Page 45 of Banished Mates
I wrappedmyself tighter around the werewolf chest. Still unable to go to sleep even after Kit and Rowan passed out. I was smushed between the two slumbering werewolves, and I couldn’t help the warmth in my chest at seeing them so vulnerable. They’d given me everything, matching my hunger even after exhausting them.
They’d been fine for a while because of their rut, but ruts never lasted as long as heats because a mate’s primary goal was protection and being sex-blinded while their mate was in danger was a no-no.
Males never failed to follow their mate’s heat, but within boundaries. While I could be in heat anywhere at any time, regardless of anything, only my heat could spur on their rut, and theyonlysuccumbed once their instincts deemed their Omega safe.
Heats lasted anywhere between three to ten days. It was a gamble. This first heat lasted exactly five days.
Five days of nonstop fucking, clawing, and claiming.
I shivered and Rowan pressed into my back, his drained half-stiffy digging into my side. The fire had long since burned away, but my heat had kept me warm. Now that it was gone, the coolness of the ground was seeping into my bones. I rubbed my cheek on Kit’s chest, sighing. I wanted to keep rubbing against them. Their fur made the fluttery butterflies take off in my stomach. Doing it brought me such unmatched pleasure.
The fortunate thing was now that my heat had abated, I could rein in my instinct to rub up on them. It was maddening. Even with all the screwing, I wanted to crawl into their bodies. They had such a way with those monster cocks that drove me utterly crazy.
“Can I come out now?” a low voice called out, and her head cautiously poked out around the threshold. Her voice was dry and rough. My thoughts froze and I shoved at the arms engulfing me to push to my feet. My movement roused my mates from their slumber and they pounced up, alarmed.
Their twinness became apparent in the way they simultaneously lowered their heads and snarled in her direction. I noted the slight bowed part to their legs and I couldn’t help but get gleeful over it. I did that. Fucked them so raw they struggled to stand straight.
Bria screamed and dropped to the ground, curling her arms around her head.
I gawked at the sight of her. She’d... been here the entire time?
Heat flooded my face, but I sucked it back and lifted my chin. She heard me taking my mates because they weremine. Not hers.
“I’ll leave now. I-I’m sorry for coming.” She wouldn’t look up as she spoke. Why hadn’t she left five days ago? The last interaction with her flashed in my brain and I stifled a wince. I’d been about to choke her out and hadn’t been in my right mind. I may have made the same choice once considering how I’d reacted to her. Her movements were sluggish. If she wasn’t a werewolf, she might have died from lack of hydration.
A smidge of pity infiltrated my chest and I sighed, lifting my hands to tug at my mates’ arms. They turned questioningly and I shook my head once. Dipping, I grabbed a pillow and shoved it in front of Kit to block his cock from sight. It was funny seeing surprise on his wolfish face, but he held the couch pillow to himself when I insisted. An odd stretch to the corner of his lips told me he was grinning. I grabbed another pillow and did the same to Rowan, who seemed more irritated at covering himself. Last, I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my body, then turned. As I approached Bria, she stumbled back, eyes wide.
She squeezed her eyes tightly when I gripped her arm and dragged her to the kitchen. When Kit had made me food, I’d watched where he kept everything.
I pulled a glass cup out, filled it with water, and shoved it into her hands while she gaped at me. Then I rifled through the semi-empty fridge and pulled out the juice after checking the expiration date and poured it into her now empty cup. She kept looking at me with wide eyes.
Bria quickly swallowed it down.
I rustled through more cabinets until I found a granola bar and handed it to her. She tore it open and scarfed it down.
My stomach turned with hunger but I forced myself to ignore it.
“I’m sorry.” Her accent tilted the end of her statement in a charming way. Ugh, I hated how it was kind of cute. I nodded. “I think I have enough energy to leave. I’ll hunt for some food while I’m a wolf.”
I nodded once and she cleared her throat, awkwardly backing away. Kit was near the door, and she scooted as far from him as she could.
“I apologize, Alpha, I hope you return, many regret your banishment.” Her tone was drastically different from earlier. That word again. Banishment...
With a final nod to me, she scurried out of the house like I was chasing her. I kind of enjoyed her leeriness over me.
I faced Kit when she disappeared around the corner.
“That was kind of you,” he murmured, now in human form. His chest rippled as he lifted the grocery bags onto the counter. I’d forgotten we’d gone shopping before I’d gone into heat. “I threw out the stuff that went bad, but we have a good amount of food here.” He set them on the counter and pulled out the writing pad I’d been communicating with and handed it to me.
I took it and my gaze dropped to the low-slung sweats and tight shirt molded to his body. It was unfair how he filled clothing out. He tugged a shirt off his shoulder and pulled it over my head, then wrapped me back in the blanket I clutched. Taking care of me.
He invaded my space and his orangey scent made me hum in pleasure. I sucked in a breath as his chest remained in my eyesight. The man was big and it was unfair how much I liked that. He dipped down and pressed his lips to my forehead. My eyes fluttered shut and a shiver worked down my body. The simple press of his lips caused my knees to shake.
The click of nails and heavy steps pulled my attention toward Rowan as he shuffled into the kitchen still in his monster form. He pressed into my back, his warm, shaggy fur warming me. A sappy grin spread on my lips, and I wiggled between them. This was the life. If my chest was hollow at times, then that’s how it was going to be. Whenever Kit or Rowan loved on me, that sensation was soothed.
My stomach chose that moment to growl.
Kit stepped back and ran the tip of his finger down the arch of my nose, staring me directly in the eyes.
