Page 75 of Monster Queen Rising

And then the others draw back.

They open a space around him the way this pack has always opened a space around the one who needs it — Daron lifts his hand away and goes quiet for once — and Crull turns me in his arms until I’m facing him and brings his mouth down to the wrist where his bond sits and sets his lips on the mark.

It answers him like it's been waiting all night.

I reach and get my hand into his hair and hold him against my throat.

He doesn't brace.

Tonight my hand goes into his hair and he lets go immediately, with five men watching him do it.

"I've got you," I tell him.

"I know," Crull says.

He comes with his face in my neck and my name wrecked in his mouth, and after, he doesn't pull away, doesn't move. Nobody in this room rushes him. Nobody in this room ever will again.

"Okay?" I say, eventually.

"Yeah." Rough. A pause. "That was four for you, by my count."

"You too?"

"Daron's a bad influence."

Daron, from the dark: "Five, actually. I counted the first one twice because it was loud and went on for a loooong time."

"That's not how counting works," Dean says.

"It's how I count."

Daron doesn't wait once Crull eases back.

He rolls me onto my back with the wolf full at the surface and every bit of the evening's patience burned off him, and drives into me in one stroke, hard and fast and hot, his hand fisting inmy hair and the bed taking all of it. The mark at the base of my throat flares.

He fucks me like he does everything — like it's the best idea anyone's ever had — grinning into my neck, and I'm laughing and gasping at the same time, which is its own specific thing that only Daron does to me.

Dean comes up beside us with the control finally gone out of his face, and I turn my head and find his mouth.

And it stops being two of them and becomes one motion.

Daron driving into me, Dean's hand at my breast and then sliding down between my legs, the brother-bond pulled humming-taut through the two marks at my throat — and then they trade, fast and seamless and without a word, the way only the twins can, Daron pulling out and Dean sliding hot into me in the same breath while Daron's mouth swallows the sound I make.

Then back. Then I stop being able to tell which one is in me and which one's mouth is on my nipple, and they don't care which name I'm saying.

Then Dean's under me and Daron's at my back with his hand spread on my spine, and I feel Daron's cock slick against me where Dean's already in me, and I go still, and both of them go still with me.

And they take me together — Dean deep and Daron working into me from behind an inch at a time — and it's too much and then it's not, and both of them areinme and the twin-bond goes off between my throat-marks like a live wire, and I come so hard I lose the room.

They ride it out with me between them and finish close together, because they do everything close together, Daron's teeth in my shoulder and Dean's hand splayed over my heart.

"Told you there was an order," Daron says against my mouth.

"I've lost count."

"Six," says Daron.

"Seven," says Dean.