“Now.” I tilted my hips, pushing down, and Dean let me control the moment.
I gasped as I lowered myself onto the hard blaze of him, losing myself to the passion, sliding down and down as far as I could go, clenching around him, until Dean lifted me up again.
Over and over, our bodies moved in unison, intuitively.
I lost myself in the bliss of his body. After some time, Dean knelt, and I clenched around him, determined not to lose our connection.
He smiled, and then gently lay me down on the floor.
Up until that moment, he had been careful with me. Gentle.
Now, he let the wolf out out—not enough to hurt me, but enough to almost make me wish for that.
The pack bond hit hard at that moment, and we both lost control.
Without warning, pleasure ripped through me, and my voice rang out in ecstasy.
Dean’s gaze delighted in this, relishing his ability to pry screams from me as he thrust into me, burying himself deep inside me over and over.
I tried to pull him even deeper, and we fought each other for control. I tried to work my way back on top of him and failed as he pinned me to the floor.
Eventually I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, digging my heels into his ass as I strained against him.
My own breath turned hot as I whispered, “Harder.”
I lost track of the magical threads burning through me, of the power I knew was ready to explode through us both as Dean pumped faster and faster.
His orgasm blew through me like molten lava, setting every nerve ablaze as I screamed his name again.
The power of the pack magic flew apart from my core, searing us together as wave after wave of passion burned through us, leaving only me, Dean, and our connection to one another.
Afterward, we lay together in the dark, still panting. “You’re mine,” I whispered.
“I am,” he said, his voice contented.
“And so are the others.”
“Yes. And it’s perfect.”
I could learn to love these men.
In fact, I was pretty sure I was already beginning to.
Epilogue
The next morning was the first time the four of us had met since the final piece of the pack magic had settled down onto me. It was also the first time we’d all met privately since Dean’s return.
“What did the Winter Queen do to you?” Owen asked Dean.
“And how do you feel?” Liam asked.
Both of them, as usual, asked the kinds of questions that showed just who they were. Owen, my political and martial advisor. And Liam, the one who was kind and loving and would help me watch out for the souls of my people.
Characteristically, Dean just laughed it off. He was the one who would always find a way to make everything okay. “Nothing. She didn’t hurt me. I’m fine. She was holding me until she could get in touch with you. That’s all.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, uncertain that I fully believed him. I really wasn’t sure that was the only thing she had done.
But that didn’t matter right now.
What mattered was how we were going to deal with what was coming next.
“I need all of you to start working to gather all the information you can about the fae’s Winter Court.”
I looked each of them in the eye.
“The Winter Queen wants us to help take down the Winter King. She wants us to help her when she moves against his part of the court so she can take it over. And she wants that badly enough that she was willing to make some serious promises to get it.
Three pairs of lupine eyes stared back at me, their expressions serious.
“I have absolutely no intention of allowing her to gain that kind of power if doing so would be bad for us. For our pack.”
They all nodded, still waiting for me to continue.
“We are about to go to war, I fear, with the Winter Court fae. We are outmatched, both in magical weapons and in numbers, from what little I understand so far. So I need you three to help me figure out how to get us out of the deal I just made without risking any of our lives.”
“We can do that,” Owen said.
“Our people will support you.” Liam reached over and wrapped my fingers in his.
“We will support you,” Dean said.
It was an impossible task. I knew it even as I handed it to them.
And yet, my three wolves, the three men that I was bound to now with the kind of ties that didn’t even have a human equivalent, were all on board with the attempt.
They were mine and I was theirs.
But even more than that, we were pack.
And we were going to win.
About the Author
New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between "hanged" and "hung," turned to writing romance novels instead. (Sometimes her heroines kill monsters, too.)
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Her Big Bad Wolves (Book 1)
Welcome to the Moon Moon…where my life is turning into a werewolf joke.
Sienna Luna always knew there was something off about her family.
She didn’t know most of them were werewolves.
Not until her uncle’s will named her pack alpha and she was forced to come to terms with the legacy no one had bothered to prepare her for.
Luckily for Sienna, she’s also inherited The Moon Moon,
