She screamed again, a shudder of pleasure-pain rippling through her. I heard the wet sound of the pumping of Landry’s fingers. Caitlyn jerked, crying out a third time. Landry had marked the curve of her ass to the right of her pussy while he continued to coax her orgasm with his fingers.

“Sugar,” I murmured softly, carefully disengaging my teeth and quickly licking away the blood, hoping the serum in my saliva would aid in healing her wounds. “Tell me you’re okay.” My heart pounded, my need to protect and soothe my mate outweighing the pleasure of my orgasm and marking her.

My wolf was preening and replete. Sated and satisfied. But still worried that she might not have found the marking as satisfying as it could have been if she were a shifter herself.

“Is she okay?” Landry asked tersely.

Her eyes blinked open, but they were unseeing. “Th-that was amazing,” she moaned to the ceiling.

I let out a chuff of relieved laughter and Landry added his, slipping his fingers from her and licking them clean. “Thank fuck.”

She brought one hand to cup her marked breast, the other to the claiming bite on her ass. “Oh my God, that was so sexy. I think I’m going to come again just remembering it.”

“Let me help you with that.” Landry flipped her to her belly and put on a condom, then easily entered her from behind. He rocked his hips against her marked ass with slow, steady strokes.

“Landry!” she cried, arching her back. I moved so I could see the red marks his teeth had left behind, but it was nothing more than a scratch. She was not in pain, not the way she moaned and clutched at the covers. Or the way she begged him for more. Harder. Deeper.

Now, watching my mate receive pleasure from my scent-match, the languor of my orgasm washed through me. Warmth and contentedness replaced all worry, love for both of them coursing through me. I sank onto the bed to watch them come to a second climax, experiencing as much pleasure as if I were a direct part of it.

It was done. We were a family now. Sure, we still had a lot to work out, but our mate was marked. Claimed. She belonged to us in every shifter way, and every wolf would know it.

That satisfaction couldn’t be bought. Not at any price.

The rest, we would figure out.

CAITLYN

I spread my legs wide as Landry arced in and out of me from behind. I’d never been more wet in my life. Never felt more sexual. Worshipped.

The pain of the bites had been fleeting. Neither of my mates—I was thinking of them in those terms now—had bitten deep. More just punctured the surface a little. In fact, the resulting sensation of pain only heightened the pleasure I experienced now. Every time Landry rocked into me, my breasts pressed against the bed and his loins hit my ass, reminding me of the erotic locations they each had chosen to leave their marks.

Two marks.

I was now part of the pack. At least, I hoped I was. I hoped my role as a wolf biologist—and my human status—wasn’t hard for some to accept.

Landry’s breath grew rough at my nape, his movements jerky as he plunged in harder and faster.

“You gonna come for me again, little female?” he asked, nipping at my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped. I knew I would. I’d been on the edge of another orgasm from the moment the sensation of their marks set in. The pinch and tingle of pain mingled with some heady endorphins. I wondered if anyone had studied the secretion from their teeth that left their scent. That might be another interesting… “Oh!” I cried out as Landry found the perfect angle. “Please,” I begged, suddenly desperate and forgetting anything but the feel of my mate in me, over me. His dick. How he worked my body to excruciating pleasure.

“Oh, I aim to please,” Landry said, riding me hard and fast on that perfect angle.

I sucked in a breath, my belly quaking as I held it, and then I came. The moment my muscles started squeezing, Landry shouted and slammed in a couple more times before finding his own epic release. His roar shook the cabin walls—and the cabin walls were made of log.

I forgot who or where I was, spinning out into the atmosphere, visiting the moon, the stars, the planets. When I returned, Wade was stroking my hair, massaging my scalp.

Landry eased out, then brought a washcloth to clean me up before dropping down beside me.

“You, too,” I murmured, reaching for Wade. He stretched out on my other side, sandwiching me tightly between them. Two big, brawny, very virile men surrounding me.

“This,” I sighed, drifting into an orgasmic stupor.

“What about this?” Landry murmured, his hand stroking idly up and down my thigh, even cupping my butt where he’d bit me.

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