Dark Wolf (Claimed by Wolves 3)

With his arms wrapped around me, I glance over my shoulder to the place where Ridge, Trystan, and Dare are gathered a short distance from the fire.

All three men are just as naked as Archer and I are.

All of them are watching us.

And all of them are hard.

A little thrill runs through me, a bolt of arousal and excitement that shoots through my veins and seems to end directly in my clit. My core clenches, tightening and releasing as if I’m already imagining what it would be like to have one of my mates inside me. Archer is hard too, his cock pressing against my belly as he chuckles softly.

With two fingers on my jaw, he turns me back around to face him. The low firelight dances in his beautiful moss-green eyes, and he drags his lower lip between his teeth as he holds my gaze.

“They like what they see,” he tells me softly, something heated and possessive in his voice. “Should we give them more?”

I nod, my clit already throbbing lightly in anticipation as I try to guess what he has in mind.

Whatever it is, though, I know I want it.

His smile widens, and he drops his head to kiss me again. This time, there’s no slow warmup, no build into it. I gasp into his mouth as he slants his lips over mine, devouring me with hot, demanding movements of his tongue. My whole body reacts, and when he drags his mouth away from mine after a moment, I let out a sound that’s half whine and half whimper.

He laughs softly again, and I decide I love that sound—the noise Archer makes when he’s happy and turned on.

And he makes up for stealing his kiss from me by pressing his lips to my jaw and neck, working them down the column of my throat. His hands splay across my back, supporting my weight as he leans me backward.

My spine arches, my nipples peaking in the cool air as I present my breasts to him like a feast. He growls against my skin, dropping his head even lower until his tongue darts out to flick over one of my hardened nipples.

“Oh!”

The soft cry spills from my lips before I can stop it, and as Archer tilts my upper body back even farther, I get an upside-down view of the three men standing a few yards away from us. Even from this vantage point, they’re beautiful.

All three of them have their fists wrapped around their cocks, their expressions full of naked desire as they watch Archer slowly draw my nipple into his mouth. My breath picks up, my chest rising and falling faster as he swirls his tongue around my hard bud.

Trystan lets out a low groan, gliding his broad thumb around the head of his cock as his gaze stays fixed on us. He strokes up and down his shaft as Archer switches to my other nipple, drawing a full body shudder out of me.

“Fuck, little wolf.” Ridge’s voice is like sandpaper. “You’re killing me.”

As if to punctuate his friend’s words, Archer flicks my nipple with his tongue, making me jerk in his grasp. I laugh breathlessly, reaching over my head to gesture my other mates closer.

I know Ridge didn’t mean it literally, but the truth is, I want them all near me. As much as I love putting on this show for them by letting them watch Archer kiss me and tease me, I want to feel their lips and hands on me too.

None of them hesitate, striding over to gather around us. Ridge kneels behind me, and Archer releases his hold on me as the honey-eyed alpha takes over the task of supporting my weight. My head rests on his shoulder, one arm sliding up to wrap around his neck, as Archer glides his palms over my stomach and hips.

Dare and Trystan end up on either side of me, and as if he can’t stand to wait another second, Dare’s lips are immediately on one of my nipples, licking and biting and sucking. Ridge turns his head and kisses me as Trystan palms my other breast. I lose track of who’s touching me where as I undulate in their grasp, my body chasing a dozen different addictive sensations.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. So fucking ours.”

Trystan’s words make me moan softly, the truth of them only pushing my arousal higher.

I’m theirs. And they’re mine.

For years, in the small and confin

ed world I was relegated to in Clint’s house, I couldn’t even imagine finding one man to love, one man to spend my life with.

Now I have four of them.

And nothing but death could ever tear these men from my side.

The hands and mouths on me send me spiraling higher and higher, each touch building on the next until I’m so full of sensation that I might burst. When Archer hooks his arms under my knees and lifts my hips a little, I tighten my hold around Ridge’s neck and look down the line of my body.