“Josie,” Diesel said, “I like you like this.”
We got to their home and they led me in, through the living room and on down a hallway, upstairs and into a large bedroom.
“You still sure?” Carver asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “It’s all your free choice, mate.”
“So sure.” I tipped my face up for his kiss. “Never surer of anything in my whole life.” His lips descended on mine, teasing, sweet, and then deepening.
One by one, they kissed me then undressed me, together, one piece of clothing at a time, everything feeling like a dream as their hands touched me. All of them. And it wasn’t strange. It was anything but. Exciting but familiar. Sensual. The room was dim, although it was full daylight outside, and I let them lay me down on the bed.
Their admiring gazes made me feel beautiful, and I preened while watching them undress. All mine? Fate had granted me these three handsome, males? And, more important, they were good people, kind, loving, and they used their money to care for those who had nothing. To protect the weak and the hurt. And that was the sexiest thing on earth.
Not that their hard, muscular bodies weren’t. They all joined me on the bed and returned to kissing me again, but now their lips were traveling beyond mine, exploring my body, awakening me.
I’d never even been kissed before, but as they touched me, I craved more, wanted connection, wanted whatever they couldgive me. I reached out and Aries pulled me close. His manhood bumped my thigh, and then he was touching me and arousing me further. “Are you ready, little mate?”
I nodded, beyond words, feeling the pressure of his cockhead at my core, pushing stretching then penetrating. A sharp sting then nothing but pleasure as he moved within me. The others were still kissing and caressing. Every moment was a revelation, a tension building inside me and then exploding. I tugged him down to me and sank my teeth into his skin. Not all shifter females marked their mates, but I did. Mine. Always mine. His knot swelled, binding us together. When he rolled aside, Carver took his place and then Diesel. Each of them different, but also in some intrinsic way the same. They were mine. I loved them, and any female who saw them would see the marks I made on the sides of their necks.
We slept a little then did it all again. A few times. I might not be able to walk the next day, but I could sense their wolves. Hear them a little, and we were mated. The future glowed ahead of us. Fate smiled on me. I vowed to be the best mate ever to these three males. They deserved it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Diesel
My wolf dragged me from the depths of sleep. Our mate needed something. I stirred, feeling her next to me. Last night had been incredible. She accepted us as her mates and, even though none of our mating had gone to plan, she was ours.
She could’ve walked away. Told us to go to hell.
Hungry mate. Sore mate. Hungry mate.
Demanding beast.
I opened my eyes to see Josie looking at me. She and I faced each other. Aries was pressed against her back. Carver had his head on her hip and his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. We would have to get a bigger bed. “Morning, Josie,” I whispered and leaned forward to capture her lips. They were pouty this morning, still rosy and plump from being used the night before and several times before dawn.
She mewled into my mouth and reached for the hair at the back of my neck, filling my skin with goose bumps. “Good morning, Diesel.”
“You’re hungry and sore. Which shall we take care of first?”
Josie cringed, moving a bit. “Oh, I am sore. Can we take care of that first?”
Aries was awake now and pressing kisses to her naked back. Carver woke shortly after, and soon, her entire body was being paid attention to. I moved to nibble at her neck and she giggled. “Guys, I love this but I really am aching.”
Every mouth stopped. Aries got out of bed and threw on some pants. “I’m gonna run a hot bath with Epsom salts.”
Carver playfully bit her leg. She giggled. Noted. “I’ll get you some pain reliever and get you something to wear and throw a towel into the warmer.”
I guessed I was on breakfast duty. Not where I wanted to be, away from her, but my wolf demanded we feed our female.
Since the three of us were on different shifts with the club, the motel, and the laundromat always needing time from us, it had been ages since we shared a meal together. I made a promise to myself that we would share meals as a pack. It was important for Josie and for all of us. Bonding over food was for shifters, like breathing.
I threw together a breakfast fit for a queen. Cooking wasn’t really my forte, but I could scramble eggs and heat up things like a pro. Coffee brewed while I set the table and listened for Josie. My wolf was constantly listening for her now. Paying attention to the subtle shifts in her scent. Noticing the scrunch of her nose and when she bit down on her bottom lip.
I lifted my head from scrambling the eggs as I heard her get out of the tub. From what I could tell, Carver and Aries hadn’t let her lift a finger and had washed her head to toe. She moaned at the warm towel and then the three of them padded into the kitchen on bare feet.
“It smells good in here,” she said.
“Take a seat.” I chuckled. “I don’t even know how you take your coffee.”
“Hey,” she said, taking my hand in hers. “Why are you nervous? It’s just breakfast.”
