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I glanced sideways at Jerry. There was definitely a challenge in his depths. Suddenly I worried whether this was a good idea. Was this what Jerry wanted or was he just allowing it for Ellie and mine’s sake?

As if sensing my hesitation, he gave me a teasing smirk. “Ask Ellie. I’ve always loved to watch.”

“
Damn straight. He’s a perverted bastard.”

“
I wouldn’t go that far.” He frowned.

I took advantage of their distraction and dove into her. I closed my mouth over her sensitive bits, trying to balance pressure with pleasure. I knew I needed to be aggressive, but gentle, adventurous yet diligent.

“
Mother fucking cherry pie!” Ellie’s breath was quick and harsh; her lips parted in awe.

Jerry wrapped his arms around my waist, around all my excess sexiness. “She’s never responded like that.” I heard the approval in his voice.

I closed my eyes, blocking them out. I focused on Ellie’s every move. I paid attention to every buck, every writhe when I passed over her delicious center with my tongue. Consistent as ever, she was just as sweet below, but not overly, with a hint of musk that wasn’t salty or sugary. She tasted clean, like crisp mountain air with a hint of vanilla, something that didn’t mute the other flavors, but added to the bunch. If this was what every woman tasted like, then I could be a lesbian. Somehow, I doubted it though. There was no way I was anywhere close to the delectable decadence Ellie was.

I felt her free my hair from its bun before thrusting her fingers through it.

Jerry’s hands and lips smoothed along my backside.

“
How wet is she now?” Ellie choked out the question around a moan.

My eyes flew open, my mouth freezing as Jerry dipped the head of his cock inside me.

“
She’s fuckin’ perfect.” He expelled a growl that echoed around the room.

“
Hold on tight, sweet cheeks. Or suck harder.” She jutted her hips encouragingly.

I lifted my head, parted my lips to ask the question just as Jerry speared me, plunging to the hilt. Tears stung my eyes as pleasure and pain battled for supremacy. A guttural moan burst from my lips.

Another roar sounded around us. Jerry gripped my hips harshly, near the point of bruising. I probably should have been angry, but I delighted in being possessed like this. No man or woman had wanted me so bad that they took me without warning.

He leaned over, like a fortress of protection over me. “I want you to eat that pussy while I fuck yours, and don’t bother begging for mercy.” There was a dominant bark and left no room for arguing.

My pussy fluttered around him, pleasure winning out in that moment. I couldn’t deny him. I found myself lowering my mouth back to Ellie’s folds. I tongued along her slit before I closed my lips over her clit and sucked it between flicks of my tongue across her sensitive bud. The moment Jerry began moving in and out of me, stretching my flesh, I lost my rhythm, caught up in the sensations he was wracking me with.

I cried out around Ellie each time he pounded into me. Unlike Ellie’s strap-on, Jerry hit every sensitive spot inside me. He was relentless. He left me dazed, holding onto Ellie’s thighs for dear life. I tried to shove aside my own desire, my own pleasure, in order to please her, but Jerry wouldn’t let me. He was the puppeteer. He controlled my every reaction, when it started and when it ended.

My pussy wept, lost in his command of it. My nipples were abraded repeatedly by the comforter. My mouth struggled to remain on Ellie.

Ellie.
How many orgasms had she given me already?

With a determine huff, I grabbed her hips and jerked her towards me. I clamped my arms around her, holding her to me by her lower stomach. I sucked her bud with gusto, letting up a little as not to hurt her. I drew circles around it with my tongue. “Do your boobs,” I snarled.

I felt a gush of moisture slip from her at my order. I smiled against her as she complied, tweaking each nipple.

“
Fuck, sweet cheeks,” she breathlessly cooed, thrashing beneath me.

I swallowed hard as Jerry sped up, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. He refused to be ignored.

Suddenly Ellie froze, her muscles tensing swiftly, bulking slightly before she cried out, fluttering beautifully. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her. Her lips were parted; her chest down bowed upwards, into me, as her eyes glowed, allowing her wolf to surface for a moment. She howled, the sound eliciting goose pimples over my flesh; tingles traveled in packs behind them. In that moment, I finally under the saying, “Your pleasure is mine.”

I milked her through, as she’d done me.

She slid out from under me. “Up, Jerry,” she ordered.

My eyes widened as Jerry secured me to him before pulling both of us to our knees. Fresh pleasure assaulted me as he took me from the new angle. “You’re so damn sexy.” His words were sharp, spoken between quick breaths.

“
Hell yeah she is.” Ellie moved in front of me. “And she eats puss like a pro.” She seized my lips, cutting off any retort I may have had. Her hands scaled me. She dipped a finger between my folds, rubbing me tenderly. It was enough of a sensation between her and Jerry’s endless driving that sent me straight to the edge of the cliff.

The pressure in my womb doubled. My muscles clamped down, preparing to be thrown over. Rather than tighten, than fight it, I gave myself over to them. “Please.”

“
I said no mercy,” Jerry clipped.

He quickened his pace impossibly so, proving his supernatural origin. He pounded me into a fast and furious climax.

