corbin Archers, who had stayed to patrol the outside with another cop.
Corbin snarled as he worked with Miles to press the intruder into the corner of the room. Suddenly the feral wolf leaped into the air and bounded over the heads of Corbin and Miles.
Griffen was two seconds from shifting when Miles communicated with him. “Gun. Beside table. Behind the condoms.”
At that moment, the intruder flung himself at Griffen, one of his front claws gouging a long line down Griffen’s left arm. “Son of a bitch.” He grabbed at the wound with his right hand to hold the cut, realizing quickly he would need something more to stop the bleeding. It was deep.
He yanked a T-shirt off the floor and wrapped it around the gash. Blood dripped onto the floor from his fingertips.
Miles slammed his entire body into the unwanted guest and battled with him against the bathroom door, teeth bared, eyes wide. He slammed his jaw down on the matted fur of the other wolf and shook.
Corbin attacked the wolf by clamping down on his tail. The son of a bitch didn’t seem to notice pain or the fact he was severely outnumbered. He looked as though he was drunk, even in wolf form. His eyes were glazed over and bloodshot. He faltered, swaying to one side or the other a few times, but didn’t give up the fight he couldn’t possibly win.
If he was numb from alcohol, or even high on drugs, his mental capacity would be diminished. Griffen decided to add stupid to the list while he yanked open the bedside table and grabbed the gun from the back of the drawer.
Holding his left arm against his body and squeezing, he wrapped his palm around the.38. Contrary to Melinda’s teasing the night before, he was capable of firing a weapon, he just preferred not to. The current circumstances deemed it completely necessary.
The intruder lurched forward again, amazing Griffen with his stamina. He planted his front paws on Miles and shoved him back until the two of them slammed into the opposite wall.
Rebecca screamed inside the bathroom. Griffen ached for her. She had no idea what was going on, and she had to be in shock.
Corbin jumped into the air and landed on the wolf’s back, knocking him to the ground. Like a choreographed routine, the three wolves fought for dominance, growling, biting, and pawing at each other.
“You gonna shoot that thing? Or just stand there holding it?” Miles asked.
“Have some fucking patience, man. Unless you want me to shoot your ass by accident.”
Finally, the intruder clamped down on Miles’ hind leg and wrestled him to the ground.
Corbin jumped out of the way, nodding toward Griffen.
•●•
A shot rang out.
Rebecca froze, a scream escaping her mouth without warning. She threw her hands over her ears and kept screaming as this real living nightmare worsened.
She flinched when she thought she heard someone banging on the door, but by then she was sure she was as good as dead, so she kept screaming and rocking, not lifting her head to witness her own death as it faced her.
Finally, the door flew open. She heard it crash and braced herself for the worst, her voice a hoarse wail that wouldn’t stop.
Hands landed on her shoulders. Human hands.
She drew back, unwilling to open her eyes. Unable to face the intruder as he killed her.
And then she heard his voice faintly through the ringing sound that was all that was left of her moaning.
“Rebecca. Baby. It’s Griffen. Open your eyes. You’re safe.” He wrapped one arm around her before she believed it was truly him.
She stopped screaming, or her voice box ran out of fuel. Either way, she slumped into Griffen’s side and opened her eyes a slit.
He was in the tub with her, crouched in front of her. His left arm was wrapped in a white T-shirt soaked with blood.
Another hand landed on her back as she fell forward. She winced as though burned.
But the palm flattened out, and she knew the touch belonged to Miles. “Love. It’s Miles. You’re okay.”
She wasn’t okay. She would never be okay. Didn’t they understand?
•●•
Griffen paced the living room. In fact he’d been pacing for so long, the rug was surely worn. He lifted his gaze for the millionth time to find his mate still passed out on the couch. Her head was in Miles’ lap, but otherwise she was curled in a near fetal position.
They’d wrapped her in several blankets to stop the shaking, but even asleep she shivered.
Miles had cranked up the heat in the house so high everyone inside was burning up.
Melinda sat at Rebecca’s feet. She kept a hand on her leg and stroked through the layers. “Griffen, sit down. You’re wearing yourself out. When she wakes, she’s going to need you. Both of you. You’re no good to her exhausted and stressed with bloodshot eyes.”
He knew she was right, but he couldn’t get his body to slow down. Adrenaline still pumped through him hours later.
The sun had gone down.
He walked to the window to look out. There were four squad cars out front with their lights on. No sirens. Just lights.
He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes against the view, setting his forehead against the cool glass and trying to calm his racing heart.
It could have gone so much worse. They’d been lucky.
Randal Junior had bitten the first man out front on the leg so hard he’d broken the bone, and then he’d made a beeline for the house without stopping. Corbin Archers, the other officer in charge, had run from the tree line when he heard his partner shout, but he’d been far enough away that Randal made it into the house long before him.
Randal had been wasted, with a blood alcohol so high that he felt nothing but strong determination to kill.
In this case, his number had been up. Griffen had aimed to kill and shot Randal in the chest, killing him instantly.
The master bedroom was a disaster. Every piece of furniture was broken, and blood spattered the walls and floor from the fight and the shooting.
“You okay, Griffen?” Melinda’s voice filtered into his thoughts from close range.
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nbsp; He turned to face her and lifted his head off the glass. She forced a smile. “Fine.” As far from fine as possible, but that was what she wanted to hear.
She furrowed her brow and lifted his hand with hers, twisting it to examine the bandage she’d applied down the length of his forearm. The gauze was red again with his blood. “You need to shift. Just for a while.”
He shook his head, and she sighed. He had no interest in shifting until he was sure Rebecca was okay. “Any change?” He lifted his chin toward his mate.
Melinda shook her head. “Not yet. Give her time. That was quite a shock. She needs sleep. She’ll be fine when her body is ready to wake up.” She tugged his arm. “But you won’t be if you keep bleeding. You need to shift. For a few hours at least.”
He relented with an exhale. As he wandered toward the couch, he popped the button on his jeans with his good hand. He set a hand on Miles’ shoulder. “Gonna shift.”
Miles lifted his gaze from Rebecca. “You should.” He nodded at the end of the couch vacated by Melinda. “Lie at her feet. You won’t miss anything.”
Griffen stripped his jeans, shifted, and curled up at his mate’s feet, letting blessed sleep claim him also. Just for a few minutes…
•●•
Rebecca’s head was pounding, and there were voices, whispered voices that sounded far away. She blinked her eyes open in confusion, the bright light of day instantly making her groan.
Her throat hurt. She swallowed past the dryness. Was she sick?
And then her memory filtered in.
The fight. The huge wolf. The gunshot. She’d been in shock…
“Rebecca?” She recognized Miles’ voice first. It was closer.
She breathed in deeply. His scent surrounded her. As she opened her eyes wider, she realized her head was in his lap, and he stared down at her.
A soft mewling made her jerk her gaze to the other end of the couch. She shrieked when she saw the wolf at her feet, scrambling away from it before she realized it was Griffen.
Miles wrapped her tightly in his arms as she pressed closer. “It’s Griffen, love. Relax.”
Griffen jumped down from the couch and made the transition to human while she watched. Her heart pounded as he grabbed his jeans from the floor and kneeled at her side. “So sorry, baby.” He set his head in her lap. “So sorry.”
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