Page 209 of Drown My Sorrow

I step into my alpha’s arms. “Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for waiting for me to be ready. I love you, Shale.”

“I love you, too.”

Shale walks me backwards towards the bed. When my knees hit the back, he catches me, but instead of supporting me, he simply pulls at the pink sundress until it falls away.

His eyes flare.

“No underwear?”

I try to say something, but I can’t get the words out.

Before he or I can say anything else, the door opens, and Keagan walks in. He walks straight up to me and pulls me out of Shale’s arms.

“Hey!” Shale protests.

“You snooze, you lose.”

Keagan sucks on my neck, I lean up into him, tilting my head and giving him more access.

Shale huffs a laugh and then gets a look in his eye. “Do you think you can handle all of us?”

“What?” I peel open my eyes and look at him.

“Can you take us all? Before your heat?”

My heat is simmering inside me. I consider his request. Could I handle it? I’m pretty sure I could.

“Yes.”

Shale’s eyes gleam. He glances over his shoulders at the pack. They look back at me, hungry, needy, mine.

Keagan pushes me down to the bed, and I get lost in his kisses. I give him all of my attention, taking his focused aggression and devotion and giving it back. When he thrusts into me, I cry out but don’t look away from him. He pins my wrists and leaves bites all over my breasts and shoulders.

I love it. I feel like he’s marking me, making me his for everyone to see. He growls and snarls, yanks on my hair, thrusts into me with a punishing pace.

“Keagan!”

He snarls again and grabs my good leg, lifting it up and sinking into me a little bit deeper and at a different angle.

My eyes bulge, and I struggle, but he just holds me tighter and sucks a hickey on my neck.

Keagan’s bond is alive with the depths of his feelings for me, and I shine it all back at him.

His tongue licks up the side of my neck, and he seizes my ear lobe, panting into my ear. My body breaks out into goosebumps, but I don’t let go of him.

Keagan growls and reaches between us. His fingers unerringly find my clit and strum it the way I love.

“Keagan!”

“Come for me, pretty girl.”

We come together. It’s not sweet, it’s a violent, passionate lovemaking that is exactly the kind of person Keagan is. When he gives, he gives everything. He kisses me, leaving one last stinging bite on my bottom lip, and then draws out, leaving me knotless and still needing more.

Beau grabs my ankle and rolls me onto my stomach. He crawls up over me and rubs out all the kinks and stiff muscles until I’m a puddle of purring mush.

“You know my favourite part about all this?” Beau murmurs.

“No, what is it?”

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