Page 137 of Untamed

"I love her," Pup sobs.

Mactiir wraps his arms around me, picking me up. My legs slide around his waist, as natural as breathing. "I know, little brother. I'm so sorry, Sarj." He enters me slowly, gently. "I love her, too. I know how it feels." He just rests in me, intimately entwined. We are not having thesex, just the connection of our two bodies, as close as possible.

Pup leans his head against Mactiir's shoulder and cries.

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41 - The Only Child

Inuit

I skim my mouth over Sarj's head, trying desperately to offer comfort, to him, to myself, I don't even know anymore. I have to pull away, burying my face in myQitsuk'sgolden mane and inhaling her soft feminine scent. I hear the howling of my brother's wolf ringing in my head. The vicious monster in my soul wants my brother's throat between our teeth.

We are plunging our cock into our treasure, and yet she is thinking of him, of this lesser male. We are her alpha, her mate. She will only think of us, only love us...

We will only permit him to worship her on his knees.

I blink my eyes open only to see my hand on Sarj's shoulder, ready to press him down to the floor. His dark eyes bore into mine, uncaring, unflinching, prepared to accept anything I dole out to him. He may even be hoping that I hurt him.

"Help me, Bliss," I mutter to her desperately. The monster is taking over.

Her palm caresses my cheek. Golden eyes catch mine. "Mactiir," she scolds gently. "You will not eat Pup." Her body squeezes me gently, pulsing intimately, the tightest, wettest hug imaginable. It makes my eyes roll in pleasure and coats the monster in satisfaction. The pleasure spikes when she stretches herself up and presses her mouth to mine. Our wet bodies rub against each other, drawing groans of lust from my gut. My fingers leave Sarj and return to sweeter flesh, sinking deeper, squeezing her to me tighter.

I groan and start to move my hips, just circling against her, not wanting to withdraw even an inch. How does she understand what I want without her Mark on my shoulder?

I howl a little, my hips moving faster, our hipbones grinding, her body snugly caught between me and the shower wall.

Why didn't she Mark us? Our treasure...

Sarj rolls his head on my shoulder, his hand flexing, moving, finding his own comfort in his alpha and brother and his chosen mate.We- I mean I - am hurting him, fucking his choice right in front of him, but here he is, with us all the way.

Of course, he's a fucking teenager. Doesn't take much to get the hormones raging.

My cat sinks her teeth into my shoulder. Not a Mark, but those teeth and the elongated claws raking over my back are marking me up just the same. I laugh a little, hiking her higher, changing the angle so that she twists and squirms in pure pleasure. She's a hormonal teenager, too.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sarj chants. He turns, splashing his cum all over the wall of the shower. Good aim, 'cause I don't want his spunk on me.

"MyMactiir," My Bliss follows Sarj as my lips quirk. My monster and I are smug, watching her orgasm into a twisting, gorgeous mess. Water sluices over her golden skin, a wet dream. Probably my brother'sactualwet dream after today.

"That's it, kitten," I encourage raspily. I don't want to cum, yet. Don't want this to stop. As long as I've taken up residence in paradise, no other males can move in.

I bark out a laugh at my nasty joke. Qitsuk doesn't react, but Sarj jumps away from the loud noise, bumping into the tile wall.

The water is getting cold as Sarj slumps out of the shower. I reach out and twist it off before following him, Qitsuk still snuggled in my arms. I toss her gently on the bed before crawling up over her.

"Ah, it’s nice to meet you? Real damn nice."

I turn to see a young male with bright green eyes and a smart-ass smirk who can only be Conner Grim wink at me as he tosses a shirt into the laundry basket before zipping up his jeans. Ignoring my glare, the pup saunters into the bathroom we just vacated to wash his hands.

A soft moan from under me makes my attention snap back to my mate. She is smiling up at me, satisfied. Grinning, I drop my mouth back to her wet skin, sipping the water off of her as she gasps.

"Let's get something to eat, yeah?" Conner tosses a pair of shorts to Sarj.

My brother is staring at us blankly. He looks better. Less like a dead wolf and more like a seriously-depressed wolf.

I lift my head from Qitsuk's gorgeous tits. "Bring us back something to eat," I order the two pups. “Nice to meet you, too, Grim. Bye.”

"Do you want me to put my mouth on you, Mactiir?" Qitsuk breathes out.

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