Page 44 of Talk Howly to Me

This is really happening.

But this wasn't a mistake, or an impulse, or a dangerous fantasy. It was the culmination of a lifetime of searching. Every foster home that hadn't stuck, every job that hadn't lasted, every fight that had only been about survival—they had all been leading her here, to this bed, to these two men, to this moment.

To her future.

Ronan's mouth claimed hers with a passion that felt like a dam breaking. His kiss wasn't gentle or tentative; it was a declaration, fierce and possessive, tasting of cedar and wildness and a promise of forever. At the same moment, Kozue's weight settled over her lower body, his lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck before trailing lower. When his mouth finally closed over one hardened nipple, the dual sensation was so overwhelming her back arched clear off the bed, and a cry of pure pleasure tore from her throat, muffled by Ronan's consuming kiss.

Then her world narrowed to points of exquisite sensation: the slick, demanding heat of Ronan's tongue tangling with hers, and the sweet, sucking pull of Kozue's mouth on her breasts. Her body became a live wire, every nerve ending screaming with a rightness that defied all logic. She kissed Ronan back with equal ferocity, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.

Just as she was melting into the dizzying rhythm, they switched. Ronan broke the kiss, his blue eyes dark and stormy as he moved to replace Kozue at her breasts. His approach was different—less teasing, more commanding. His tongue swirled with possessive intent, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh with a delicious edge of danger that made her moan. Meanwhile, Kozue's mouth began a slow, worshipful journey down the plane of her stomach, his lips and tongue tracing every scar, every curve, as if memorizing a sacred map.

"So perfect," Kozue murmured against her skin, the vibration shooting straight to her core.

She loved their differences. Ronan's fierce claiming, Kozue's reverent exploration—they weren't competing; they were complementing. They were giving her an experience so complete, so utterly satisfying, she wondered how she'd ever thought she could be whole with just one man.

This was what she'd been missing. This was what she'd always needed.

Then Kozue's head dipped between her thighs, and his tongue found her most sensitive flesh. But he didn't tease there. He licked with firm, knowing pressure, finding a rhythm that had her hips bucking off the bed. Ronan's mouth on her breast became more insistent, matching that rhythm. The dual assault was too much, too perfect, and pleasure coiled tight in her belly, a spring wound to its breaking point.

I'm going to come too fast.

The thought was a warning bell. It was incredible, but it wasn't what she wanted. The completion she craved was deeper than physical release. She wanted the triad mate bond. She wanted them both, completely.

With a strength born of sheer will, she pushed gently at Ronan's shoulders and gave a soft sound that made Kozue pause and look up.

"Wait," she breathed, her voice rough with need. "I want… I want to complete the bond. Now."

The air in the room seemed to crystallize. Ronan lifted his head, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, and Kozue slowly rose from between her legs, his eyes searching hers.

Then Ronan nodded, and he shifted his weight, rolling onto his back beside her on the wide bed. "Then get on top of me," he said, his deep voice a graveled command. "Kozue will take you from behind. Like I said, the mate marks have to be made at the exact same moment, and we have to be joined together."

The logistics settled in her mind, clear and undeniable. A flicker of old anxiety tried to surface—you've never done this—but it was drowned out by a surge of thrilling certainty. This wasn't just sex; this was a homecoming. A claiming. A ritual as old as their kind.

Sloane moved without hesitation, swinging a leg over Ronan's hips to straddle him. His hard cock pressed against her inner thigh, a stark promise of what was to come, and she braced her hands on his solid chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. Then she reached down between their bodies, her fingers wrapping around his thick cock. He was so hot and heavy in her grip as she guided him to her slick, waiting entrance, and her gaze locked on those piercing blue eyes that blazed with a possessiveness that should have scared her but instead made her feel fiercely, irrevocably wanted.

Then she sank down onto him, a delicious burn that made her gasp as he filled her inch by perfect inch. She took him slowly, letting her body adjust to his impressive girth, savoring the sensation of being stretched so completely by the man beneath her. When he was seated fully to the hilt, she paused, her head tipping back on a loud, ragged moan of pure satisfaction.

But as her head fell back—it found not empty air, but the solid warmth of Kozue's shoulder. He was already there, positioned behind her on the bed, his body cradling hers.

Then his lips brushed the shell of her ear, his breath warm. "Are you ready for me too?" His voice was rough, threaded with a need that mirrored her own.

The question wasn't just logistical; it was a final check-in, a last chance to change her mind.

"Yes," she breathed out, the word less an answer and more a desperate plea.

She leaned forward, pressing her torso against Ronan's chest, and his arms came around her immediately, locking her in a secure embrace. The movement shifted her hips, opening her further to the man behind her. Suddenly, she felt the blunt pressure of Kozue's cock at her other entrance. Ronan's hand slid from her back to tangle in her hair, his grip gentle but firm, anchoring her as Kozue began to push forward.

He went slowly, maddeningly so, giving her body time to stretch and accommodate this new, impossible fullness. The sensation was overwhelmingly intense—a dual penetration so profound it short-circuited every thought in her head. Pleasure, sharp and bright, spiked through her core, and an orgasm already trembled on the edge of her awareness, threatening to shatter her before this even truly began.

Not yet. Wait for the mark.

She clung to that thought, clenching her teeth as her inner muscles fluttered wildly around both men.

"Move now," she managed to gasp against Ronan's neck. "Before I lose control."

Ronan needed no further urging. He drove up into her with powerful thrusts that stole her breath. Behind her, Kozue drove into her with his own powerful thrusts, sliding impossibly deep. They found a rhythm almost instantly, a synchronized push and pull that created a relentless, swirling friction inside her.

But Sloane didn't just lie there and take it. She met them thrust for thrust, riding Ronan while pushing back against Kozue, her body moving in a primal dance that felt as natural as breathing. The triad mate bond, once a faint hum, was now a blazing current connecting all three of them. She could feel the edges of their pleasure—Ronan's fierce, controlled intensity, Kozue's warmer, deeper devotion—amplifying her own until she was burning up from the inside. Her climax soon gathered force, a tsunami building in the depths of her body.