Page 79 of Rising Reign

Each of us was uniquely different but coming together to create something more.

Puck gripped my thighs, his fingers pressing so tightly they’d likely leave bruises—ones I’d wear with pride because he knew I needed it to keep me here. His tip bumped against my entrance, and then he slid in.

I cried out into Brix’s mouth, reveling in the feel of the stretch, the delicious pressure. Puck retreated and thrust in again, more force behind his movements this time. Kingston circled my clit, mirroring Puck’s tempo.

Each of my men worked in tandem yet gave something that was uniquely theirs. My skin crackled as Puck picked up speed. Everything, all of it was too much. My body trembled as everything in me began to tingle. The orgasm hit me like a physical force, painful as I tipped over the edge, but it was only matched by the pleasure it brought with it.

I arched and writhed, soaking up everything my mates gave me. I lost all sense of space and time. There was only feeling. Wave after wave crashed into me until I could take no more and the darkness claimed me. But there was no fear because I knew my mates were with me.

46

WREN

“Nice and easy,” Locke said softly as he helped me prop against the pillows. “Take a sip.”

He held a straw to my lips, and I took a pull. The strawberries-and-cream flavor filled my mouth, and I let my eyes close. “You make the best tonics. Thank you.”

He brushed a hand over my hair. “How do you feel?”

I opened my eyes and took in the room. The windows were open, letting in the fresh air, and Brix had changed the sheets while Kingston helped me shower. Everything was clearer now that the heat had passed. But I was exhausted.

“My muscles are a little sore, and I’m tired. But other than that, I’m fine.”

Brix lifted one of my socked feet into his lap and began massaging. “You’ll need to take it easy for a couple of days. You’re recovering your strength.”

I made a face, but Kingston slid his fingers through mine from his spot on the side of the bed. “He’s right. You don’t want to push.”

“I’ve been cooped up for days,” I argued.

Locke lifted the straw to my lips again. “This is your first heat as a mated wolf. It’ll take more out of you. You don’t want to injure yourself because you didn’t get your rest.”

The sound of bickering came from the hallway, and the door flew open.

“If you didn’t make so much food, you wouldn’t have needed help carrying it,” Ender sniped.

Puck scowled at him. “Well, you ate a shit ton of that food this morning, so you could at least say thank you and help me carry the trays.”

Ender glared back. “I needed energy after a seventy-two-hour fuck fest.”

My lips twitched. “Fuck fest?”

Ender turned to me, a wry grin on his face. “I mean that respectfully, of course.”

“Of course,” I echoed.

“How do you feel after your shower, Birdie?” Puck crossed to the bed, lowering a tray full of eggs, biscuits, fruit, and juice.

“Good. It’s nice to have clean hair.”

Ender lowered a second tray onto the bed, this one ladened with pancakes, homemade donuts, and a glass of milk. Then he dropped a kiss to my head. “Smells good. New shampoo?”

“Hera mixed up some heat recovery beauty products for her,” Locke explained.

I sniffed the ends of my strands. “She could seriously start a business. This stuff is amazing.”

“What do you want to eat first?” Puck asked. “You need a little of everything. Carbs, fats, protein. They’ll all help you recover.”

I leaned forward and brushed my lips across his. “Thank you for always feeding me.”