Page 140 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

“Mine.”

“Yes,” Roseland says in weary resignation. “He’s ours.”

Ours?

Logic returns slightly, and I slip free of Daega, kissing his temple as Roseland lifts him into his arms and carries him down into our home. Yes, this works perfectly.

Sage leans up and kisses me. “Baby, I think maybe you got a little bit carried away.”

I grab his jaw and drag him close. “You all belong to me now. You are mine. Those are the rules.”

Sage leans into me until I have to break my hold on his jaw while he rubs against me like a cat.

Satisfied that I've made my point, I grab Sage by the wrist and drag him into the bunker, turning and locking it with the new password so no one can get in or out.

I exhale in relief, and my mind calms, and I feel like I can breathe.

“Is that Daega?” Rolly asks, poking his head around the door frame.

I study him intently. “You’re next.”

He stares at me, gulps, and then slowly backs away.

Raven

Islip out of the house, closing the door and smirking that Blaze thinks he can keep me locked up. Foolish alpha. Daega is here. I want to see him, but this meeting has been a long time coming, and it can’t wait a minute longer. As I weave through the trees, inhaling the warm scent of the forest, the cool breeze catches my hair, twisting it out behind me like a banner. The dark shape of the alpha I’m stalking moves just ahead of me.

We walk for twenty minutes or so, just long enough to have privacy, just long enough not to be discovered.

He turns, leaning up against a tree, smiling. He’s so damn beautiful, I smile back and feel this burn of happiness that’s almost painful.

I walk straight up to him, plastering myself against his strong, hard body, twining my arms around his neck and inhaling his scent.

Rose and sandalwood.

“Oh, my god, I missed you so much,” he utters in a ragged whisper. He sounds as desperate as I feel.

His lips find mine, and his large fingers pull my top up and yank it over my head, tossing it away. He palms my breasts roughly, pulling at my nipples the way I love.

“It’s been too long,” he says into my mouth.

“Far too long.” I curl my arms around his neck and pull myself up against him. “Rose, my Rose.”

“Raven,” he licks my bottom lip then bites it.

I moan and reach for my pants, undoing the button and then shimmying out of them and my underwear. I reach for his and, with one practiced move, get his pants open and my hand wrapped around his cock.

He hisses and ducks down, scraping his teeth over my breast, squeezing the other hard in his huge hand.

“The way you touch me,” he whispers. “I can’t get enough.”

I stroke him with one hand and reach between my legs, stroking my clit before I push two fingers into myself. I’m ready, but then I’m always ready for him.

“It’s been ages since we did it outside like this,” he murmurs and lifts me up. I reach between us and line him up.

“Do it. Do it fast. I can’t wait. I’ll die if I don’t have you.”

“So dramatic.”