her.
“Kody…you’re so far away.”
Kody chuffed softly. “Sammy. I’m right here. Watching.”
“S…such a boy.”
“He’ll be with us again soon, honey.” Mesa kissed her belly. “Right now, look at me.”
“This isn’t like me.” He bet she’d said exactly the same thing to Kody, the first time he’d
loved her.
“It is now.” He chuffed against her skin before dipping his head to nuzzle her curls.
Sammy shifted, and her little gasp made him ache. Sweet lady. He licked, pressing down. Bright and tart, the taste of her made him growl, tongue sliding over her clitoris, just teasing the little nub.
The way she shifted, sliding against him, made him grunt. He wanted.
“Use your fingers, too, mate. She loves that.” Kody’s voice was a deep growl.
“Does she?” He smiled a little, then licked some more, teasing.
Sammy’s fingers tangled in his hair.
Mesa pushed a finger up along her folds, following the path of his tongue. Sammy arched
up, demanding girl, sweet cunt slick and hot and wet for him. He licked, pressing his tongue
against her clit as his finger slid inside her. God, she was perfect.
“Please.” She rocked down, took his finger in, murmuring his name.
His name. A surge of happy triumph swept through him, and he gave her another finger,
his tongue pushing at her. Her clit was deliciously sensitive, each lick making her just that much wilder against him.
She spread wide for him, letting him in, and he pushed against her, pushed her to fly.
“Mate!” The word was barked out as she clenched around his fingers, her heels digging
into his back.
He chuffed, so proud of her, so proud of Kody, too. He pushed his fingers in and out of
her, working her hard. She rode him desperately, her slick walls trembling around his fingers as he drove her wild.
So good. He was already in love with her. She just needed to let go.
She tugged at his hair. “Please. Please, in me. Hard. Mesa.”
“Now. Yes.” He slid up her body and kissed her mouth, aching to be in her. Her hand was
around his cock, guiding the tip into perfect fucking wet heat. Mesa pushed, slid inside her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.
Good. So good. He growled happily, hips starting to move, push inside her. He held her,
moving back and forth, his breath coming hard. She felt like heaven.
His.
His eyes rolled, and he saw Kody, watching, one hand moving on the long, hard cock.
He nodded, wanting his sweet lover with them, but knowing he and Sammy had to do this
one alone. Kody would get all the love he could bear soon. A wave of acceptance, love, lust,
need—they hit him at once, making him howl, making Sammy jerk, her eyes huge.
He tried to keep her with him, tried to remember to touch her clit, to keep her going. He
was going to come any second, though. She jerked, body clenched around him, her nails digging
into his shoulders.
“Sammy!” Mesa shot, his eyes wide open, staring into hers. He felt it, a click in his soul
as she opened to him. His female. His lady. Their Queen.
Thank God. His entire body knew it, and the last vestiges of his headache faded away.
He slumped down on Sammy, breathing hard, her arms wrapping around him.
Mesa nuzzled her throat, biting a tiny bit. His lady. His and Kody’s.
He knew it, now, balls deep.
Chapter Nine
He watched the road move under them. They were going to stop again, he knew it. Mesa
was tired and hungry; Sammy was restless, the wolf threatening.
Kody was going to die.
He hadn’t slept since they’d left LA, had focused all his energy, his power on what he
was meant to do—strengthening the bond between his Alphas.
He blinked hard, the shadows the clouds left behind looking like other wolves. Hunting
wolves. Hunting them.
Hunting his Alphas.
“Do you want to stop for a bit, baby?” Mesa sounded far away.
“Sure.” One more night, then a half day tomorrow. Then he was going to Granny’s and
getting a hug, he hoped. A hug and a
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