the side when Gage takes his place.
“Goddess,” I say weakly. I think if I live to a hundred, I will still experience a flare of sharp arousal to be the object of such an intense male’s lust.
“Brace yourself, lass,” he says. His hand trembles as he grasps my waist in one hand, the other lining his cock with my puffy pussy. “This is going to be rough and fast.”
He does not lie. I should not want roughness, as sore as I am. But I do. His thick cock and the pounding rhythm set me tumbling higher and higher. I feel the rough, bumpy ridge of his knot growing with every brutal slap of flesh meeting flesh. I want to wriggle away. But I also want more. I always want more.
“Nuummmmnnn!”
“Good girl,” Brandon says, fingers tracing my open lips. “Come for Gage. Come all over his cock.”
I squeal as I come. Head back, thighs straining to lift my hips to meet the thrusts, I relish the fierceness of the coupling. With my waist grasped within his strong hands, Gage forces the knot in one more time and stills, growling out his release as he bathes my pussy with his seed.
Still knotted, he rolls to his side so that I am snuggled between the two of them.
“Gods, we will never leave these fucking furs,” Gage says on a gusty breath. “Her breeding scent is enough to keep me insensible with need.”
“Breeding?” I say softly, hardly daring to hope.
Brandon kisses my shoulder before nuzzling the side of my throat. “Aye, breeding. Your scent has changed, Jessa. You are with child.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Gage
SOMEHOW, WE HAUL our asses out of the furs, clean up, clean Jessa up, and ride for my clan. Brandon lopes circles around us in wolf form, Jessa naps where she lays over my lap. I keep the horse to a walk, so it takes us a while.
Night is falling by the time we arrive. The Alpha on watch sends a lad ahead of us to let the village know. By the time we arrive at my home and hall, Pete is waiting.
“Hail!” he says, grinning. “You have been gone a good while.”
Pete’s gaze lowers to where Brandon takes a sentry position beside the horse, remaining in wolf form. He does not know the clan well, and he will be on alert until his wolf can be satisfied no danger lurks here.
Pete calls to a couple of nosy servants who have come to gawk. “Prepare the hall, a bath, and some food.”
They scurry off.
It might be helpful were Brandon to shift and take the sleepy lass from my arms. But alas, all he does is growl when Pete dares to take a step forward to hold the reins as I dismount.
“He is not going to hurt the lass, dumb mutt!” I grouch. Rousing Jessa, I put her in the saddle as I dismount before lifting her into my arms.
“I can stand!” she says, voice ripe with querulousness. She is tired and in need of rest in a proper bed. And a bath given her hair is a knotty mess of dried cum. As much as I enjoyed putting her in this state, she will feel better for being thoroughly clean.
“You weigh all but naught,” I say. To Pete, I ask, “Has there been any trouble?”
“Aye,” he says, nodding. “Jack sent his second, Glen, to find out if we had ought to do with Brandon and Jessa’s disappearance. I told them you had passed through with Brandon and Jessa, and that I would send a rider to notify him on your return.”
“Good,” I say. “Send a rider tonight. He will be here for the morrow. Better to get this over and done with.”
“You have bonded,” Pete says, eyes shifting to the bundle in my arm. “Her scent has changed. That the wolf is not trying to rip your throat out suggests he has bonded too.”
A growl rises from my chest when his eyes linger on Jessa. We have been friends since lads, and I have trusted this man with my life. Brandon, alert to my mood, moves to place himself between Pete and us. Curling his lips, he growls.
Pete lowers his gaze. “You have claimed an Omega,” he says. “It will take time for your people to adjust. I meant no disrespect.”
“We are newly mated,” I say. “It will take me some time to temper the feelings the bond invokes.”
Pete smiles, and his eyes meet mine without straying. “I expect that it will. This