right in the ovaries.
Not the most ideal moment, perhaps, but hell, he was mine.
I was his.
And this place?
Even though it was apparently an ‘almost’ death trap, it was for us.
Constructed for us, to bring us closer together.
Unable to stop myself, I pressed a kiss to his lips, then moaned when he kissed me back.
I almost hadn’t expected him to do that, had thought whatever he was going through was too much, but evidently not.
I sighed as he took it further, his hands moving up to my hair to hold me in place, even as one coiled the ends into a rope and used it to arch my head back.
His tongue thrust between my lips, dancing with mine a few times, but within seconds, he was on the move, and I wasn’t about to complain.
He nipped down my throat, sucking and suckling along the way, his tongue dancing as it moved across the hypersensitive skin.
I moaned, shuddering against him, and I started to arch my pelvis. His cock, of course, was there, growing harder against me. I could feel the heat of him, the thickness, and the fact that he was responding to me so quickly filled me with hope that I could push past the shadows that overwhelmed the start of our journey as mates together.
I hated that he was last, but somehow, everything was happening for a reason, and I knew he was meant to be with me, here and now, to deal with whatever challenge was heading our way.
It was almost like entering a level in Super Mario or something. There was no point in having Luigi with me when I really needed Bowser.
Still, now seriously wasn’t the time for me to get my nerd on, and instead, I focused on what he was doing. On the way he tasted me, on the way he savored me.
Oh Kali Sara, I was so grateful for each of them.
They didn’t just hold me, they made me feel real.
Like I wasn’t a doll for their pleasure, but like, without me, they’d have no pleasure at all.
I wasn’t something to fuck. I was something to savor.
And I so badly wanted to be savored.
I moaned when he nipped at the base of my throat. My stomach tensed, and my back arched as I let my head fall back, allowing him to taste wherever he wanted, but not unsurprisingly, that wasn’t enough for him.
When his hands came to my tits, I started to grind down against him. A harsh snarl escaped him, and fuck, it set my she-wolf off.
Everything inside me both clenched and released, desperate for what that snarl represented—his loss of control.
Not unlike Eli, I sensed he had control issues too, but I didn’t have to worry about Ethan as much. He wasn’t in a jail cell he’d made for himself. He was just not as cheerful as his brother.
That, I could deal with.
Still, he surprised me when he twisted us around, and suddenly, I was on my back in the water. The shore, thanks to the cascading waterfall, lapped against my skin like a thousand fingers and tongues, and he loomed over me, looking like some kind of sex god.
His muscles were already big, but adrenaline had them pumped up like he’d just been challenging Brandon, and while technically, he had, the challenge having occurred less than a goddamn half-hour ago, I knew that wasn’t how time worked here.
For however long I’d been unconscious, he’d been coming down from that adrenaline buzz.
So the sight of him like that, ripped and ready to fuck? To rock my goddamn world? Made me cream.
Hard.
I arched up, loving how my pussy collided with the water, my heat and the temperate liquid merging for a handful of seconds, before he grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my front.
I swear, I was just a frickin’ ribbon stick to these guys, but I wasn’t about to complain, not when the move put me on my belly. He shaped my butt with his hands, then slipped his finger down the crack.
“I’d prefer to fuck you in the ass than chaos,” he rumbled, making my lips twitch.
“Maybe when we have KY jelly,” I teased, and loved how he laughed before he nipped my ass, hard enough to sting, but Kali Sara, what a sting.
I squealed, arching up onto my hands and knees, which had been his intention, I assumed, because within a heartbeat, he was there.
His tongue.
Sweet fuck.
He slid it down the folds of my sex before he thrust