Page 152 of Broken Bonds
We have to get away from Jax.
The trail opens into a clearing. I don’t even make it halfway across when the breath is driven out of me by Shawn body-slamming me again and sending me rolling. Before I can untangle myself from my feet, I’m slammed and rolled again, but not by Shawn this time?—
It’s Todd.
I don’t have time to react because he shifts back, drops all his weight onto me, and grabs me by the throat. “Shift, pup,” he bellows. It’s like I have no control of my body, because I do, now human again.
He wears a look of triumph as he grabs me by the legs, tosses them over his shoulders, and sinks his cock into me in one hard thrust that has both of us moaning as he bottoms out and I immediately explode.
I have exactly zero time to enjoy that orgasm, because he grabs me under the shoulders and throws his head back, bugling again as he starts to fuck me even harder than that very first time.
And like that, the world is righted, bliss filling me.
I’m safe.
I hold on to him and try to ignore the terrifying sounds of Jax’s howls growing closer.
Shawn
That was a fail on my part, that I didn’t bring Mal out to walk the course early this morning and make sure he understood what would happen. I was too worried about him overthinking and the herbal mix not working on him. Thankfully, as the clearing comes into sight, I catch up, body-check him hard, and roll him. I’m tensing to jump on him again and pin him by the throat if necessary to hold him when Todd bursts into the clearing, his cock hard and hanging out of his sheath.
I have just enough remaining brain cells to regret exactly how fucking gorgeously gigantic he’s hung when shifted before he rolls Mal and takes over.
While trying to catch my breath I turn, bracing myself for Jax’s impending arrival.
As I stop fighting the effects of the concoction, I pace back and forth where the trail ends to make sure I’m the first thing he sees when he arrives and, sure enough, I spot him moments later.
I tense, ready to spring, when he bursts into the clearing at a full run.
Growling to ensure his attention swings onto me, I launch myself at him. We tumble halfway across the clearing away from Todd and Mal, and he pins me on my back with my throat in his teeth. I whimper, trying to roll to my feet, because Mal and Todd aren’t the only ones sporting wood now.
Jax releases me long enough I can flip back onto all fours before his cock slams into me. I throw my head back and howl as pleasure spikes through me, my own cock already exploding. Jax’s nails from his front legs dig into my hips for purchase while his knot swells. His teeth clamp down on my scruff, and he’s slamming into me so hard that it’s driving me across the clearing until I lose my footing and my front legs go out from under me.
He doesn’t care, snarling and fucking, even as his knot quickly expands and holds him trapped inside me.
His cock fills me, owning me, and my eyes roll back in my head. It’s always been good between us, but this?
This is better than anything ever before.
Ever.
I don’t know how long we stay locked together, his front legs still wrapped around me and his hips pistoning as much as he can with his knot forcing him to remain in place, but every thrust, every movement milks additional pleasure from me and leaves me helpless to so much as move on my own.
There’s a point where his thrusts slow, his bite on my scruff eases, and I glance over to see Todd still rutting Mal. Mal’s legs are slung over Todd’s shoulders, and they’re a good twenty feet from where they last were when Todd caught him.
Shudders of pleasure wash through me, robbing me of strength, of will, and this feels like nothing else before, not even previous mating heats.
Jax finally slows, stops, panting now, his breath hot on the back of my head, occasionally giving a hard tug with his cock that makes me whimper every time because it makes me come again. At this rate, I’ll probably be squirting dust.
Definitely didn’t hydrate nearly enough.
Then one of his tugs pulls him free, making me cry out in pleasure and disappointment that he’s gone. Panting, I flop onto my side and watch him fly across the clearing, snarling, shifting back in mid-stride before he plants a hand in the middle of Todd’s back, shoves him forward hard, and buries his erection inside him.
Okay. There’s no visible blood or entrails. Yay. Success.
I close my eyes and drop my head back to the ground to catch my breath.
Todd
