Page 59 of Hunting for her Heart
“You’re talking about an orgasm?” I ask, feeling the need to clarify that they aren’t talking about stopping what’s happening between us right now.
I never thought I’d ever know what one felt like. We’d always been told that only men have them. And suddenly I’m feeling sorry for every woman on the compound. I haven’t even had one yet, but if it’s half as pleasurable as this, then I know they’re missing out.
A smile tugs at Ronan’s lips, and he nods. “Yes, Willow. Have you ever had one before? From your own hand, perhaps?”
I shake my head. “Touching yourself was forbidden.”
His eyes darken, but it’s gone just as quickly when they turn heated. “Then we’ll get your first one.”
“We’ll geteveryone,” Hawk corrects before placing his mouth back on my breast.
Bo pushes his fingers back in, much faster this time, and I gasp. But this time, he doesn’t stop moving. He pulls them back and thrusts them in again. “Bo!” I cry, my hand tightening in his hair as my core starts to tingle.
“You like that, baby? You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” I whimper and Ronan starts to kiss me, telling me they don’t expect a response.
My hips start to thrust in time with Bo’s fingers, finding a rhythm that has that feeling inside me expanding so fast, I know I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
Suddenly, my body explodes with pleasure, making me cry out against Ronan. It feels like lightning shoots through every inch of me, my body shaking as I lose complete controlof myself. The three of them continue to touch me through the whole thing until my body drains of all tension, sagging to the ground. They seem to be able to tell it’s over as they start placing feather-soft kisses on my heated skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” Bo whispers from behind me.
“Your body is delectable,” Hawk says quietly, as he runs his nose up the side of my chest.
“You were perfect,” Ronan adds before I drift off into the deepest sleep of my life.
Chapter Eighteen
Ronan
Iwake slowly to the sound of rain. Sitting up, I glance over and see Willow still safely nestled between my two clansmen. No space separates them, making a satisfied smile pull at my lips.
Last night went a long way to convincing her to stay with us. At least I hope it did. After the shit show of a mess I caused by leaving a dead animal uncooked in the cave and attracting a grimclaw that almost killed her, I needed to remind both her and myself that we could take care of our mate.
Looking around the cave, my eyes widen, and I press to my feet, not wanting to disturb the others yet. The grass is no longer just surrounding this part of the cave. It’s expanded to cover half the cave. Not only that, but it’s not just grass that’s growing anymore.
Just above the blanket where the others rest is a patch of bright purple flowers, over a foot tall. And further back, closer to the pond, I can see small saplings.
Turning around, I see a couple of small bushes nowlining the wall. Yesterday, that wall had a small amount of moss near the bottom, but today, it’s grown all the way to where the wall curves onto the ceiling. Tiny yellow flowers peek out of it randomly, giving it a whimsical look.
I look at our now dead fire with wide eyes. It seems Willow’s guess was correct. Something about the fire is making new life grow.
I’m still not a hundred percent sure if it’s safe to be around. But if this magic was prophesied for us to bring back to Redmere, then it must be.
Glancing down at the blanket we slept on, nothing seems to be infringing on it. And when I look around the fire pit, the new growth seems to have avoided that area as well, as if it knew not to touch it. That has me fearing that whatever this is, it is sentient, and that makes me nervous.
“Ronan?” Bo whispers and I turn to where he’s lying with Willow snuggled into his chest. “I need to take a piss, can you take my spot? I hate to wake her.”
I nod. Not being able to hold her last night was a little difficult, especially after what we’d done with her. It made me want to be as close to her as possible.
“I’ll go too,” Hawk says as the two of them gently get to their feet and get dressed. I happily take Bo’s spot, pulling her luscious body against mine as the two of them take turns to leave the cave to do their business and guard the entrance.
Willow will need to go when she wakes up too. But for now, I’m going to relish holding her.
When her head settles on my shoulder, her hand splayed out on my bare chest, she releases a contented sigh, one that causes my dick to twitch beneath my flimsy leaf covering. She rubs her face against me, as if some primal part of her istrying to cover herself in my scent. That just makes me grow even harder.
My arm around her back squeezes a little tighter, and she presses even closer to me. I feel dampness on my leg and curse when I realize her nightdress has ridden up and her bare pussy is rubbing against me.
And she’s drenched.
