Page 70 of Binding His Fated Mates

“Smart bastards,” Hunter growled, kicking off his boots the moment we were through the door. His hair was damp with dew and his clothes were mud-streaked. “Splitting up like that…”

He shook his head.

“They must have somehow figured out that we’re using a locator spell to track them. Which means they’re learning our patterns,” Lee said. His tone was more even, but he was clearly just as frustrated as Hunter. He set the blessed iron blade he’d been carrying on the kitchen table. “We’ll need to change our approach.” He sighed. “That probably means another tactical planning session with Harris.”

“After a full shift at the bar,” Hunter groaned. “We don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

“We don’t get paid at all,” Lee reminded him.

It was true—the pack had a communal bank account. The money we raised from the bar was equally available to everyone, but it mostly went toward food and keeping the lights on. Though Reed and Harris didn’t mind if we allowed ourselves a few indulgences every now and then.

But I didn’t miss the fact that my wolves were pent up and frustrated by how the night had gone. I wasn’t exactly pleased, either. Plus, I had way too much on my mind. The monsters, the reversal spell, the fact that things were going impossibly well with Hunter and Lee, even though I was keeping this huge thing from them… a ten-thousand-pound gorilla of a secret that I wasn’t yet brave enough to speak aloud.

Yeah, a distraction was very much in order.

I made the conscious choice to banish my dark thoughts as far as I possibly could into the furthest corners of my mind. Then I walked over to the bed and stripped down to my underwear. “I guess sleep isn’t the worst thing in the world,” I said innocently, grinning at them brightly over my shoulder.

Then my breath caught in my throat.

Both of my wolves were looking at my nearly naked body with identical expressions of hunger and need.

Hunter crossed the cabin, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me. It was hard and hungry.

“Missed you,” he breathed, when he pulled back, his eyes searching mine.

Lee joined us. In the time Hunter had been kissing me, he’d already undressed, his cock fully hard. He pulled me in for a kiss as well—rough and full of want, just like his twin.

While he kissed me, Hunter pulled my underwear down. He dropped to his knees and gripped my ass cheeks with both hands. Then I felt the warmth of his tongue, laving against my entrance, spearing into me, softening me for them.

I gasped and would’ve pitched forward, except that Lee caught me by the shoulders.

A need tore through me, so acute it bordered on panic. A desperation to feel them, solid and real and here. Both of them.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, when Lee pulled back. “Please.”

Hunter stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. He crossed to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. He undid his jeans and pulled them down, getting naked, then returned to his position behind me. I heard him pop open the cap on the lube.

Lee cupped my face with his hand, his gaze intent on mine. “Love you,” he murmured, his eyes blazing with emotion. “I love you so fucking much, Daniel.”

Then he dropped to his knees and took me between his lips.

I let out another gasp as the blissful wet heat of his mouth enveloped my aching cock.

In the same moment, I felt Hunter’s fingers on my hole, slicking me up.

As Lee took me all the way down to the base, Hunter slid one finger into me. The combined sensation of my cock down Lee’s throat while Hunter played with my entrance was overwhelming. I let out a cry of pure need.

Hunter slid another finger into me. “You’re being so good,” he breathed. “God, you’re so warm and tight.”

Lee pulled off me and climbed onto the bed, on his knees. He was hard and precum was beading on his tip.

Hunter slid a third finger into me as I bent over, steadying myself with my hands on either side of Lee’s body, my fingers biting into the bedding. Then I took him into my mouth, letting his cock muffle the sound of my moan at the delicious stretch of Hunter’s fingers deep inside me.

Lee let out a satisfied groan, holding still so I could service him.

Then Hunter removed his fingers. “Ready?”

I pulled off long enough to say, “Fuck me, Hunter. Please.”