and deep. So deep and yes, right there. Every thrust pounding against that spot that drove him wild.
“Love,” Cam gasped. Love this. Love you.
Davide grunted as he slung his hips forward with more force than a human man could take. “You love giving up control. Letting us fuck you.”
Us.
Yes.
He was drunk on them. Davide claiming his body. Bailey sharing his mind. He could hear her now. The whimpers and moans. He saw thighs shift and shake on the seat of her truck as she fucked herself in time with Davide’s thrusts. Faster now. So deep. “Don’t stop.”
“I can’t.” Davide curved his body over Cam’s back, his heart racing, the speed of his thrusts unforgiving. “You feel too good. Oh fuck, she loves it, Cam.”
“Bailey,” he moaned, closing his eyes and reaching out to her.
Can you feel this? He wants to do this to you. Fuck your ass while I’m inside that wet pussy you can’t stop touching. I want to taste you first. Plant my face between your thighs and feast for hours before I give you my cock. But once you take it, we’ll never be able to let you go.
Cam tried to close his mind after his last thought, knowing he was wandering into dangerous territory. He needed to see her for that. Talk to her face to face. He couldn’t trust himself now. Not when he was this close to the edge. He was reaching for his cock when her orgasm brought him along for the ride.
It burned like a wildfire up his spine and he came shouting Davide’s name. Bailey’s name. They were coming together. One explosion setting off another, each of them feeding into the other. His back arched and he shook with the power of it. Blood filled his mouth and the wolf howled with the need to bite his mate. Mark his mate. Have them both.
Mine. Don’t make me choose. I can’t lose him.
Cam wasn’t sure how long it took for the world to come back into focus, but the first thing he felt was a warm, wet cloth against his skin and gentle kisses on his spine. It made him smile. My love.
“You didn’t break it.”
Cam lifted himself up to see the small crack in the wooden seat. Davide was right, but it was a near miss. “That’s good craftsmanship.”
Davide snorted, nuzzling his neck one more time before he pulled away to step into his running shorts. Then he disappeared around the corner.
Cam stretched, cracking his back and reaching for his own shorts, which had been tossed across the room. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?” he called as he pulled them on, thinking about the now-broken link they’d both shared with Bailey during sex.
It changed everything. It could also explain why his emotions and desires were harder to control. They were resonating with hers. And if she was sharing emotions with Davide as well?
He’d been a fool to believe her humanity would protect her from their bond. And he’d left her alone with no idea what she was experiencing or why. It was unforgivable. Without preparation, this kind of intensity could scare her. That was the last thing he wanted.
Too late.
Who said that?
Chapter Ten
Someone was in his house.
David snarled from the living room at the same time Cam sensed the new arrival. A shifter, but not one of his. And not invited.
He moved fast, heading Davide off right before he lunged for the handsome, long-haired man who was standing in their living room. Not even standing. He was leaning comfortably against the wall without concern or fear, wearing jeans and holding a decorative walking stick. He seemed young, until Cam noticed his eyes.
“Are you lost?”
“Would you believe I was looking for the bathroom?” The man smiled and Cam felt a wave of physical warmth steal through him, soothing him and telling him this man meant no harm. It was difficult to believe, since most shifters had rules about entering someone else’s domain without request or warning. But the feeling persisted.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Good. Then you aren’t too far gone yet. Shifters mid mate frenzy occasionally lose their common sense. It’s a dangerous time. I should have known you’d still have your head on straight.”
The soft warning rumble in Davide’s chest ceased and his head tilted toward the stranger. “Coyote,” he informed Cam calmly. Interesting. There weren’t too many of those in the world. Hadn’t Bailey mentioned knowing a coyote? Part of her long, crazy spider story. Was this the