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“What?” she shrugs. “He said it was a normal part of the process.”
“She’s really something, huh?” Micah says, meeting my eyes. “Guess it’s no wonder you’re bailing on the Angels.”
I just nod, trying to keep the desire at bay until we can make it home.
Chapter four
Aisling
Gunnar has given me a lot of firsts.
My whole time at Dreamland, I never had a true heat…and then I met Gunnar, got off suppressants, and experienced my first one. It was surreal, feeling him like that, wanting him filling me until the sensations subsided days later.
And this feeling, leaving the tattoo parlor and riding the metro back to our apartment with my pack on either side…?
It’s even more intense.
I try to breathe, the tattoo searing on my arm, Oberon’s hand on my right thigh and Gunnar’s arm wrapped around me from the other side. It would cause a scene if I touched them here—if I started jerking one of them off, if I climbed in their laps and rode them…
A muscle twitches in Gunnar’s sharp jaw.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he growls. “And when we get home…fuck, I’m gonna do all kinds of ungodly things to you.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation of what’s to come is almost too much to bear. Gunnar’s grip tightens on my arm, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. The scent of his skin, a mix of sweat and that distinct smell of pine, fills my nose.
I want his skin against mine, hard muscle on soft curves, slick body grinding, thrusting…
“Your scent is going to push me over the edge,” Oberon warns. “Keep those dirty thoughts to yourself.”
“I am,” I hiss.
“No you’re not,” Gunnar says. “We can both smell you and it’s driving us fucking crazy.”
Oberon shifts, his hand moving to stroke my thigh, his touch electric. I catch his gaze out of the corner of my eye and see the hunger there, the desire to claim me as his own.
I understand it, embrace it.
Because no matter how many times I’m bitten…no matter how many times they claim me…
…these men are mine.
Gunnar, Oberon, and I step out of the metro. The scent of the city clings to us, but it’s nothing compared to the scent of our desire for each other. Home is just a few blocks away, and with every step we take, the anticipation builds.
Waiting to touch them…to taste them, to take them.
As we approach our apartment building, I can’t help but glance at the two alpha males beside me. They look like warriors, ready to do battle for their mate. I know I’m theirs, but the thought of losing them to a war or a rival pack lingers in the back of my mind.
We reach our door, and I can feel the warmth of their bodies against mine. Gunnar takes the lead, unlocking the door and pulling us inside.
And then his hands are on my waist, yanking me in for a hard kiss.
“Come here,” he growls.
And I know what we’re doing for the rest of the night…maybe for the next few days.
As the door clicks shut behind us, we lose our minds. Gunnar’s tongue tangles with mine, hungry and possessive, while his hand roams down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing firmly. My lips part under his kiss, breathless and eager for more. I can feel Oberon’s hot breath against my neck as he nips softly at the skin there, sending shivers down my spine. His hand slides up my thighs, making its way underneath my skirt to cup me through my underwear. It’s rough and desperate, and it feels so good.
They’re both so needy, so hungry. The air is thick with their desire for me—it’s almost tangible, like a living thing. And I am theirs.
