My voice shakes with the weight of my fear, of my sheer fucking need for her, rumbling through every syllable. “What about what everyone said? You heard what I’m like. How could you want me?”
She snarls, looking surprisingly feral for such a sweet thing. “If you think for one second I care what those small-minded elders said about you, true or not, you’re dumber than you are pretty.”
I cough a laugh. Leave it to Mona to insult me while praising me. I shake my head. “If we do this, Mona, that’s it. I’m not like your other mates. I’m intense. Obsessive. You won’t ever be free of me. Be sure, Mona. Please be sure. Because if you let me have you, you can’t take it back, okay? You can't take it back.” My voice cracks on the last words.
She sobs into my neck. Like that last time, the end of her heat. Like the desperation between us is as mutual, as aching for her as it is for me.
“I’m yours, Silas. All yours. And you’re fuckingmine.”
Gripping her hair, I yank her head back. My teeth elongate, I feel fucking wild. I wasn’t expecting this. Not right now, not yet.
But I don’t think I can let the moment go without claiming her. Truly, without hesitation. Mona’s eyes blaze into mine. Arctic blue, crystal clear—not like the blackout haze of her heat. She’s here, all the way. And with her eyes, she’s pleading with me not to back down or leave.
My lips crash to hers and I swallow her cries. Her tears wipe against my cheeks, and suddenly, her hands are clawing at my shirt. My palms grip her ass cheeks, and I press her into my erection.
She grips my wrist and guides my hand between her legs. Desperate, a little unhinged, she’s acting on pure instinct. I slip my hand down the front of her pajama pants. My fingers graze her clit and she lets out a sharp moan.
But I’m not gentle, and I don’t stop there. My fingers plunge deeper, hooking into her core. Gripping her pussy with my whole palm, I shake her. “Mine,” I growl.
“Ours,” Grayson corrects, and I almost forgot they were still here. He drops to his knees beside us and begins pulling off her pants. With some maneuvering, we get Mona naked, but she’s still clinging to me. Through her bond, I can feel her fear. She’s terrified I’m going to change my mind and leave her.
I’m accustomed to shame, but it hits differently this time.
I release the tight, muted control I had over our bond and let her feel me.
The connection is instant. She lights up with joy, and it washes over everything else. She’s not running scared when I allow her to feel how much I need her.
I keep working her pussy, thrusting my fingers in and out, easier without her pants on. Orion pulls off her shirt and the moment her beautiful tits are free, my mouth descends. I suck on one nipple, then pull my wet fingers from her core and pinch the other.
“Please, alphas. I’m ready. I need you. All of you.” There’s a flicker of something dark along the bond, and I can nearly see Ghost in her mind. She’s projecting.
I grip her chin. “That isn’t about you.”
She tries to pull away, look down, avoid the topic, but I force her to see me, to hear me. “He isn’t like me. His reasons are different. Give him time. But just know that it isn’t about you, okay?”
I can feel Grayson and Orion’s questioning glare, but Mona and I don’t explain.
Her lips pout, and she slowly nods her head. I take her lips with mine, slower, no less graphic. I lick and bite. I devour.
Mona tugs at my shirt. I let her pull it off, then work the button on my jeans. She shoves them down once I get them tomy knees, and then she’s on me again. The need for her rides up my spine.
An expert, now, she grips my knot and squeezes tight. I let out a sharp hiss. “Fuuuck.”
“Mine,” she says. Then she tilts her head back and looks at Grayson and Orion. “Show me how to share, mates.”
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Chapter 18: Mona
Alow, rumbling growl comes from Grayson. He rips off his shirt, but Orion stays back.
“Such a small body to fit three alpha males,” Grayson taunts from behind me.
I grin, running my hands over Silas’s chest. Smooth in some places. Textured with scars in others. Tattoos, some ruined. He doesn’t flinch, though, and his attention is locked solely on me.
I can feel his nerves. He’s trying to hide it, but he opened up for me, let me read him through the bond, and it’s all right there. You’d never know it looking at him. He’s the most mischievous man I’ve ever met.
Smirking, a scar through his brow, shaved head. He uses a knife to shave, I watched him do it after we left the cabin and stopped at a rest stop to clean up. It was very manly and over the top.
