Page 45 of Fighting Her Wolves


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“Tell Kerian how good he makes you feel.”

“Kerian, it feels so good,” I whimper. “Please.”

“I want you to come, darlin’,” Kerian says as he licks my nipple. “Show us how good we make you feel.”

He switches to my other breast, his hands and mouth constantly moving, sucking, and pinching. As River speeds up, my breath comes out harshly, his fingers gliding and rubbing. The pressure builds, growing unbearable in its intensity.

I throw my head back, my back leaving the bed, crying out as I come all over his hand. I fall back limply, euphoric. My hearing is muffled, praise from my wolves coming to me as if I’m in a tunnel. The cuffs come off my hands and are lovingly rubbed. My heavy eyes try to focus as they lay on either side of me. They stay silent as I catch my breath and my heartbeat steadies.

I lift my hands and caress down their chests. I love being between them.

“I want to touch you,” I say, looking from one to the other.

“This was all about you, darlin’,” Kerian protests.

“We can wait,” River says.

“It looks like that is painful; we really should take care of it,” I say. I appreciate them thinking of me, but I want to see them explode. “Please, can I touch your cocks?” I beg, knowing they won’t be able to resist my plea.

They quickly unbutton their pants and show me what I want to see. Is this normal for wolves? I look at them, shocked. I have seen my fair share of them, but none compare. My toy seems so small after seeing them.

I slide my hands down and encircle them—soft and steel. I stroke them both, creating a rhythm, up and down, my thumb glancing over the tip, taking pleasure from seeing theirs. Kerian turns my head, takes my mouth, kissing me deeply. River places a kiss over my shoulder and down, finally sucking my nipple.

Their harsh breathing fills the room.

I keep my hands steadily moving as they switch places. River takes my mouth as Kerian goes back to my breasts. Over and over. Their hips start to move, filling my hands.

“Fuck, cupcake,” River groans.

“I’m going to come,” Kerian growls.

“Come on me,” I say. Their hips jerk in shock.

“What?” Kerian asks, his eyes wide and dark.

“Please, come on me. You wanted to mark me; this is the one way you can do it now.” I don’t know why, but I’m desperate for them to do it.

“Holy fuck,” River howls.

They both move close, putting their hands over mine, squeezing harshly. They shout as they cover my stomach with their come. River rubs as much as he can into my skin using his hand. What should feel dirty and weird feels so freaking right. At this moment, I desperately want to belong to them. Their harsh breathing eases while they lay beside me in silence. River rests his head on my shoulder, lazily running his finger over my skin.

Kerian reluctantly gets a towel to clean me off. I pull a shirt from my drawer when a loud beeping noise fills the room.

“Shit,” River says. “Someone broke the perimeter.” He turns to me. “Get dressed; someone that wasn’t invited broke through our security.”

What a fucking way to ruin a moment.

Chapter Thirteen

River

I race down the stairs, intent on killing whoever decided to break in and interrupt our time with our mate. I was hoping to persuade her to let us sleep in her bed, maybe wake her up by eating her pretty pussy. No such luck now; they fucked up my moment.

I freeze at the bottom of the stairs when I recognize the scent coming through the door—the dragon, fire, and wood.

Shit, now I can’t kill him. I could just take a swing at him.

Kerian comes to a stop behind me, followed by Ava. Kerian gives me a questioning look, wondering why my urgency disappeared. I roll my eyes and wait as the door opens and Bishop, who walked through the fire with me, comes in.

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