Page 33 of Hunted By the Wolves
Dorian felt the shift inside him—the instinct to protect, to step back and give her space, at war with the certainty that this was something she was choosing, not being pulled into.He didn’t answer with words.He stepped closer, slow enough for her to stop him if she wanted.She didn’t.
Rafe’s hand brushed her back in quiet agreement.There was no urgency in either of them.Only intention.
“Only if you are sure that this is what you want,” Dorian said.
Riley nodded once, and Dorian swept her into his arms.
He didn’t carry her back toward the living space.He turned down the short hallway instead, past the soft lighting and into the main suite.The room was quiet and expansive—dark wood, clean lines, the city a muted glow beyond the windows.The massive custom-made bed dominated the center of it, made and waiting.
“This room is yours, beauty,” Rafe said gently from behind her.“Ours—to share with you.Whatever being our mate means for us, we decide, and it starts here, where you’re safe and where you belong with us.”
Riley’s breath caught, not with fear but with something like home.
Dorian lowered Riley until she stood in front of the bed.He lifted trembling hands to her jaw, holding her face as he searched her eyes.God, she was beautiful.
“Are you okay with both of us being here to love on you?”he murmured.“This is a little unconventional but—”
She narrowed her eyes and gave the sexiest smile that went straight to his cock.“Yeah, I am more than okay with it.When I went to Klarissa’s and saw what she had with her mates, and Violet and Josie had with theirs?”Her eyes darkened, her perfect teeth biting down into her bottom lip nearly dropping him to his knees.“Oh, I can assure you that I want it, too.Unconventional it might be, but it is most definitely what I want.Like, now.”
A rough laugh tore out of him, and he took her mouth in a hard, fast kiss.Behind her, the soft rasp of denim filled the quiet as Rafe hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and drew them down her hips.Dorian pulled back just long enough to watch as Rafe lifted the hem of her t-shirt, baring her slowly, reverently.The jeans slid to the floor, the shirt followed, pooling soundlessly at her feet.
Dorian was damn sure the sight of her nearly stopped his heart.His knees went weak and his cock throbbed hard as he looked at Riley standing there for them—soft, beautiful, and so breathtakingly real that for a second neither man spoke.
“Jesus, Riley,” he breathed quietly, dragging the backs of his fingers gently over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm, like he needed the contact to ground himself.
She shifted beneath their attention, a little shy, a little uncertain, but all Dorian could see was her.The woman who had somehow walked straight past every wall he had ever built and made herself at home behind them.
Rafe stepped closer slowly, his expression almost reverent as he looked at her.“You are so damn beautiful, beauty,” he said softly, like the words had been pulled out of him.
Riley’s breath caught.
Rafe brushed a kiss against her shoulder, then another near the curve of her neck, and the tiny sound she made nearly undid Dorian completely.Not because it was seductive, but because it was real.Honest.Full of trust.
Cursing, Dorian yanked off his boots, jeans, and shirt, then dropped to his knees naked in front of her.She needed to be worshipped as the goddess she was.He ran his hands down her abdomen and sides, his heart tightening when her hands fluttered as if she didn’t know if she should push him away or clutch him tight to her.
“Riley,” he said roughly, pressing kisses to her stomach, “you are fucking perfection to us.You are the most beautiful woman we’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Riley was already shaking her head.“No, I know I’m too skinny.”
“Bullshit,” Dorian growled.“You have had it rough lately, and that is all over.”
“Besides,” Rafe said as he curved his hands around her to cup her full breasts over her bra.“We’re shifters.It is our duty and pleasure to feed you and give you everything you need and desire.”
Dorian slid his fingers into the sides of her panties and dragged them down her long, shapely legs.From behind her, Rafe supported her while his mouth and tongue lavished her neck, so that Riley squirmed, her breathing turning choppy.
Dorian’s gaze dropped.Her sex was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen—bare, swollen, glistening with cream.He buried his face there and inhaled, her scent flooding his senses so hard he had to reach down and tug himself back from the edge.
“Baby,” he growled, “you are so wet for us, and I’m not wasting another fucking drop.”
Rafe drew her back against him, keeping her hips pressed forward toward Dorian.From there, Rafe could play with her breasts, turn her head and feast on her mouth with the same hunger roaring through Dorian’s body.
Dorian leapt in, plunging his tongue into her heat, twisting it, taking her flavor into his mouth.Her taste exploded over his tongue and he moaned, sucking her slick folds into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue.He swirled his fingers through her wetness, then traced lower, circling, pressing just enough against her back entrance to make her gasp.
Her moaning climbed and she began to thrust—not forward into his mouth, but back against his hand.He grinned against her, knowing exactly what that meant.She loved it when he played with her there, and he loved that about her.
She suddenly gasped, tearing her mouth from Rafe’s as he pinched and twisted her nipples.The flash of pain with pleasure made her cry out, and Dorian felt his cock twitch hard.
He dove back in, going straight for her clit.She jerked when he flicked it, then ground into his mouth as he pressed the flat of his tongue hard against it.When he sucked it into his mouth and bit gently, she screamed.
