Tempted (Two Marks 1)

“Someday,” Wade vowed.

God, they wanted it all with me. It was real.

“Bare, then,” Landry said, rolling my hips into him.

I nodded, squirming. “Yes. Bare. Nothing between us.”

He lifted me up and notched the broad crown at my entrance, then lowered me down. I was wet. They didn’t test me to see, but I knew they could smell my arousal. I was dripping with it, which meant I slid right down onto him.

“Yes!” I cried, feeling full.

Wade’s hands came from behind and he tugged at my nipples, sucked at my neck.

I was right where I wanted to be. Between my men. With them. We were together. Nothing would tear us apart now.

LANDRY

Fuck, she felt incredible. I’d been aching to get in her again. Felt like I was dying without her. But it wasn’t just her pussy my wolf and I had craved. It had been the smart, gorgeous, sassy woman who’d captured our hearts.

She was driven to wolves somehow. It had been her goal and the focus of her life. She hadn’t understood it before, but now she did. Perhaps she’d been fated to be here in West Springs, but she was ours.

I thrust up, filling her again, feeling her walls ripple around me. She felt so good, her scent swirling around us. Consuming us.

It would always be like this. Too much. Too intense.

I wasn’t going to last. My cum had made my balls ache for days, and now that I was in her, there was nothing that could stop me from filling her up, getting my scent not only beneath her skin with my bite, but in her pussy, marking her as mine.

I reached between us and brushed her clit, which was hard and swollen. “Come with me, sugar,” I breathed.

Perhaps she was just as needy as I was, or she needed the command in my words to be set free.

She clamped down on me and screamed my name.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, watching her come for as long as I could, then thrust deep and went blind with my own pleasure.

Spurts of cum shot from me, coated her, filled her. Overflowed.

Like my heart. It would always be too much. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

WADE

I watched our mate come as Landry fucked her. It was the most beautiful sight, something I’d never tire of seeing. Our female being satisfied between us.

I knew, though, that Landry couldn’t support her any longer. I scooped her up, and laid her out on the bed, her hair fanning out around her on the pillow. Fuck, she was beautiful. And all ours.

“Sugar.” I settled down on top of her. I was propped up on my forearms so as not to give her too much of my weight.

She blinked her eyes open and gave me a soft smile.

“More,” she murmured.

I grinned, then kissed her. She opened her thighs, allowed me to nestle my hips between them. I gave her what she wanted. More.

Between Landry’s cum and her juices, she was slippery as hell, and I filled her in one easy thrust.

Her back arched. Before I took her the way my wolf and I wanted, I stroked her hair, got her to meet my gaze. Hers was lust-filled and sated.

“We haven’t said the words, but we love you.”

Landry had recovered enough to settle beside us, his back propped up against the headboard to watch. “We sure as fuck do.”

She looked from him to me. “I… I love you, too.” She licked her lips, and I groaned. “Please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips into me.

“You’re everything,” I said, then thrust deep.

Fuck. Fuck. She was incredible. As I gave her the pleasure she craved, satisfying her with not one but two orgasms, I knew we were home.

I’d lived in this house my entire life. My parents and grandparents and generations before had lived and loved here. But I’d never understood truly what it could be like until now.

Until Caitlyn.

Until she tempted us, body and soul.

Epilogue

CAITLYN

A week later, Shelby threw her arms around me and gave me a squeeze. “Hey, girl!” We’d just arrived at Gibson’s place for my welcome-to-the-pack barbecue. Gibson, Ben and Shelby’s place, I should say. I was still getting used to the threesome thing in West Springs, including my own.

Which had been incredible to say the least. Days of being pampered with orgasms, constant attention, home-cooked food, and dominant men.

“Caitlyn, thank you for your help in getting the trackers out of the wolves.” Gibson came forward to greet me, too.

I flushed, still devastated over my role in that. This was the first time I’d seen Gibson since he’d driven up with the dead wolf. “Thank you—you’re the ones who removed them all. I would’ve gone out myself, and—”

“The hell you would,” Landry rumbled, giving my ass a warning squeeze from behind and nibbling my ear. I’d learned just how protective my mates were this week. And how much they enjoyed punishing my little transgressions when they felt I’d strayed.