Claimed by the Pack

“Guard me.”

I felt the squeeze grow tighter. I was lost… lost between them.

“Love me.”

The kisses came from both sides now, tender and slow. Long, deep, lingering kisses with fire and passion and heat.

“The way I love you too,” I breathed, as I felt them stiffen beneath my touch.

I was rolled onto my back. My legs spread wide, knocked apart by one big knee.

“We’ll always protect and guard you,” said Broderick, climbing between my thighs. “No matter what.”

He pushed forward, entering me easily in one long, beautiful stroke. Damien held me as he did it, his blue eyes shining down.

“I love you both,” I said, reaching to pull them close.

If they said anything back to me I didn’t hear it, and that was okay.

I was too busy falling into paradise.

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Ghosts of Averoigne

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One

CLAUDIA

“Shit!”

I stared up in horror as the can of paint fell. It slipped from the ladder in slow motion, rotating end over end as a big swath of the pale blue color — the one I’d taken more than an hour to pick out — licked forth like a giant tongue.

“SHIT!”

I jumped back, twisting to get out of the way. The can hit the floor in an explosion of blue, just as I realized my right foot felt… well, wet.

I’d just stepped in the roller tray for the white paint too.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!”

The burst of sudden laughter from behind me was the last thing I expected to hear. It caused me to whirl, whipping another thin line from the overloaded brush in my hand. Paint splattered over two more walls… which of course just happened to be the ones I’d already painted.

I opened my mouth…

“Shit?” a deep but cheerful voice suggested. There was more laughter, this time accompanied by a bright smile. “Sorry. That’s just a lot of shit.”