Page 77 of Bearly Hanging On

Harper’s shuddering breath fanned over our palm as we touched her jaw, feeling the tension leech away as her lips fell open. That was the point when I broke. I wanted to be inside her, my tongue in her mouth, my cock in her cunt, and even then, that wouldn’t be enough. My knot buried inside her, that’s what the wolf insisted on. No, I told him, no, even as I leaned over and claimed Harper’s mouth as mine.

Kissing her was dangerous. I couldn’t focus on anything else, let alone my stupid fucking brother. Tor and Kieran appeared from nowhere, it felt, my eyes flicking open when I heard a rustle, then the sounds of kisses raining down on Harper’s neck and shoulders. Watching her lean into them, her hands rising to cradle their heads, then pull them closer to kiss, was all I could focus on.

“Don’t go running off on me, Fur Face,” she said, grabbing my shirt and using it to haul me closer.

“I’m right here,” I growled.

“No, you’re not.” She tapped my forehead. “Not yet, but you will be.”

I wanted to protest, to explain why I couldn’t, mustn’t, give her my entire focus, but she just shook her head as she grinned. There was no way she was stronger than me, but when she tugged my head down, I followed, like the good doggie I was.

Maybe because her lips felt like satin, because she sucked in a little breath, right before she kissed me. Because her mouth opened almost immediately, as if sensing my need. My tongue connecting with hers, the silken slip making me think of other things. My hand shot out, taking possession of her cheek as the others nodded.

“Time to help you out of these,” Tor said, his fingers making fast work of the buttons of her blouse while Kieran undid her bra.

Seeing the twin swells of her breasts had me pausing, unable to stop staring.

“The look on your face.” Harper smiled as she pulled away, pulling both garments off her arms and tossing them on the floor. “It’s like you’ve never seen tits…” That smile faded as she realised the truth. Her eyes went wide. “You haven’t.”

“Having a homicidal brother stalking you kinda makes casual sex impossible,” I said, trying to joke and failing.

“So you’re…?”

Her hand landed on my chest, and I couldn’t help but cover it with mine. Just hold her there, glorying in the moment when my mate touched me.

“No one’s ever been near what’s yours,” I replied simply. “Never will.”

“We’ve been waiting for you the whole time.”

She turned and stared at Tor, then Kieran.

“Well, if you’re mine.” She had my shirt unbuttoned in seconds, smoothing a palm across my chest before tugging at Tor’s shirt. He had it off and over his head in seconds. The dickhead flexed just a little to make his pecs pop. “Then I’m pretty sure clothes are just an impediment right now.” Tor didn’t need encouraging, getting naked in seconds. She turned to Kieran. “Need help, Bear Boy?”

“Do you?”

She smiled at his challenge, but some part of me felt deeply satisfied when her eyes went heavily lidded as he stripped down as well. That possessive look, it told me that she liked what she saw, wanted it for more than just a roll in the hay. That she wanted them.

Us.

I pushed that thought away as she turned back to me.

“Something holding you up, Fur Face?” Her eyebrow cocked up. “I figured by your age, you’d learned how to dress and undress yourself.”

“I’m not a…”

Harper was fucking playing me. My shirt was torn off, my belt undone before the wolf stopped reacting to a challenge and my brain came online. I reiterated our position, that this was dangerous. Dax was coming, and we had to be ready…

Not now.

I had iron control over my wolf, but that was shredding by the second. Harper, he insisted, mate. Warm, willing and most importantly… My eyes slid down as the other two removed the rest of her clothing. Wet, I could smell her arousal as soon as her underwear was removed.

Tor tilted her head his way as he claimed her lips as his, but it was Kieran I watched closely. As his lips dragged over her neck, I caught the flash of fang. He was barely holding himself back. I knew what that felt like, my own mouth filling with saliva, the need to mark her far more intense than mere sexual desire. Then and only then, she’d be mine, ours.

But that couldn’t happen.

As I crawled onto the bed, following the three of them, I was making frantic bargains with the wolf. We couldn’t mate with her until Dax was cold and ten feet under. We wouldn’t to save her the pain of the loss that was no doubt to follow. All sensible thoughts to have, so why did they fray and turn to dust the moment I got closer? My hands went around her ankles, forcing her to break away from Kieran, staring as she tried to work out what came next.

Her, of course.

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