by Dia Cole
“I got you, beautiful,” the giant rumbled.
I looked down at his huge cock and licked my lips. “Your turn.”
Liam looked back at Gabriel, who’d collapsed at the other end of the bed. “Is she ready?”
He should ask me. I grabbed his chin and forced his gaze to mine. “She’s very ready.” Then I reached down and stroked his shaft.
Liam let out a ragged groan.
I slid my hand back and forth, marveling at the size. I tried to close my fingers around the throbbing length and failed. It’s so big. I let out a throaty moan of appreciation.
He shuddered. “That feels amazing.”
“This will feel even more amazing,” I said, pushing him back on the bed and straddling him. “Take off your clothes.”
“Okay,” he gasped, yanking off his shirt and lifting me so he could kick off his pants.
I ran my fingers through his soft chest hair enjoying the differences between his huge hairy body and Gabriel’s sleeker muscular one. Before I could continue my exploration, my core tightened with need and a wave of lust swept over me. Can’t wait. I positioned myself over the blunt head of his cock.
He let out a hiss of breath.
Remembering that it was his first time, I slid down his cock slowly wanting him to savor the sensation.
Tendons strained in his neck as he fisted the bed sheets. His eyes glazed with desire.
Oh, God. Although I was drenched with passion and Gabriel’s seed, I had to stop halfway down to let my body adjust to his incredible size.
Seeming to sense my discomfort, Liam grabbed my hips. “Stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me.” I leaned over and kissed him passionately.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned against my lips.
I took advantage of his distraction to fully impale myself. My inner walls burned as his huge cock stretched me to the point of pain.
He let out a cry, his eyes flying open and staring straight into mine. His expression of dazed excitement thrilled me.
Gradually the sting between my legs ebbed leaving only desire. Every one of my nerve endings came alive as I moved over him.
I’m his first. His last. The instinct to claim him overpowered me. “You’re mine,” I whispered.
The shocked expression that crossed his face was quickly replaced by joy. “Yes, yours,” he echoed.
A bond snapped between us, and somehow I was feeling what he was feeling and hearing every thought in his head.
She claimed me! His chest swelled with happiness. She claimed me!
“Not quite yet,” I whispered into his mind, rocking back on his magnificent cock.
“Ah, fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head.
Loving the way he filled every inch of me, I rode him hard. The pace I set was fast and furious and had our sweat-slicked bodies slapping together.
Shuddering, he surged up to meet my strokes, his hands cupping my breasts. “I’m close,” he gasped.
Feeling his mounting desire through our bond, I slammed down harder. Molten heat raged inside me.
A guttural sound broke from his lips as he came. His orgasm ricocheted through me and sent me spiraling straight into an ocean of bliss.
Collapsing down on his chest in a boneless heap, I struggled to catch my breath.
Liam’s thundering heartbeat drummed against my ear. “That was everything I hoped for,” he said, kissing me on my forehead. “I’m glad you were the one.”
A loud snore had me jerking my head up.
Gabriel lay a few feet away in a dead sleep.
“Seriously, brother? We’re having a moment here.” Liam threw a pillow at his friend’s head.
Gabriel didn’t stir.
I couldn’t help giggling.
“You must’ve worn him out,” Liam said, pulling me into the curve of his arm.
“He hasn’t slept in days,” Mason said in a low voice.
Mason! Shit. I’d forgotten all about the male. I looked over to see the gorgeous doctor leaning against the dresser.
He watched us with smoldering eyes, his nostrils flaring.
He wants me. My sex pulsed with a warm deep throb. I could definitely go another round or two or three.
“Then go another round with me,” Liam said, kissing me.
I pushed him away. “No fair reading my mind.”
“You’ve already learned how to speak telepathically?” Mason asked, pushing away from the dresser and coming to stand next to the bed. “It took me months to figure it out.”
Liam brushed his hand through my hair. “She claimed me.”
“Oh.” Mason took a step back, a stunned expression on his face.
I looked between the men. “What do you mean by claimed? We had sex, like I had sex with Gabriel.”
Liam shook his head. “It’s more than that. When you told me I was yours and I agreed, our souls connected. We’re now bonded for life. That’s why you can read my mind so easily and why I can tell you are suddenly filled with panic.”
I sat up in the bed feeling completely overwhelmed.
“Shh. It’s okay,” Liam whispered, rising up next to me. He leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “Don’t be upset.”
“She claimed you without knowing what she was doing?” Mason asked, sounding incredulous.
“Apparently, Doc.”
Anxiety knotted my stomach. “What does it mean to be claimed?”
Liam wrapped his arms around me. “It means we’re family now. I’ll never leave your side as long as we live.”
I searched his handsome face. “Really?”
Liam leaned over and kissed me. “Really. Unless you decide to break the bond, not even death can separate us.”
Wow. My throat grew tight. My whole life I’d ached for this kind of connection. I wrapped my arms around Liam’s neck and deepened the kiss. The minty taste of his lips made heat build between my legs. I moaned. Again? My body seemed insatiable.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mason awkwardly pick an invisible piece of lint from his slacks. “Well, I should leave you two alone.”