I grabbed Ellie, afraid of losing my balance as they worked me in tandem to bring me to my knees. Pleasure swallowed every rounded inch of me, burying me beneath wave after wave of eroticism. All I could do was hoarsely cry out to them as I crumbled into a thousand bliss-filled pieces.

Moments later, Jerry roared my name. I felt a burst of fresh heat coat my womb before he abruptly pulled out, leaving me cold despite their warmth on either side of me.

“
You’ll always be mine no matter what,” Ellie declared.

I was taken aback by the tears glossing her eyes. I fought through the hedonism to concentrate on her. “Always.” I found myself assuring her.

I caught a flurry of motion as her hands moved first below her waist then-

“
I’m sorry if this hurts. I love you.” She claimed my lips, inadvertently catching my cry as she shoved two fingers deep inside me. “I have to try to mark you,” she whispered, an edge of desperation in her voice. She pressed her lips hard to mine, reaching within me.

Despite Jerry stretching me, pain was still there, slicing my entrance as she tried to work her fingers ever deeper. I understood. Somehow I knew the importance of this to her. I fought to hold still, to comply for her. I’d never seen Ellie so anxious, so vulnerable. She wanted me. She loved me this much, to try this hard. How could I deny her? My heart wouldn’t let me. It clutched, barely beating, hoping and praying that she succeeded. If it meant that much to her, then it meant that much to me.

“
You’re doing so good.” Jerry smoothed his hands up and down my sides. His gentle trails of sensation were nothing to the uncomfortable ones slicing through my core. “I promise I’ll make you feel better after.”

I barely shook my head, trying to remain as still as possible. There was minute pleasure compared to the burning, stretching pain. Her fingers didn’t pump in and out; they were a solid force with one goal.

Ellie huffed, growling as she kissed a rough path down to my shoulder. With a loud roar, she and Jerry bit into me once again.

My heart took off, feeling a bolt of electricity strike me, like paddles to the heart shocking me back to life. I gasped, feeling a thrum of adrenaline shoot through me.

Ellie kissed me ferociously. “You’re mine. Say it!” she snarled, clutching my face as though this was the last time she would, fear making her moves jerky, forceful.

She literally stole my breath. “I’m yours.” I gasped for air.

“
And mine,” Jerry commanded, jealousy prevalent.

“
And yours,” I assured him.

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Chapter Twenty-One

ELLIE

Elation replaced my panic. I’d never been more afraid. I came so close to losing her. Why the fuck would nature make her my mate but not change the claiming rules? Two males took each other’s seed before biting each other. I suppose, had she been a wolf, we could have done that.

In truth, in being forced to work to own her, I learned exactly what she meant to me, and just how badly I wanted her in my arms forever. Over my dead body would Donovan touch her, and over my dead body would she be leaving Snowy Mountain without me. One look in Jerry’s eyes and I knew he felt the same.

My wolf howled her agreement. As peaceful as she was, she was hyperaware of the lingering threat to our mate.

Mate.
Damn. I’d nearly lost my fucking mate.

I threw my arms around her, squishing her against me. “I’ll be the girl in our relationship for moment.” I pulled back, looking directly into her eyes. I brushed her hair back, losing myself in her depths. “I love you, Kate.”

“
Well shit. About time someone brought sassy Ellie to her knees,” Jerry teased.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t hate because I’m not afraid to admit it.”

“
And I am?” He cut his eyes at me.

“
Damn straight.” I stuck my nose up.

Kate frowned, shying away from us. “It’s not a competition.” She crawled off the bed and crossed her arms over her chest, her brows dipping inwards. She was rigid, clearly bothered. “Why would you turn a nice moment into a contest?”

I winced at the hurt in her voice.

One glance showed Jerry felt the same scolding sting.

“
You’re right,” he stated with a sigh. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed facing her. With one fluid motion, he pulled her between his legs and cupped her cheeks, his big hands damn near swallowing her face. “I’m sorry, sweetie. You’re right.” He lightly kissed the tip of her nose.

She closed her eyes, casting her gaze downwards when she re-opened them. Her features were twisted, just like my stomach was right now.

He tilted her face up. “There’s a saying among out kind.
You always fall in love with your mate before you ever claim them
,
no matter the time between hello and marking.
”

She searched him, trying to decipher what he was truly saying.

I moved in beside him. “It’s true. I didn’t believe it until I experienced it. And, as much as I hate to admit it, Jer probably feels the same.” I nudged him, giving him a single nod of truce.

He returned my gesture. “I do.” He met Kate’s leery stare. “Somewhere between hello and claiming you, I fell hard and fast in love with you, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

Her brows rose; her lips parted in unison. “I, um…” She worked her lips. I saw the wheels turning. She was trying so hard. “I… It’s just-” She swallowed, tilting her gaze to each of us. “Thank you. I can’t…well…I don’t feel the same yet I’m afraid, but I don’t regret anything, yet either.” She gave us a small smile.

I didn’t fully understand bi-polar disorder, but with how fickle I knew myself to be sometimes, I took this as a victory. I was determined to make us work, and, in case you didn’t know it yet, I’m one stubborn bitch.

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Chapter Twenty-Two