Page 34 of Hunted By the Wolves
He didn’t leave her through her orgasm.He rode it with her, never letting a drop of her sweet cream escape.When she finally came back to herself, he gave her clit one last slow sweep, making her shiver, then rose to his feet.
“You are so fucking hot when you come,” he rasped.“And you should know that at some point very soon I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop—just with my mouth.”
He lifted her and carried her to the bed, the perfect place for what he needed to do next.She wrapped her legs around his waist, the wet kiss of her sex sliding over his stomach.He laid her back, so she was centered on the mattress, the sheets cool beneath her skin, then knelt between her thighs.
“Riley,” he said, making sure her glazed eyes met his.
She bit her lip, panting.
“Before I make love to you—hard and steady until you’re screaming my name—I need you to hear something.”She tilted her head, waiting.“You are everything we ever wanted in a mate,” Dorian said, pressing a finger to her lips when she tried to speak.“You will be our queen everywhere in the world, but here—between us—when we take you, make love to you, fuck you ...you submit to us.Not because we ask you for it.But because we know that you want to.Because you trust us.”
Rafe’s voice slid in beside her head, dark and commanding.“And we will never, ever betray that.”
Riley’s breath shattered.Heat spilled between them.
Dorian leaned up over her and guided the head of his cock between her slick folds, swirling it through her heat.“Birth control?”he asked roughly.
She shook her head, voice trembling.“I’m on the shot.”
“Then hold on, baby,” he growled.
He pushed inside her, slow at first, savoring every inch, then drove in until he was buried to the hilt.She arched, wrapping her legs around him, crying out.He held himself there for a heartbeat, shaking.
“Riley,” he said hoarsely, “You feel so fucking good, so tight, so wet.You are mine.Mine and Rafe’s.From now on, you belong to us, just as we belong to you.You understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped, eyes burning.“Dorian, please, move.”
He slapped her ass and felt her gush around him.“Good girl.”
He set a brutal rhythm, bottoming out with every thrust, listening to her sobs and moans as she took him, lifting her hips when he bottomed out within her with everything she had.When her orgasm started to roll through her, Dorian felt her clamp down around him, trying to hold back.
“Now,” he commanded.“Come for me.”
Her body shattered, screaming his name as he drove into her, his own release tearing out of him in hot, relentless waves.He stayed buried, holding her through it, until the world slowed again.
When it was over, he collapsed over her, breathing hard.Rafe knelt beside her, stroking her hair back from her damp face.Dorian lifted enough to make room for her, staring down into her blown, sated eyes.
“You look beautiful when you come,” he said softly, awe in his voice.“And I’m going to spend my life making sure you look like that as often as I can.”
Then he pulled her into his arms, and held her tight, thanking every deity in the world for the gift that was their mate.
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“Riley?”Rafe askedsoftly, his breathing a little unsteady.“You ...you’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?”
He was braced back against the headboard, watching the last of the heat ebb from her after Dorian had drawn away.The moment between them had been tender and reverent, and Riley could see how hard Rafe was fighting himself.His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, knuckles tight, jaw set.Watching her with Dorian had almost undone him—she could feel it in the room, in the way his focus never left her body, in the way the air itself seemed to hum.
If she had been done—if she had reached the end of what she could give tonight—she knew he would have swallowed it and let her rest.But she wasn’t done.Not with him.
Riley lifted onto her knees and turned.“No, baby, I am not falling asleep.”
She didn’t look at him softly.She let herself look at him the way she felt—hungry, deliberate.Her gaze dropped to his cock, still hard and heavy in his grip, and she licked her bottom lip.The heat in his eyes sharpened.
“See something you like, baby?”Rafe’s voice had gone rough, the steadiness she loved threaded through something darker.Possessive.Wanted.
Riley crawled to him, slow enough to make the anticipation rise between them.She could feel Dorian watching them, close and quiet, a presence at her back that steadied her even as she focused on the man in front of her.
When she reached Rafe, she wrapped her hand around him.She didn’t rush.She stroked and squeezed, finding the rhythm that made his breath hitch, the pressure that made his head fall back against the wood of the headboard.