No way is he leaving. Now that I knew how to create a family, I planned on immediately expanding it. I broke away from Liam.
He tried to drag me back down on the bed.
I gently pushed away. “Loving me means sharing.”
Although his disappointment came through our bond, he nodded in understanding. “I know. Doc’s turn.”
“Thank you,” I whispered through our private connection. Then, I reached out and grabbed Mason’s hand before he could walk away. “I could use another shower. How about you help me clean off with those magic hands of yours?”
20
Mason
All I could do was nod like an idiot when she pulled me into the bathroom. The sway of her heart-shaped bottom captivated me. Have I ever seen a more perfect-looking ass?
It should’ve bothered me that she’d just been with two other males, but somehow seeing her with them only inflamed my desire.
Her color was high as she dropped my hand and walked into the ridiculously large glass shower. She twisted the knob handle and water poured out of numerous showerheads mounted on the ceiling above. Giving me a seductive look, she grabbed a bar of soap from the bench and washed her body.
Mesmerized by her hands working the thick lather across her breasts and stomach, all rational thought left my brain.
Then she rubbed lower, sliding the soap between her legs.
“Bloody hell.” My dick strained toward her, begging me to finish what we’d started earlier in the infirmary.
“Aren’t you coming in?” she asked in a husky voice.
Hell, yes. Without another thought I pulled open the glass door and stepped in.
“Your clothes,” she giggled.
“Oh.” I look down at my wet pants and shirt. Screw it. Who cares about clothes at a time like this? I whipped my shirt over my head and shucked my
pants and boxer shorts. As her gaze roamed my body, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Regular workouts and my Lykos physiology gave me a muscular body that would make any human proud, but I was still no match for the hulking males in the other room. Standing before her in the raw, while she’d just seen every inch of their bodies, did nothing for my ego.
As if sensing my anxiety, she traced a drop of water down my pectorals and then cupped my face in her hands. “You’re perfect, Mason, and you’re mine.” She looked up at me with her beautiful golden gaze and suddenly it seemed as if she was peering into my soul.
“Yes, I’m yours, love,” I answered, my heart exploding with emotions so intense they threatened to crush my sternum. All my life I’d been searching for this. To truly belong to something—someone. And now I belonged to her. My eyes stung as the bond snapped in place between us. “You claimed me.”
“And now I need you to claim me,” she whispered back into my mind. Her aching desire rushed through our bond.
She needs me. She needs this. I crushed my lips down on hers and devoured her moan.
She rocked back against me.
Our lips and tongue mated in a frenzied dance before I got control of myself. I needed to give her what the others hadn’t. I needed to do more than just fuck her. Resolute, I pushed her back against the shower wall and dropped to my knees. Water sprayed my face and back, but I paid it no mind. All my attention was fixed on the center of her.
Her mouth made a sweet little O as I parted her thighs and moved one of her beautiful legs over my shoulder.
Then I delved into her with my lips and tongue—exploring her in a way none of the others had. Her honey-sweet flavor forever imprinted on my tongue. I’ll crave her taste forever.
She screamed and rocked against my mouth. “Please, please,” she begged.
Unable to resist her plea, I clamped my lips around her clitoris and sucked hard.
She convulsed in fits in spasms and sagged into my arms.
It was my turn to chuckle as I carried her over to the tile bench that stretched almost a third the length of the shower.
She looked up at me with hungry eyes as I positioned her on her back with her legs hanging off the end. “I need you inside me.”
“I want to give you more pleasure,” I said as I knelt down on the shower floor and nudged her thighs apart.
Water beat down on us as I slipped two fingers inside her and stroked her to a rhythm that had her writhing in ecstasy. Her desire radiated through our bond, amplifying my passion.
“Oh, God, Mason.” She reached down and grabbed me.
The feel of her slick fingers moving up and down my throbbing erection destroyed my plan to make slow love to her. Trembling, I rose over her and thrust between her legs. Bloody hell. She was like a hot, wet vise clamping down on me.
Our bond magnified each movement. Her lust became mine and my passion became hers.
As she arched off the bench, pressure built inside me. Unable to help myself, I slammed into her harder and harder. Our wet bodies slid against each other under the spray of the hot water.
“Yes,” she cried, anchoring her legs around my waist.
With her wrapped around me, I picked her up and carried her to the middle of the shower. With my hands supporting her buttocks, and her back against the tile, I pounded into her giving her everything I had.
“Oh, Mason,” she panted into my ear. She raked her nails down my shoulders as she took every thrust. “I’m so close.”
I pulled back and angled my hips so the top of her mound scraped against me with every thrust.
She detonated in my arms.
I swallowed her cries of pleasure and surrendered to the vortex roaring inside me. My knees gave out with the power of my orgasm and I sank down to the shower floor with her in my arms. “Wow,” I panted when I was capable of speech.
She burrowed her head into my neck. “Wow is right. Glad I saved the best for last.”
I kissed her forehead, filled with so much emotion I couldn’t hold back. “I’m falling in love with you, Havana.”
She pulled away, her gaze searching mine. “You barely know me.”
