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Being on the receiving end is almost as good.
Our voices rise in intensity. Breaths ragged and shallow, with our bodies drenched in sweat. We're coming...together. All three of us. Ropes of come shoot from my dick, glazing Devon's chest and chin as his knot locks our bodies together and the heat of his release floods me. Behind me, Kyle's fingers dig into my hips as his body trembles with release deep inside Devon's body.
It's a moment of pure bliss.
One that sadly can't last.
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DEVON
We're still coming down from the high of sex when the hair on the back of my neck begins to prickle. My nostrils flare as my head snaps toward the front door. The other two feel it as well. They're instantly on alert.
We were already beginning to clean up, preparing to shower and settle in for the night, our moods much improved by the bonding session.
But now, we're all on edge again.
Clothes are thrown on hastily, wordlessly. We're always prepared for an emergency exit. Always. We never book into a hotel room that we don't have a secondary exit from. The window in the bathroom looks out into the woods less than fifty feet away. It's a small window, but we can squeeze through it if we need to.
We move as one, like a well-oiled machine. We've done this before, obviously. We've had to run before, and we know the drill. Our duffle bags are chucked out into the darkness, and we follow right behind them.
Frankie goes first, his lean frame making it easy for him to slip through the window. Kyle follows, his larger frame requiring more effort. I'm the last one out, pulling the window closed behind me as I drop to the ground.
We're barely out before I hear someone pounding on the door.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath as the scent of River's pack hits my nose. "Why are they here?"
"Doesn't matter," Kyle says, shaking his head. "It can't be good."
We take off into the woods, running as fast as we can. The darkness is our ally, concealing us from the eyes of our pursuers. But they're wolves, like us. Vision isn't their only tool for tracking us, and if we can't shake them quickly, we're screwed.
Shifting would allow us to cover more ground, but we'd have to abandon our clothes and supplies. It also gives us fewer options for hiding. Blending into a crowd of humans is a great way to confuse pursuers. If you can find a crowd to blend into.
We cut through the woods and break out onto the main street. It's late, and this tiny town has long since gone to sleep. The only establishments still open are the bars, and while they're not the worst places to hide, drunks are unpredictable—something we'd rather not get entangled with, if possible.
We loop around; the asphalt and concrete of the suburban environment is our ally. The scent of motors, oil, and machinery are all embedded deep in the hard surfaces beneath our feet. If we move quickly, our scent won't linger as long. That's the hope, anyway. If we can get back to the hotel, not only will it confuse our pursuers, but we can pick up the car and make a proper escape.
But as we round the corner and see the motel parking lot ahead, I know we're not gonna make it.
"Shit." I see the familiar form of Charles standing beside the station wagon. He's flanked by two large men, probably some of the same wolves that surrounded me and Kyle earlier. They seem unbothered by the fact that we slipped away from the motel.
"I guess they knew we'd come back for the car," Kyle says, blowing out a breath.
"It was a safe bet." Frankie watches them carefully. "I thought you said he let you go. Why would they be after us?"
"Does it matter?" Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. "It's us against them. It always has been. They outnumber us, and I'm not putting us at a disadvantage by fighting them on their terms."
"So, what do we do?" I ask, stepping closer to his side.
Kyle doesn’t look away for a second. "We run, and we don't look back."
"And River?" My heart aches at the thought of leaving him behind.
"We'll figure something out." Kyle swallows hard, his expression grim. "But right now, we have to get out of here. We can't help him if we're dead."
"Wait." Frankie places his hand on Kyle's shoulder. "Look." He gestures to Charles again.
Another vehicle is pulling up alongside our car. All these black SUVs look the same to me, but the plates are from out of state. An unfamiliar alpha climbs out of the car and approaches Charles with a grim expression. The two of them stare one another down, their posture tense and angry. They're keeping things civil, but anyone with half a brain can see the tension in their body language.
