Broken Bond - Callie Rose Page 0,67

basement—that moment of anticipation as they all gazed down at me in the bedroom of the mating cabin.

That same anticipation hovers over us now.

Last time we did this, we were interrupted by my witch emerging from wherever she once lay dormant inside me.

This time?

There’s not a thing in the whole damn world that could make me stop.

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Sable

As if all the men have read the thoughts in my head—or the hungry expression on my face—they all move at once.

Four massive, muscled bodies join me on the bed, making the wooden frame creak a little. They surround me on all sides, and four pairs of hands begin to touch me. Four hot mouths brush over my skin. Four voices let out satisfied groans of pleasure.

Holy shit.

I thought I might be prepared for what this feels like. After all, we’ve done something like this before, so this part isn’t entirely new. But just like my kiss with Dare was better than our first kiss, this is better than that night at the cabin.

Because these men are mine.

That word, so simple yet so full of meaning, reverberates in every touch, every kiss.

They’re claiming me.

Giving themselves to me.

Consummating the bond between us.

My eyelids droop as red hot pleasure charges through me. Someone is between my legs, kissing a line up the curve of my ankle. Someone else has their lips wrapped around my nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. Hands skate over the dips and contours of my body, and I reach out almost blindly, trying to touch them all back.

When two broad hands grip my thighs and press them open, my heartbeat picks up. My eyes fly wide, and I look down to see Dare kneeling between my legs. The other men are still gathered close around us, and for a moment, their caresses cease as I wait to see what Dare will do.

His thick fingers make indentations on the flesh of my legs as he presses my thighs even farther apart, baring me completely to him and the others. I’m spread out, open wide, nothing hidden or secret. Old habits make my thighs clench against Dare’s hold, trying to press my legs closed. But with a low growl, he holds them firm until I relax in his grip. I’m practically squirming now, but I force myself to stay still. Force myself to let them see all of me.

It’s the most intimate feeling in the world, and although my cheeks flush a little with embarrassment, something else rises up inside me too, drowning out any shyness. I feel just like I did when I told Trystan how to touch me in the hallway outside Archer’s room.

Powerful.

Sexy.

Wanted.

Dare takes his time soaking up the sight of me, his gaze running over my body as his breath quickens. His chest rises and lowers, and then he dips his head and drags his tongue through my folds, all the way from the bottom to the top. He flattens it as he passes over my clit, dragging the firm, wet heat over my sensitive bud.

My back arches off the bed, my heels digging into the mattress as my toes splay wide. “Dare!”

He growls against my skin, pressing small kisses to my mound as his gold-flecked brown eyes lift to gaze at me. The heat and satisfaction in them makes my entire body hum.

He wants this.

He wants me.

There’s nothing left between us. No more walls or barriers between our hearts. Dare has accepted the mate bond with me and the feelings growing between us knowing full well who and what I am.

Suddenly, his mouth on me isn’t enough. I need to feel him inside me, need to merge our bodies into one. With my other mates still gathered close around us, I reach down and tug at Dare’s shoulders, urging him upward. He gives in to my silent plea, crawling up to hover over me, his muscular hips settling between my legs.

The searing heat of his cock brushes against my core, sliding through my slippery folds, and I groan at the feeling. “Dare, I need you. Please…”

His large hand captures my face, fingers splayed over my jaw as he gazes at me intently. “Watch me, Sable,” he commands, the deep sound of his voice filling my body with liquid heat. “Watch me fill you up. I want you to see how perfectly we fit together, how we’re made for each other.”

My legs squeeze his hips in response to his words, and when he releases his grip on my jaw,