“I’m coming!” he shouted, his movements so forceful, they bounced us up and down on the bed.
“So am I.” Theo pulled out and jerked his cock with his fist, spilling his seed all over my breasts at the same time as Holt buried himself deep between my legs and came. The moment he stopped moving, my orgasm ripped through me, my muscles clamping down and squeezing around his cock, milking it for every last drop of his seed.
Theo untied one of my wrists and I reached around to grab Holt’s ass and hold him in tight as ripple after ripple of pleasure coursed through me.
It was delicious.
So well-deserved, on all our parts, in my humble opinion.
I felt insanely satisfied. Happy. Overjoyed, really, as the pleasure hormones coursed through my veins.
I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep between these two big strong men. Sweaty, naughty, and oh so satisfied. But I didn’t want to answer questions from my dad about whom I’d been out with, so eventually I forced myself to climb out of bed, get dressed, kiss my lovers goodbye, and head home.
7
THEO
Holt and I both wanted Ali to spend the night, but of course we understood. We’d just met. Sure, I might have just had the most incredible sexual experience of my life—my wolf agreed, although knew it would only be better when I could sink my dick and my teeth into her—but she was human. Had a woman’s perspective on dating. Fucking. Not a she-wolf’s. Still, after she was gone, my wolf went crazy because we hadn’t marked her. She’d left! She’d driven away and we couldn’t stop her, even if we knew her family’s property was being used for meth making. It went against every professional, personal, and shifter instinct I had to let her do so but while Bob Jenkins was an asshole, I didn’t think he’d hurt his daughter. There was no indication from Ali that her father was a threat to her, or that she was afraid of her own place. If there was one whiff of trouble, Holt and I would kidnap her ourselves, lawmen or not.
Those thoughts on top of her leaving made me have to shift and run to let off some steam, or I wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink.
When Holt saw where I was headed, he silently joined me. We shifted and took off, through the wolf-door at the back of my house and into the woods.
The moon was half-full, a silvery glow filtering through the trees. We ran for hours, too keyed up to even hunt, and eventually found ourselves on the outskirts of Ali’s ranch.
It was a mistake to be so close—totally against pack rules. If Bob Jenkins saw us, he’d shoot us for sure. Yet I couldn’t seem to turn away, and Holt didn’t nip my flank or try to get me to leave, either. The two of us patrolled the edges of the ranch, not because we were searching for clues in the meth case, but to satisfy our wolves that our mate was indeed safe. And, my little sister was to ride with Ali in the morning. On the land that probably held a shit ton of trouble. I was torn because I was protective. I needed to let Ariel go, let her ride and make her little girl heart happy. She’d be with Ali. Safe. I trusted Ali. Trusted that, so far, we had no reason to keep Ariel or Ali from being there. Because if I was worried about Ariel going for a ride, then I had to be concerned for our mate as well.
Eventually, we crept close enough to make a horse whinny, and I finally came to my senses, turned, and loped back up the mountain. Holt followed, but instead of going inside, he stood on the back deck, the one that faced Ali’s ranch, and howled.
I dropped to my haunches and joined him in wolf song. A tribute to our beautiful mate.
The one we needed to claim if we were going to survive.
ALI
“—and Cassidy said that she braids the mane for better showmanship points, and there’s even a division for grooming. I want to do that but I don’t have a horse so I’ve been practicing on my own hair, and my sisters’.”
Ariel Decker, Theo’s precocious and adorable little sister, didn’t stop talking. I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement at riding, or the fact that she could say so much without taking a breath. Had I ever been like that?
“We can comb and try some braids when we get back to the stable,” I said, patting Daisy’s flank. I could sense she wanted to go a little faster, but I was keeping this ride in the slow lane.
“Really?” she squealed.
Ariel was twenty-some years younger than her brother, and yet they looked so remarkably alike. Same dark hair and blue eyes. Same dimple in her cheek. Being eleven was a great age. Big enough to go off on horseback rides without parents, but not old enough to deal with middle school and all the drama, heartache, and body changes that went with it. I wouldn’t want to go back to that time in my life for any amount of money.