Desired (Two Marks 2)

I couldn’t complain or freak about my guys being part wolves because… well, it had saved Nash’s life. If Nash was a mere human, he’d be dead.

It was insane to think that these two hot cowboys were biologically wired to be with me. To share me. We were destined for each other. That was why I’d landed in West Springs. That was why they felt so right to me. That was why they said ‘fates’ all the time instead of swearing. It had been fate that brought us together.

“I’m sure,” I murmured. That moment when Chester shot Nash had been the worst of my life. Being wrenched by Chester from the two men I’d already come to love had been like having a limb chopped off. Thinking he was dead—

“I’m not,” Nash said.

Nash had almost walked away from our threesome for fear he’d hurt me like Harlan had hurt his mom. I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“You won’t hurt me.” I was sure of it. After all we’d been through, I was more sure than ever. Any doubt I had was gone now.

He swallowed, eyed me with that determined, yet haunted, gaze. “You’re human, Rach. If I fuck up, there’s no instant healing. No do-overs.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I repeated. I took his face in my hands and made my voice firm. “How you touch me isn’t violent. Isn’t dangerous for me. I love it, how you feel about me. How you show it when you touch me.”

“Didn’t Harlan reassure you? You’re not feral. You’re not moon mad. You’re not dangerous,” Cord told Nash. “I agree with Rach. You touch her in your own way. I see how she is aroused by it. Needs it.”

Nash thought for another moment, then nodded.

“Now, what does this claiming involve?” I asked.

Nash’s eyes changed to silvery-blue. Cord’s turned yellow.

I wasn’t afraid. I couldn’t wait to see their wolves. Wolves! How insane was that?

“Usually the bite would happen during or right after orgasm. But I was thinking it might be better if Nash marks you before he’s in the throes of it. When his passion-level is dialed down. Just to be safe,” Cord said.

A hint of pain while coming? My pussy clenched at the idea. I wasn’t thrilled about being bitten instead of a playful nip, but I trusted them. They needed this, and I’d give them anything.

Nash had protected me from Chester with his body. I’d thought he’d died for me. I could have an extra intense orgasm with a little wolf kink thrown in.

Nash visibly relaxed at Cord’s suggestion. “I like that idea.”

“You were ready to mark her that first day at the barbecue, just from a kiss. You think you could just give her a nip and get it done with? That should calm your wolf’s strong urge to claim, and then you can focus on making it good for her,” Cord added.

A hint of a smile curved Nash’s lips. It was the first time I’d seen him smile all day, and it set off flutters in my chest. “Yeah. I know exactly how this should go.” He stepped up behind me so I was sandwiched between the two men. He tugged my shirt off over my head. Cord unbuttoned my jeans. In a matter of seconds, they had stripped off my clothes. I started to work the buttons on Cord’s shirt, but I didn’t have time to finish, because Nash picked me up and deposited me on my back in the center of the bed.

“Spread those legs wide for me, beautiful,” he said, taking in every inch of me. “I know just where I want to mark you.”

More flutters.

I parted my thighs as he stripped out of his clothes and climbed onto the bed. He knelt below me and scooped his hands under my knees to push them up and open.

Oh my.

“Have you ever seen such a beautiful pussy, Cord?” Nash asked.

“Never in my life.” Cord climbed up behind me and slid his legs around me, propping my back and shoulders up against his chest so he could toy with my nipples. “Our mate is as perfect as they come.”

“Even though I’m not a… she-wolf?” I asked, tipping my head to glance up at Cord. I wasn’t sure if the word was right, but he nodded.

“Perfect,” Nash said firmly. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.” He distracted me from any other questions I might have asked by settling between my thighs and licking into me.

I shivered, my hips bucking to meet his mouth. My nipples pebbled up under Cord’s gentle pinching and tweaking.

Whoever thought being with two men was wrong had never felt like this.

Nash took his time, flicking the tip of his tongue over my clit until it swelled and throbbed, then circling it. He sucked one of my labia into his mouth, then penetrated me with his tongue. “You taste so fucking sweet. I could eat you out all day. Keep dripping for me, beautiful, and I’ll lick it all up.”