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“Or maybe we all belong to one another,” Finton put in. “Now, if you’ll allow us to put you to bed, we can undress and join you.”
My breathing stopped. It was so real all of a sudden. I’d made the decision, but what if it didn’t go well? “I don’t have any experience with two men at once,” I said when I sucked in enough oxygen to create words. “Or even one.”
“We don’t care what came before,” Trace said, drawing back the covers and helping me to lie down. “Because nothing matters but what comes now.”
The two of them undressed quickly. They only wore T-shirts and jeans and socks. Nothing else, so it didn’t take long, and the shadowy room didn’t let me see nearly as much as I’d have liked to, but what I saw was stunning. I’d had a quick glance at Finton when he shifted that first day, and I’d helped bathe Trace, but it had been in my capacity as a healer.
This was different, and I murmured thanks to the Goddess for her gift to me of these two. They were handsome, strong, and every woman would be jealous of my good fortune, but I’d learned so much more about them in the short time I’d known them. Things that mattered more than good looks.
They were kind and funny and sweet to me. And their love for one another showed me what they were capable of. They’d been through hell and come out still who they were. Not resentful or laying blame despite the pain. And then they’d been subject to whatever it was as well. I would make sure we learned what happened to their people. People, humans mostly, were opening mines that had been shut down for a century in some cases, and that could lead to things like arsenic and other chemicals being released. Who knew what someone inexperienced could cause? When we could meet with the alphas, we’d come up with a plan.
But the men who lay down next to me, nude and beautiful and sporting erections I both feared my body could not handle and was dying to try, these men were my mates. My wolf was ecstatic that I’d finally accepted the fact, and so was I.
They kissed me, one at my lips while the other nibbled my earlobe or sucked on my throat. They caressed me with infinite patience, arousing me to a writhing, whimpering, being incapable of anything but accepting what they had to share with me.
Finally, Finton sat against the headboard and settled me on his lap. Trace knelt between my legs. He placed a palm on each of my thighs and studied me carefully. “You want this? You’re sure?”
“A-aren’t you?” Maybe they didn’t want me. My languorous arousal faded back a step. “I can go. I—”
“Sssh.” Finton spoke low in my ear. “We just want to make sure you want us as much as we want you. Being fated mates is a gift of the Goddess, but it is up to us if we choose to accept.”
“Yes, I do want to. I want everything being with the two of you means.”
Finton eased my head to the side then scraped his teeth over the vulnerable and sensitive place where my neck met my shoulder. He sucked some skin into his mouth and, just as Trace drove his cock into my body, Finton’s fangs pierced my throat. My eyes rolled back in my head at the rush of pain then pleasure. They rode me one after the other, Trace marking me while Finton was inside me. I orgasmed with each mark and, when each of them poured their cum into me. I clung to them, accepted their kisses and strokes, their whispered endearments and words that drove me high again, ready to tip off the edge of the world into darkness, but I didn’t want to miss a second of this.
When we lay panting together, I found my opportunity to mark them both. Not all females did that, but I wanted to. They already wore one another’s mark, and I wanted us all to have both of our mates’ marks.
When we’d found our spot for rest, one of my mates on either side of me an arm under my shoulders and their already half-hard-again cocks against my thighs, Finton pulled the covers over us all. We’d done it, made choices and accepted the gifts of the Goddess, and now it was time to see how we grew together into a trio and then, if we were granted even more grace, a family.
My little cabin was filled to the rafters with love, and, if I cried a little, it wasn’t out of sadness but rather a deep joy and gratitude.
