that exposed his sharp canines. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms were thick and tensed, bunched, and held tightly in check. But he wasn’t immune to the pheromones swamping the air, and he came with a muffled cry. Harris took the opportunity to shove her hard-won control out the window. Teeth on her clit, his fingers thrust into her pussy, twisting to stroke the soft, sensitive spot that made her lose all hope of holding back. She was coming before the second brush over her G-spot.
And she didn’t get the chance to enjoy the blissful feeling either. Ethan put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. He paused for a short, deep kiss before turning her around and urging her to straddle Harris’s hips. Not that it took much urging when she felt Harris’s cock brush over the folds of her sex. They were on the bed, his feet planted on the ground and her knees on the edge. He was lying back, watching her with such greedy intent she caught her breath. Trembling, she grasped the base of his penis and guided him inside her.
This time she let herself go. Riding him slowly, head thrown back and eyes closed, she knew what was coming when Ethan stepped up behind her. When he brushed her hair away and left one side of her neck exposed. Her heart stuttered, and her belly spasmed, though she couldn’t say if it was from fear of Ethan’s bite or because Harris was buried so deeply inside her. Maybe she was just tired of fighting it, because she didn’t protest when Ethan’s hands closed over her shoulders to hold her still. Or seconds later when those sharp, deadly teeth scraped her skin in a soft caress.
“Say yes, baby,” he murmured, and she heard the yearning in his voice. A yearning she wasn’t ready to admit to but shared. Her delay in responding earned her a sharp nip, not quite enough to break skin. Not enough to mark. He moved his hands to shape her breasts, then tweaked her nipples. “Gabby?”
She groaned, the raw, hoarse sound of desire filling her ears. “What was the question?” she managed to whisper, earning another nip.
“You know,” he said darkly. “I want to make this real. I want to mark you. Claim you. I
She could hear it in his voice and found it impossible to respond to such naked longing. He took it as an invitation. This time when his teeth closed over the flesh at the hollow between shoulder and neck, he didn’t hesitate. She felt the sharp sting as her skin was punctured, felt as if he somehow lived inside her, and knew despite the amazing healing abilities of her kind, this mark would never fade. Like it or not, she belonged to him now. Irrevocably.
The knowledge should have sent her into a blind panic. Should have set her wolf side clawing at the confines of her mind, and the human woman desperate for flight. It was hard to think of those things while they stoked the flame of her desire higher and higher, though.
Impossible, in fact. They didn’t give her time to think. Before the bite had even trickled one drop of blood, she found herself on her back, once again spread open and tied to the posts.
Harris loomed over her, hips between her thighs, cock nudging her entrance, but he waited until she focused on his face before he began pushing in. His jaw was clenched so tightly she could see a tic on the side of his face. She wanted to reach up and smooth away the tension, but of course she couldn’t move. She did the next best thing and forced her body to relax, limb by limb, muscle by muscle, until she was completely available for his mastery. It felt good to let go, but the look on his face was what really made it worthwhile She could even forgive the triumphant, dominant gleam in his eyes when it was mixed with the rest. Tenderness. Joy.
Adoration.
She was Alice fallen through the rabbit’s hole, but she didn’t care when he began his long, slow strokes. Withdraw to the tip of his cock, then that steady thrust back into her pussy. He left her panting, needy, desperate, and it wasn’t because of the heat. It was all him. Harris of the rigid control, eyes dark and stormy with desire and emotion. She was a little surprised when he bent his face to her neck, opposite of the side Ethan had bitten, but what could it harm? He was a wizard, not a wolf, no matter how deeply her wolf’s instinct said they belonged to him.
She should have paid more attention in her “know your enemy” classes. Teeth closed over skin and tugged, bit. It would mark but not permanently. Then she felt a short burst of energy she’d come in a very short time to associate with his mind touching her body. She’d question him, but she felt too damned good at the moment. After the bite, his strokes increased, became hard and fast and then frenzied. She might have cared, might have protested, except she was totally along for the ride and came screaming his name within seconds.
Chapter Six
Gabby stood deep in the tree line. If the three werewolves bickering in the backyard had been focused on anything other than their own bullshit, they would have noticed someone was so close by. Not that it would have mattered. They were in safe territory. Even if someone came upon this scene, he wouldn’t expect any danger. She was not so lax in her personal security and took a deep breath, smiling when she heard steps coming up on her side, the male’s scent preceding him.
“Hey, sis,” her brother, Kade, said softly as he sidled up next to her.
Following werewolf custom, he’d spent his early twenties with another pack and had just returned to replace Baker, one of the other soldiers who’d decided to go wandering. This was the first she’d seen Kade in three years, and her heart soared to have her twin brother home. Though she was tempted to pull him close in a hug, they were both staying out of the way of the fireworks behind the house and therefore drawing no attention to themselves. They didn’t want to get pulled into the middle of it. They’d learned that lesson well over the years. “How’s it going?”
She shrugged. The argument before them drifted around to the front of the house, and he followed her farther into the yard as their parents moved away. “The usual. You?” He tilted his head to one side, and she groaned at his “no bullshit” look. She wasn’t getting out of this one. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve never shown up for one of these little shindigs smelling of two different men.”
Thank gods for turtlenecks. “So I had a fun weekend.” She’d left Harris and Ethan before dawn despite their protests and Harris’s reminder of the deal. But her duties had been abandoned for two days, and she couldn’t delay returning. She’d been running all day playing catch up. She hadn’t even had the chance to come find Kade until well after lunch, and now they wouldn’t have much time to talk. The pack was having an impromptu party to welcome Kade home. She would meet her mates there later.
“Fun and marked are two different things.”
“Who said anything about marked?” She glared. Twin brother or not, he was pushing his luck.
“I wouldn’t be able to scent a man on you if he wasn’t your mate,” he said, voice hard and cold, all protective brother. She was reminded that if he’d stayed the last few years, he’d probably occupy a higher space in the pack than she, and she was near the top in fifth place, right after Jonas. It made her uncomfortable to consider Ethan and Kade both could probably have challenged her for her position long ago But for now Kade was just her sibling, she outranked him, and this was none of his business. Ethan…that was a worry for another time.
