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It’s a lot happening really fast considering I only met these men hours ago, but there’s no denying the pure want twisting up my insides.
“I bet under these panties you have the prettiest pus—”
Mason jerks back and stares down at me, wild-eyed. Ian startles and stops mid-word. “We didn’t ask for an available cabin,” Mason blurts out. My hazy brain struggles to catch up with him suddenly slamming on the brakes. He continues on, his face scrunching with a grimace as he forces the words out. “We didn’t even get all the way to the rental booth. We turned around and came back andlied.” The last word seems particularly painful for him to get out.
“You lied?” My brain slowly catches up, painfully aware that we’re having this conversation while Mason is half on top of me and Ian is inches away from finding out how wet I am before anyone has even really touched me. I clear my throat and try to focus. “Why would you lie about that?”
Am I mad about it? I can’t even think clearly enough to decide.
“I didn’t want you staying anywhere else,” he admits with a bitter chuckle.
My wolf melts. Sonot madthen. I shake my head and grab him by the shirt collar to drag him back to me. “It’s not the worst betrayal I’ve faced in the past twenty-four hours,” I mutter.
A frown twists his plush lips so I kiss him again before he can ask for details. I go all in, kissing him hard as our tongues tangle and teeth clash. I need the distraction that they’re offering me.
We’ll talk things out tomorrow,I tell them across mind link before shutting down and blocking my connection. Mason gives a frustrated little growl at the back of his throat, but he doesn’t break the kiss.
Ian is still frozen at my legs. “I’m normally the one who can’t keep a secret.” He huffs out a laugh. “Is it safe to continue now, or what? Because, Quinn, baby, I want to crawl between these legs and taste you something awful.”
A shiver works its way up my spine.Yes.My wolf breaks through the mental block, completely uninterested in my opinion on the matter.
Ian groans his appreciation as he yanks my panties down my legs, exposing my bare flesh to him. The second they’re off my feet, his weight shifts on the bed as he moves his entire body between my legs. His shoulders force my legs to spread to accommodate him. For a second, I feel painfully vulnerable, but then my wolf tunes me into the feel of Mason’s heartbeat against my ribs.
His heart is beating more erratically than my own, and it’s clear that I’m not the only one feeling unsettled.
I slowly relax, my knees drifting further apart as Ian takes his sweet time running his hands up the inside of my thighs. “That’s a good girl,” Ian hums, leaning in to kiss the inside of my thigh. “Look at how perfect you are.”
I wiggle impatiently on the bed. I don’t even have the experience to know what exactly I need, but I know if he doesn’t touch me in the next six seconds or so, I might fully combust.
Mason pulls a hair’s width away from my mouth. “Stop teasing her,” he growls.
“Ah, matching impatience I see.” Ian huffs out a laugh, his breath caressing me, making me all the more desperate for him.
I curl my toes restlessly against the mussed-up sheets on the bed. It’s hard to believe I was tired before the three of us wound up in this bed together. Sleep is the furthest thing from my mind now.
Ian presses his thumb to the apex of my thighs, groaning when he finds how slick and ready I am for him. “You have no idea what you’re missing, Mason.”
“I’m not missing anything,” Mason says, dropping his head to my neck. For one heart-stopping moment, I think he’s going to mark me before any of us have even discussed it. I know that’s how most wolves handle meeting their mate—marking as soon as possible—but I’m feeling far too vulnerable for that. I want toknowthem first, despite how recklessly we’ve fallen into bed together.
But I’m worried for nothing because Mason kisses the sensitive flesh below my ear, careful not to stray much further as he nips my skin with his teeth.
It becomes hard to focus as Mason sucks at the skin by my ear, no doubt leaving a hickey that’s going to lay his claim to me as much as he can without marking me properly. A whole host of odd sounds work their way out of my throat, and Ian uses the distraction to hook his index finger inside of me.
“You’re tight,” he comments, and I glance down to see him frowning. He looks up to meet my eyes, and I see the question in them.
I shake my head. No. I’ve definitely never done this before.
Thankfully, he doesn’t comment any further. I prefer not to have an intermission to discuss the state of my virginity right this second. Besides, we’re still a long way from me offering that up on a silver platter. Fooling around is one thing, but sex is too intimate for strangers.
I’m doing a really good job pretendingthispart of sex isn’t. Though the argument becomes less convincing when Ian leans in and runs his tongue along the length of my slit, humming with pleasure as my legs quiver around him.
I’m wound so tight already that I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my hands to fist the quilt on the bed, trying to hold off the tension coiling low in my abdomen.
My attempts seem hopeless the moment Mason moves his lips slightly down my neck, sweeping his tongue over the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. The spot where a mate marks their bond.
In the same moment, Ian sucks at my clit with only a hint of teeth.
I moan helplessly, heels digging into the bed as I struggle not to close my legs in on Ian’s body. He squeezes my thigh with one hand as he alternates between sucking my sensitive clit and licking up the cream that gushes from my body while tears form at the corners of my eyes.
