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And still full of Colt’s come, Finn works his erection inside of me.
He fucks me slow and deep, the complete opposite of how fast Colt took me once I gave him the chance. There’s a confidence in his easy strokes that has me scooting my ass back, trying to take him as deep as I can.
It’s like, now that I’ve accepted Colt, then returned to Finn… I’ve finally shown Finn that I’ve chosen him. More importantly, I’ve chosen his twin, too.
And, given the chance, I’ll make Rowan mine before I go.
Because I’m still going back home… right?
CHAPTER 8
CHARLOTTE
Ihave to go home. Staying in Blackmoor… spending the rest of my life with a trio of bear shifters… that’s not what I signed up for.
Right?
I came here because I refused to let Charlotte disappear without putting everything I could into finding her. This forest… the promise of a wish… it’s the last lead I had, and no matter how fantastical it was, I followed it because if I didn’t? I’d have to admit that that was it. The end.
Charlotte was gone, and no matter how determined I was to at least get some closure, there’s only so much time, effort, and money can do. Magic seemed like my last resort, but while I have proof that it exists, Charlotte is a different story.
Hearing both Finn and Colt refer to me as their mate shifts something inside of me. I can’t pretend that I didn’t like it, but instead of focusing on that, I wake up the next morning with the perfect distraction.
I wait until Rowan finishes setting out our four bowls of porridge, each of us taking a seat at the small, rectangular table in the kitchen.
Rowan has his spicy porridge, never once giving away how damn hot it is with every hurried spoonful he takes.
Colt leads the morning conversations because, to be fair, he doesn’t have to worry about his frozen porridge doing anything other than melting a little.
Finn offers me the choice between the two bowls, taking the one I don’t pick. We’ve been doing the same routine since I first arrived in the cabin, and I know better than to grab the one with less porridge. Whoever serves goes to great lengths to make the bowls as fair as possible, but even so, the one time I tried to grab the smaller portion, Finn insisted there was something wrong with mine and we needed to switch.
As Colt is cleaning up, I clear my throat.
Finn’s attention is immediately on me. Colt drops the dirty bowls onto the counter, then turns his back so that he’s leaning against it. His arms crossed of his flannel-covered chest, he raises his eyebrows.
Rowan pushes away from the table, shifting in his seat so that he can look at me.
Oh. Okay. I didn’t expect him to linger. In my experience, Rowan eats breakfast, and if it isn’t his turn to clean up, he grabs his axe and heads outdoors. Even if his brothers and I are in the middle of a conversation, if it doesn’t involve him, he’ll just walk away. It would too, too easy for him to act as though he didn’t hear the indication that I wanted to say something, but that’s not what he does. Instead, he watches as intently as the twins.
Maybe I should’ve expected that. Though my scent is all over the house by now, Finn’s reaction after I slipped back into his room—telling me he enjoys the scent of Colt on my skin—tells me that their bears’ snouts are powerful enough to tell who I’ve been sleeping with. Even if I thought Rowan slept through the sounds of me fucking both FinnandColt, the frown on his face when he walked in to the kitchen last, seeing my flirting playfullywith the twins is more than enough evidence that… yeah. He knows.
Does he feel left out? Is he, like I always fear, judging me for taking two different lovers in one night? Or is he just looking forward to the future when he’ll be left to tend to his younger brothers when I’m gone, and both of them miss the woman they consider their mate?
I’m not sure, and the weight of his stare on me as they wait for me to speak just confirms my decision.
“I want to go looking for my friend. For Charlotte. That’s why I’m here. Remember?”
I know that the bears would rather forget. Once it became clear that we were reliving an old fairytale, they seemed to have decided that Aurelia Holloway’s sole purpose of testing the magic of Blackmoor was to find them and be theirs.
Their guest.
Their prisoner.
Theirmate…
“She’s not on our territory, Goldie,” Rowan grates out. “We’ve told you that.”
I know. “Right, but that’s my issue. You won’t let me leave your territory?—”
