Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, kissing the curve of her cheek, the pulse point beneath her jaw, the place behind her ear that always makes her tremble.
I tug open the cardigan and push it off her shoulders, followed by the soft cotton tee she’s wearing. Her skin is warm under my palms, her belly round with our children. I kiss it gently, again and again, trailing my lips along the rise of it, marking her with my scent. Scarlet moans, fingers tangling in my hair as I move lower, my mouth mapping her like a man memorizing home.
“Reed,” she whispers, the word catching like it’s too big to hold inside.
My chest tightens, too full of love, too heavy with gratitude. I undress her slowly, reverently, peeling away the last layers of fabric to reveal the woman who carries our future and holds our past together like it’s nothing. I don’t rush. She deserves more than hunger. She deserves worship.
She reaches for me, pulling me down, and I go willingly, bracing myself over her, fitting my body to hers like we were shaped by the same stars.
“Make love to me,” she whispers, her eyes glossy, her hands reaching for my brothers, too. “I need all of you.”
Nixon moves first, coming to her side, brushing hair from her face, and kissing her forehead. Finn’s slower, more hesitant, always the careful one. But he steps close, dragging his knuckles along her arm and lifting her hand to his lips.
And then it’s the three of us.
Our clothes fall away, scattered like the papers we swept to the floor, and we come to her with love spilling from our lips. Scarlet gasps as Nixon kisses along her throat. At the same time, Finn’s hands explore the curve of her hips, and I take my time at her center, tasting her, coaxing pleasure from her until she’s bucking against me, wild and out of control.
She arches beneath us, body trembling, so close to breaking, so close to flying apart, and we catch her with mouths, with hands, with love so fierce it burns through the past and binds us tighter to the present.
She cries out as we bring her over the edge again and again, her voice a song that only we know the melody to. When I finally push inside her, she sighs like she’s finally home.
And I am home. Here. With her. With them.
Her lips find Nixon’s as I move inside her, and she reaches for Finn, drawing him closer so his mouth can discover her breast, swollen and sensitive. It’s all tenderness. All heat. All trust.
Scarlet lies beneath me, her skin glowing in the soft amber light spilling from the hearth, her eyes wide and dark with emotion. She gasps as I move inside her like I’m carving my name into her soul.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, my hand splayed across her belly. “I’ll always have you.”
My wolf rises with the need to bind us together. My knot pulses, swelling with every thrust, threatening to breach her tight entrance and seal us.
Her body trembles, her gasp caught between pleasure and something more primal. She’s mine now, in every way that matters.
When I pull back, her eyes lock with mine, and she touches my face, lips parting in a soft moan. “Reed.”
“You feel so good,” I grind out, hammering into her. “Like you were made for my cock.”
I grind my hips into her, dragging my pelvic bone against her clit, giving her the pressure she needs as she grunts and whines, begging to come.
“Fuck, Reed. Oh, fuck.”
She’s so slick that it’s coating my balls as they draw tighter.
“Give it to me, Reed. Give me your knot.”
“You want it? You want this big dick to fill you up and seal you shut?”
Her fingernails rake my spine. “Yes. Give it to me. Give it to me…” She arches her neck, grabbing hold of Nixon’s arm on her left and Finn’s hand on her right. “Like that. Fuck. Please… oh, fuck, please…”
I thrust hard, my pulsating knot driving inside her, stretching her wide, hips snapping like a machine, and she cries out, her pussy clamping in waves that are so tight, my vision becomes white light as I fill her with my seed. My climax punches through me so hard, I lose connection with the world around me, yanked into blackness that spins with pinpricks of light, pleasure roaring through my body as she clings to me.
I press my forehead to hers, staring into her lust-glazed eyes, as she contracts around me again.
“Feels. So. Good,” she gasps, gripping the back of my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist, sealing us together in her own way.
Sweat drips from my pecs to her breasts and coats our skin where we’re joined. Her scent rises around us, making Nixon and Finn growl for their own turns.