A hand stroked down the length of my spine. Nash.
“Time to take both of us,” he murmured.
I wasn’t sure when he’d grabbed the lube, but the cold liquid dribbled down over my ass. Nash’s finger gently circled my back entrance, just like last time. But now, it wasn’t going to be his thumb in me as my pussy was filled. It was going to be his dick.
I was going to be fucked by both my men.
I gasped when Nash carefully worked a finger into me.
Cord groaned, and thrust harder. The combination of both men in me, touching me, had me close to coming again.
I had no idea how long Nash played for, but he’d worked lube into me and stretched me open as Cord kissed and fucked me. Nash’s fingers moved away, and I felt him lean over me.
“Time to take both your mates,” he breathed, and I felt his hardness there. A gentle press. Constant.
Cord stilled beneath me, buried deep.
I tried to breathe as Nash pushed, and carefully opened me up.
Just like my heart, my body could give no resistance to an insistent male. The flared crown of his cock popped inside me.
I lifted my head and moaned.
So full.
God, it was intense.
“Good girl,” Cord said. He whispered to me, dark and dirty promises, as Nash slid further and further into me.
Cord stroked my hair, kissed me. Crooned.
Then Nash stilled. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re perfect. Taking both your males. I’m going to come, and we’re not even moving.”
“It’s time,” Cord practically growled. The heat radiating from his body made me start to sweat. He was tense. Desperate.
“Please,” I begged, needing more. Needing something.
Nash pulled back as Cord thrust deep.
“Oh!” I cried.
Nash pressed into me as Cord lifted my hips, slipping almost all the way from my pussy.
They went on like that, alternating movements as I could do nothing but cling to Cord. Moan. Gasp. Cry out from the intense pleasure.
I had no idea it could be like this, it was overwhelming.
“I can’t… I’m going to… I need—”
“It’s time, beautiful,” Cord said.
I blinked and saw him eye my neck. He tugged on my hips and thrust deep as he lifted his head and bit my shoulder.
I tossed my head back and came. The hint of pain mingled with Nash deep in my ass and Cord’s dick pulsing and filling me with his cum in my pussy made the pleasure so intense, I screamed. I writhed, yet I couldn’t move, caught between my men.
Cord lifted his head and licked the spot he’d bitten, but I couldn't focus on that. Couldn’t focus on anything but the orgasm. How they made me feel. How it didn’t stop. Wouldn’t.
I finally collapsed onto Cord, all loose limbs and melted bones. Nash carefully pulled out and left the bed. Cord slipped from me and settled me into his arms. I might have dozed, because I felt a warm washcloth cleaning me up.
Next, I was snuggled between them, warm, comforted. Protected. Cherished.
“Ours,” Nash growled, nipping at my shoulder playfully.
I giggled.
“Yours,” I agreed, ready for anything with these two. I didn’t know what my future was going to hold, but I knew it had Cord and Nash in it.
23
CORD
Two weeks had passed and they had been the best weeks of my life.
I hadn’t realized how I’d focused my attention so much on helping others and my genetic studies that I’d missed that there was a world out there. Even in a small town like West Springs, I’d missed so much. Being focused on not having a scent match, I’d felt sorry for myself. I’d thought that the fact that I couldn’t have kids made me worthless.
I didn’t feel it now. Yes, I’d found my scent match, but even that couldn’t fix broken biology. I still couldn’t give Rachel kids, but it didn’t bother me any longer. I didn’t have to give them to Rachel. All I had to give her was myself.
Which I did, wholeheartedly. And which she wanted.
The second Nash scented Rachel, he’d relocated to West Springs. Wherever she was, he was. We’d gone together to the Wolf Ranch pack and brought some of his things back so he could settle here, passing the work of his construction company over to his partner, Rand. We’d seen where he’d lived, met his friends and pack mates. Gone to his grandparents’ graves.
He wasn’t looking at the past any longer, but the future.
So was I.
We had Rachel.
We also had Harlan.
“Honey, I can’t believe what Chester put you through.” Rachel’s dad couldn’t let it go. While Rachel had walked away from Chester at their engagement party, her parents had continued to believe he was the man for their daughter.
Until she called and told them what Chester had done—or a sanitized version that didn’t involve Nash getting shot five times in the chest.
After that, it had taken a week for her parents to come to terms with the danger their daughter had been in, and that they’d trusted a crazy asshole instead of their own child. They’d put a perceived happiness over the truth.