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I thrash and kick against the pelts, unable to stop the tears. Jace’s cock twitches against my stomach with each whimpering squall. I’m in agony, both from the spanking and the ache pulsating from my core.
Gideon steps closer and kneels in front of my face. His hand slides through my messy blonde hair, moving it away from my eyes, so I have to look at him. There’s no anger. No frustration. Just a burning need beneath his calm, golden radiance.
“You’re strong,” Gideon says softly. “We’re not trying to break you. We just want to make you ours in every way. No other girl from Haven North can say she has a pack of wolves who will rip the throat out of anyone who does so much aslookat her the wrong way.”
Not trying to break me doesn’t ring as true as it would if Jace wasn’t still spanking me. But then his hand slows, like he can already sense the surrender that is building up inside me. I meet Gideon’s gaze. It’s not pain stoking the fire inside me. It’s something deeper—something primal.
This is my future now. It’s what I chose.
“I-I’m yours,” I whisper. “I’m your mate.”
“Good enough,” Gideon says, stroking my hair and looking at his brother, who rubs the last spot he spanked. “Jace, I think we can find better ways to make her scream it. Don’t you?”
Jace’s cock throbs his response before he speaks. “Absolutely,” he murmurs.
I go limp across Jace’s lap.
I’d like to believe the worst is over, but I’m still scared of what’s next. Both of them. Claiming me. Marking me. Doing everythingin their power to breed a girl the smartest people in Haven North said is infertile.
I guess I’m about to learn what it’s like to be a Bride—except there will be no wedding or life of luxury.
Just two hungry wolves.
And this isn’t even half of the pack.
CHAPTER 14
Calla
Gideon and Jace comfort me. Gideon whispering soothing, reassuring words. Jace struggling to control himself while his hand rubs away the sting radiating from my well-spanked bottom. My bracelet remains useless on my wrist, pulsing in rhythm with my heart while the heat between my legs continues to build. Anticipation for what is coming.
But anticipation doesn’t prepare me for Jace’s finger. It dips between my reddened cheeks and slides lower, not stopping until he’s stroking my wet folds. I tense up. Pleasure shoots through my body, winding around my core and making it tighten.
“She’s ready,” Jace announces, his finger teasing my entrance. “She’s so fucking ready.”
I gasp and groan, the sensations blooming from Jace’s finger making me tremble. I don’t feel ready. Far from it. I’m not sureanything would make me trulyreadyfor this. But I agreed to this. Agreed to be their mate.
Then Jace’s finger pulls away and Gideon lifts me from Jace’s lap. The older of the two puts me down on unsteady legs, holding on so I don’t lose my balance. His golden gaze meets my apprehensive glance, but the need radiating in his eyes keeps me from looking away. It’s almost as crazed as Jace’s hungry stare.
Gideon’s lips crush mine before I realize what is happening. My first kiss—unless you count the time I got kissed on the cheek on the playground in elementary school. I certainly don’t. It was nothing like this. My lips part, just enough to taste the starvation on his breath. His cock throbs to attention against me, sending another rush of heat through my body.
My first kiss is ravaging and primal. Our tongues intertwine and our bodies sear together. It feels like I’m alone in this moment with Gideon—just the two of us. No different than a Groom kissing his Bride. Granted, this is more intense than a wedding kiss, but the ones behind closed doors are supposed to be a lot more intimate.
I’m snapped back to reality when I feel Jace behind me. His hands roam across my hips, squeeze my spanked ass enough to make me whimper, then his lips burn the back of my neck. I gasp into Gideon’s mouth, but he doesn’t pull away.
Gideon’s kiss grows more forceful. More possessive. Even as his brother leaves a trail of saliva down my back. I don’t know what he’s doing until I feel a kiss on my inner thigh, followed by his breath on my folds.
Then his tongue parts my folds. Licking, lapping, and devouring the nectar trickling down my thighs. I shake against Gideon, desperately pulling away so I can breathe.
“Oh! Jace…” I gasp, leaning against Gideon as the euphoria engulfs me.
Gideon holds me tightly as I writhe against him, the sensations from Jace’s tongue making my knees buckle. The older brother’s strong arms wrap around my waist, locking me in place. I’m not sure if it’s to protect me from falling or to keep me from running—but there’s no difference now. I’m trapped in pleasure I never asked for and it feels too good for me to protest.
Jace growls low as he laps me up, the vibrations shooting through my body and teasing places I was never brave enough to explore when I still dreamed of becoming a Bride. He’s relentless, licking up every drop that spills from my pussy, his tongue slipping between my folds, stroking over my clit, then teasing my entrance again like he’s starving. I gasp when he sucks on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and Gideon’s hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough to keep me grounded.
“You taste like you were made for us,” Jace purrs against my pleasure-soaked entrance. His breath fans over my slickness, and I shudder again, biting back a cry that threatens to turn into a scream.
“She was,” Gideon says, his voice low in my ear. “Our mate. The one who will save our pack. Say it again, Calla.”
