Her eyes widen even more as the ebony shades crawl up his arms to his neck, painting him in dark waves of midnight. His body doesn’t change size, but every part of him becomes black before turning translucent—just like a shadow.
However, he doesn’t take it that far.
He merely shows her his shadowy arm. “All of me becomes this, including my cock.” He returns to stroking it as his skin reverts to his tan coloring. “I can fuck you in that form, if you prefer. But it’ll feel better for both of us if I stay like this.”
“You won’t be able to feel anything if he’s in his shadow form,” I clarify when I see she’s still confused. “He’s literally a shadow.” I gather her wrists in one hand, my opposite going to her chin to return her focus to me. “And I will not be fucking you in wolf form.”
If she could shift, we might have another conversation.
But fucking as my wolf just… doesn’t appeal to me.
“That’s not to say my inner beast won’t be driving some of my more feral desires, though,” I admit, my lips curling at the thought. “His savage needs are my savage needs. But we’ll work up to that, baby girl. All you need to do right now is agree to let us knot you. The rest is up for negotiation.”
She stares up at me, her lust-blown expression telling me her decision before she’s even voiced it. But I’m not going to accept that as a response.
I need her words.
“This is crazy,” she whispers. “But I want it.”
I smile. “It’s not crazy, Ailsa. It’s who we are. And we’ve spent the last two years subtly preparing you for it. Through my companionship and protection, Catum’s dominance and dream walking, and Craze’s preparation in Monsterland. Everything has brought us to this moment.”
“Except I didn’t know any of that was happening.”
“True, but you know now,” I murmur, my nose skimming hers as I lower my lips a hairsbreadth away from her mouth. “And your soul has always known.” Something she’ll understand once we mate her. Once weclaimher. “Tell me you want us to knot you, baby girl. Tell us to fuck you and we will.”
She swallows, her body practically vibrating beneath me. “I… I want you to knot me.”
“Just me?” I ask. “Or all three of us?”
Her pupils dilate even more, her breath fanning across my lips. “Oh, Gods…”
“Alphas,” Catum murmurs. “The only godlike being in this room is you, Miss Marvel.”
“Our goddess,” I agree, my nose trailing along her cheek to her ear. “Now tell us you want all three of our knots inside you.Not together at once—not yet—but I need you to tell us to fuck you, Ailsa.”
She shudders, her nipples hard even through the fabric of my shirt. “I want all of you to… to knot me,” she finally says. I’m about to make her say it with a little more confidence when she adds, “I want all of you to fuck me.”
My dick throbs in response, drawing a curse from my lips.
Becausemoons,that’s hot.
I love when a woman says what she wants, when she voices her consent.
And I know Craze and Catum like it, too, because both of them groan in response.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her ear. “Now stay right here for me, baby. Legs spread. Pussy wet and needy. Because I’m going to be the first one inside you.”
She’s the picture of sensuous debauchery as I crawl off of her.
Catum doesn’t move, just lounges beside her as he strokes his dick, his gaze on her tits.
Craze lies on her opposite side, preparing himself for another round by massaging his knot.
Yet her eyes are on me as I disrobe, no doubt wondering what my cock looks like.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Ailsa, but all I have is a knot,” I tell her as I remove my jeans, socks, and shoes. My shirt is left, the fabric disappearing with a tug over my head. “However, don’t let the lack of ornaments fool you. I absolutely know how to fuck.”
Her legs tremble as I get back on the bed and kneel between her splayed limbs.