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"Move," she demands. Her voice sounds wrecked. "Please move. I require you to move."
He pulls back slowly. Then snaps forward hard. The force drives her back against the counter, steals a cry from her throat.
"Like that?" He does it again. Hard. Deep. Claiming. "This what you crave?"
"Yes. Exactly like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He sets a brutal pace. Harder than I took her, rougher, each thrust punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh. The wetslide of him moving inside her. Her cries of pleasure mixing with his rough groans.
I watch them. Watch her take another alpha. Watch her body respond the same way it responded to me. Watch her climb toward another peak, pleasure building with each thrust.
Her scent explodes. Vanilla and honey mixing with burnt sugar and coffee until the kitchen reeks of pack and sex and claiming.
"Touch yourself," Garrick commands roughly. "Want to feel you come around me."
She obeys immediately. One hand dropping between her legs, fingers finding her clit. The angle is awkward but she manages, circling the swollen bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.
"That's it," he encourages. "Make yourself feel good. Want to feel you come apart."
It doesn't take long. She's already sensitive from me, already overwhelmed. When her orgasm hits, she screams. Back arching off the counter, throat exposed, entire body going rigid with pleasure.
Garrick follows her over. Buries himself deep and stays there, grinding against her as his knot swells. Locking them together the same way I locked us together.
The sight of his knot catching, stretching her further, draws another cry from her throat. Another orgasm crashes through her from the sensation, smaller but no less intense.
When they finally still, both panting and trembling, I move closer. Come to stand beside them. Place one hand on Violet's flushed cheek, the other on Garrick's shoulder.
"Beautiful," I murmur. "Both of you. Absolutely beautiful."
Violet's eyes flutter open. Glazed and satisfied and overwhelmed. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," Garrick finishes for her. His voice sounds as wrecked as hers. "This is just the beginning, sweetheart."
I lean down and kiss her. Slow and deep. Tasting Garrick on her lips, tasting pack and belonging and home.
When I pull back, I meet Garrick's gaze over her head. See the same satisfaction reflected there. The same certainty.
Pack. Complete. Whole.
And this is only the start.
13
VIOLET
Six weeks have passed since I started this crazy experiment of writing about Cedar Ridge, and I've screwed up my own exit strategy.
Well, that's not entirely true. The screwing up started two weeks ago in Garrick's kitchen, when I confronted him about his mood and he kissed me. Really kissed me. The kind of kiss that makes you forget your own name and remember sensations you didn’t know existed.
Turns out the grumpy alpha baker is a gentle giant when it comes to certain things. Gentle hands. Gentle mouth. The way he touched me, tasted me, made me feel things I didn’t think I was ready to feel again.
And for the past two weeks, it’s been... incredible. Stolen kisses in the early morning before the bakery opens. His hand finding mine under the counter when no one’s looking. The way his scent wraps around me when he leans in to murmur something only I can hear. Secret smiles. Lingering touches. The kind of romance I thought I’d never have again.
But it’s not just Garrick.
Somewhere along the way, I started falling for all of them. Liam with his quiet strength and the way he watches me likeI’m the only person in the room. Xaden with that sharp grin and teasing mouth that shouldn’t make me feel the way it does; but God, it does.
It’s not just about kisses or touches. It’s the way each of them makes my body feel. Alive. Wanted. Safe. Like maybe, just maybe, I don’t have to keep running anymore.
