Page 91 of Fighting Her Wolves


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“Holy shit,” River says. He walks further into the room.

“Fuck, darlin’,” I growl.

Our beautiful mate is spread out on the bed, in my cuffs, ready for us. I was not expecting this to be the vision I came home to. We had a good time with the guys, rehashing the past few days' events and taking advice about our mate. We were having a hard time being away from Ava, though. We just got her back and didn’t want to leave her for too long. Her reluctant excitement at seeing her friends convinced us to give her some time away from us.

I thought we would be home much later to a drunk Ava. I was looking forward to sleeping beside her another night, whether she was passed out or not. Ryker answered his phone, talked to Serenity, and told us to go home. The girls’ night was over. Ava was tired.

She doesn’t look tired. She looks tempting.

She’s wearing River’s shirt from our date night. Her delicate wrists are cupped in my cuffs. Her cinnamon scent reaches out to us, more potent because of her arousal.

River and I have never talked about our preferences in the bedroom. Why would we? We instinctively know we are dominant men. It comes naturally to me being an Alpha. River is just as assertive. We’ve never shared a woman. The two of us together could cause a woman to be hesitant to play with us. Ava seems to revel in our attention. She sees nothing wrong with the things we enjoy. I have no problem letting a woman lead, but my wolf and I like to be the aggressor.

“Look at our mate,” I say. I walk to the side of the bed and look down at her. “What a pretty present she is.”

River goes to the opposite side of the bed. His eyes wander over her. “I would love to come home to this every day.”

“Did you have fun with the girls, darlin’?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies.

“Did they come up with this?” I say as I wave my hand over her. I can imagine the conversation that led to cuffing her.

“No, they had other ideas. I decided on the cuffs.”

“You knew what we would want,” I state, proud of her.

She nods her head once.

“Good girl,” I say gruffly. “You want us and the bond to be complete?” I have to be entirely sure of her intentions. If she wants a fun night, we can give it to her, but she has to tell me if she wants it all.

“When I was out there, at first, I was grateful I wasn’t a shifter. If I were, they would have put a collar on me. But as the hours passed, I wished I could heal myself, move faster, and be part of the group. Seeing the demented men having fun, terrorizing shifters who did nothing but be who they are, was sick. I had time to think in that forest while I was shoving the reasons I was there away. I’ve been fighting the wrong thing this whole time. I’ve been fighting the reality that I am your mate. I’ve been fighting the connection I feel towards you both. I’ve been fighting for my independence and control over my life. My brother and all the hunters have shown me being human isn’t what I want anymore. You both have shown me what good men you are.” She looks at both of us. “I want the bond,” she says firmly.

I smell her excitement. “If at any time you change your mind, say it. We will stop. We can reevaluate and then move on. But once our teeth are in your skin, there's no turning back,” I explained sternly.

“I understand. I won’t stop,” she assures me.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” River asks.

“Yeah.”

“It looks good on you. Are you wearing anything underneath it?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

“No,” she whispers.

“Hmmm, naughty cupcake,” River hums. “I should check, just to be sure.”

As one, we sit on the sides of the bed, looking down at her. It satisfies me to see her squirm as River slowly unbuttons the shirt. Her breath shudders when he pulls the shirt apart, baring her silky skin. I run my finger along the edge, nudging the shirt around her breast, so it falls to her side. River does the same. Her skin pebbles, and nipples harden when we unveil her beautiful body to our hungry gaze.

“Do you like having two men touch you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“We should give her more,” River suggests.

“I agree,” I growl.

I put one arm on the bed by her head to brace myself and kiss her. I suck on her tongue, pulling gently, and nip at her lips. River takes my place when I pull back, his position on the bed mirroring mine. We hover over her breasts, watching her heavy breathing and her eyes heat. Totally in sync, we lower our heads and lick her nipples. She sucks in and rattles the chain, instinctively wanting to hold our heads to her breasts.

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