“I know that I could search the world over and not find another female as beautiful, smart, brave, and sexy as you.” She was the one for me. Now and forever.
She smiled and pressed her body up against mine. “It’s crazy as hell, but I’m falling for you too, Mason.”
I’m not sure how long we lay there under the pouring water, but at some point we got out of the shower and toweled each other off.
What started off innocent turned into something far naughtier and moments later I was taking her on the bathroom counter.
When we’d both orgasmed again, I hugged her tightly. Part of me never wanted us to leave the bathroom, but the loud growl of her stomach made it clear she needed something to eat.
Wrapping the towels around us like togas, we opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom along with a cloud of steam.
“About damn time,” Liam said. He stood with his arms crossed and his back resting against one of the bedposts. Thankfully, he’d put his pants back on. “I thought we were going to have to send in a search party.”
Gabriel sat nude on the edge of the bed, his one-eyed gaze on Havana. “How are you feeling?”
“Hungry.” Her cheeks, already flushed with the steam of the shower, grew redder. “I mean, hungry for actual food.”
Remembering the lunch I’d made her, I rushed into the hallway and grabbed the tray. “I’m sorry, it’s gotten a little cold.”
Her eyes widened at the sight of the food. “That looks amazing. Thank you, Mason.” She kissed my cheek as I set the tray down on a table next to a wingback chair.
“You can thank me by eating,” I whispered into her mind. I took her hand and led her to the chair.
She gave me another look of appreciation as she dove into the chicken pasta and fruit salad. “This is delicious.”
I couldn’t help beaming with her praise. From now on, the purpose of my existence was to make her happy.
“Hey, I drove out to the cabin and picked up your things,” Liam said, stomping out to the hallway and coming back with her duffel bag.
Havana’s eyes lit up. “Thank you!”
She must’ve said something privately to Liam because he knelt next to her while she planted a kiss on his lips.
Needing to be closer to her, I leaned against the wall near where she sat.
Liam settled by her feet and we both watched her eat in silence.
“She claimed you both,” Gabriel stated with a note of incredulousness in his voice. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it, brother,” Liam said with a wide grin.
A shadow moved across Gabriel’s face, but it passed so quickly, I could’ve imagined it. “Since you two can see to her needs, I’ll head out.” Gabriel strode toward the door. His jerky movements telegraphed his anger better than his brittle tone of voice.
Havana pushed her plate aside and stood up. “I want to claim you too, Gabriel.”
Gabriel stopped and wheeled around. “That can’t happen.”
I felt her mood plummet through our bond.
“You don’t want me,” she said, blinking rapidly.
“He’s a fool,” I said, needing to soothe her hurt feelings.
A growl rumbled from Liam’s throat, his need to protect her stirring too.
“No, fuck.” Gabriel scrubbed a hand along the stubble on his chin. “There’s nothing more I’d want in this world than to belong to you, but I won’t weaken you or shorten your life.” He scowled at Liam and me. “Did you not think of that when you accepted her claim?”
Damn. I’d been selfish. Regret stabbed into me like a scalpel.
Liam hung his head.
Havana threw up her hands. “Talk to me, guys. What am I missing here?”
Gabriel crossed the room to stand in front of her. “There’s a reaso
n why Alpha females never claim mates. Once bonded, when one mate dies so does the other. Unlike you and the other Alpha females, Liam, Mason, and I won’t live extended lives. We’ll grow old and die in the same life span humans have and if you’re bound to us so will you.” His words hung heavy in the air.
Havana shrugged. “So.”
Gabriel blinked at her. “Don’t you want to live for hundreds of years?”
Havana rose on the balls of her feet so she could meet Gabriel’s penetrating stare. “What I want is to have a family. I want to live my life with you three. You’re mine, Gabriel.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Gabriel.” His name was a plea on her lips.
His shoulders sagged and his resistance crumbled. “I’m yours,” he whispered. His entire body shuddered, and I knew the bond between them was snapping in place.
I swatted back the surge of jealousy. I’m hers too.
She must’ve heard me because she broke away from Gabriel. She looked over at me and then down at Liam. “Yes, all three of you are mine.”
We nodded in unison.
I studied the other two males. We were family now—connected through our bond with Havana. It wasn’t the family I’d been searching for, but somewhere inside of me I knew it was the family I needed.
Our female reached up and removed Gabriel’s eye patch.
I didn’t know what private conversation they were having, but Gabriel shook his head.
Havana wrapped her arms around him. “It wasn’t your fault. Don’t let that bitch continue to torment you.”
“Listen to her, brother,” Liam said softly.
Gabriel reached a trembling hand up to the gemstone, but then froze. “I-I can’t. Tasha’s compulsion is too strong.”
“Let me try to break it,” Havana pleaded.
“Do it,” Gabriel said, his body rigid with tension.
“Take the stone out, Gabriel!” Havana commanded, her voice ringing with Alpha power.
Clenching his teeth, Gabriel tore the jewel from his eye socket.
Despite the spurting blood and Gabriel’s muffled groan, Havana didn’t flinch or back away even when the male handed her the bloody gem and transformed into a brown wolf.
