Broken Bond (Claimed by Wolves 2)

I can taste in his kiss, and in the way his hands roam my body, that he’s done being a gentleman.

Done holding any part of himself back.

Trystan’s fingers dip between my legs, and I gasp into Archer’s mouth. Ridge has slid to my right, and his mouth is hot on my skin as he trails kisses over my shoulder. Archer breaks away from me, his moss-green eyes shining with heat and love.

Then Dare is before me.

I remember this look in his eyes. It’s the same way he looked at me the night he found me by the stream, when he arrived in wolf form, shifted, and then kissed me like he intended to devour me.

The night he claimed me as his mate.

Now… the other three men freeze, still touching me but clearly watching to see what happens next. Dare and I face off, and I do my best to keep all emotion off my face. I’ve offered him the mate bond—officially, if Ridge is correct.

Will Dare reject me or put his walls back up like he’s done so often since the moment my witch side emerged?

Before my mind can get lost in a sea of worries, the black-haired shifter snakes out an arm and catches me around the waist. He yanks me to him, our bodies slamming together as his lips slant over mine. His kiss is wild and reckless, like he’s been holding it in for so long he can’t handle the pressure anymore. I gasp for breath as his cock hardens against my bare stomach.

As his hand settles in my hair, fisting the blond strands close to the roots so he can angle my head and take the kiss deeper, I have a sudden vivid memory of the first time he kissed me. He strode across the clearing in the moonlight, naked and beautiful and dangerous, and he kissed me like this.

But this moment?

This kiss?

It’s a million times better.

Because now we’re not two strangers drawn together by an attraction that defies explanation. We know each other. We care about each other. We’ve been pulled apart, our bond tested almost to the breaking point.

And we survived.

We’re still here, lost in each other’s arms once again with my three other mates gathered close around us. This time, there are no angry snarls or snapping jaws. There’s no jealousy. There’s just us.

All five of us.

Cementing a union more real than anything I’ve ever felt before.

I whimper into Dare’s kiss, overwhelmed by the emotions swelling in my chest. It’s almost too much to bear.

He draws away from me, his lips flushed and swollen. The gold flecks in his brown eyes glint as he gazes down at me, his large hand sliding down from my hair to cup my jaw. He stares intensely into my eyes as he says, “You are my mate.”

My throat tightens, tears stinging my eyes as I nod. My hand reaches up to settle over his. “Yes. Always.”

A smile blooms on his face, chasing away the dark shadows that always lurk at the edges of his expression. He looks almost boyish, and my heart thuds hard in my chest. Before I can say anything else, he reaches down and scoops me into his arms. I yelp, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. Trystan laughs as Dare begins striding purposefully toward the bedroom, and I look back to see my other three mates following close behind us.

Good.

Despite my worries that Dare wouldn’t accept the bond and my elation that he has, this moment is about all of us. I want all four of my men with me, and even the small distance that separates us right now feels like too much.

When we reach the bedroom, Dare deposits me on the bed, and I quickly scoot upward o

n the mattress. He stands at the foot of the bed as the three other men fall into place beside him, forming a wall of naked male bodies in front of me. It reminds me of the night they rescued me from Clint’s basement—that moment of anticipation as they all gazed down at me in the bedroom of the mating cabin.

That same anticipation hovers over us now.

Last time we did this, we were interrupted by my witch emerging from wherever she once lay dormant inside me.

This time?

There’s not a thing in the whole damn world that could make me stop.