Page 107 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

Her gaze lifted to mine, offended and vulnerable at once. “Don’t make me choose like that.”

Lincoln’s hand slid over her stomach. “You don’t have to.”

“But now,” I said gently. “This moment.”

Her breath came faster.

She looked at Lincoln over her shoulder. He kissed her temple, then nodded toward me. “Start with him, love.”

The word start went through all three of us.

Mary nodded.

I guided my cock into her, inch by inch. Her mouth opened and no sound came out.

“Breathe,” Lincoln said.

Mary’s laugh shook. “I hate that advice.”

“Still correct.”

“Still alive.”

I smiled despite the strain in my body. “Are you all right?”

“If one of you asks me that again, I will write a formal complaint.”

“To whom?”

“The alpha department.”

Lincoln laughed into her hair.

Mary moved, and my vision narrowed. This was nothing like the heat. That had been urgency and relief, bodies trying to survive a biological storm. This was slower and far more dangerous. Mary above me, choosing each movement. Lincoln behind her, one arm around her waist, one hand on my shoulder because he needed the contact too. The three of us breathing in the same rhythm while rain tapped at the window.

Her body tightened around me.

I kept my pace restrained even when she lost hers.

“Hudson,” she whispered.

“I’ve got you.”

“I know.”

The words were the undoing because she believed them.

Lincoln’s fingers slid lower. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

Mary’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hide. “Where you know I need it.”

He made a sound that was almost painful, then he wrapped his arm around her front and touched her clit.

Her body bowed. I pulled her down to me, and she cried out against my mouth. Lincoln held her from behind, his hand moving between her thighs while I thrust up into her slowly, deeply.