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Heath is right, I do. I need their come inside me. I need to be filled with Ridge's seed...and I need his teeth too. Without fully understanding what or why, I move my hands to Ridge's head. I pull his face against the side of my neck, the opposite side to Heath's claim.

Another howl. Another turn of the season washes over me. Summer time. A heady sweetness. I'm sticky with sweat as Ridge shifts, pulling me off his cock. I whimper as his come leaks out, dripping down my thighs and staining the sheets as he lays me down.

I'm sore all over, yet still turned on. My erection hasn't flagged. My ass has been filled with two loads of come...yet I'm yearning for a third. I open my eyes and look for Griff. He's watched everything. Seen it all. Stayed still and silent as his two pack mates mated me.

His turn.

I'm ready for him. My hole is loosened and lubed, dripping with both Heath and Ridge's come. I need Griff as well. It's only right he has me too. We can't leave him out. I need all three of my alphas. There's a third season on the tip of my tongue.

"Please?" I beg him. "Please, Griff."

No shame. No hesitation. I reach out a hand to him, hoping with my whole heart to draw him near. I see the want in his eyes now. The raging erection behind his jeans. Behind his grumpy exterior, there's a rich interior of care. I understand that now. I feel all the love and affection Heath and Ridge have for their pack leader.

He takes care of them...just like he's cared for me.

Picking me up and carrying me out of the woods. Feeding me from his own bowl. He was already treating me like pack, even if he was fighting the urge.

"Please, Griff...it's not enough. I need you. Make me your mate too."

Chapter 10

Griff

My self-control shatters as Wren reaches for me, begging with body and voice. How can I resist such a pretty thing? I can deny myself plenty, but how can I tell him no.

I never thought I'd do this again, but the mating urge is too strong. Wren's scent is intoxicating. He smells of honeysuckle and cinnamon. A tender scent. Something meant to be indulged and savored. Sage didn't smell like that. She had smelled of smoke and coffee, strong and sharp. There had been nothing soft or sweet about her. My Sage. My first mate, and until right this second, I thought she'd be the only one. Man or woman or anyone in-between, I'd never been tempted before I met her.

After she died, I was sure there would never be another.

But here is Wren, ripe and begging for it.

I could never replace Sage...but I've found a new love.

He crashed into our quiet life like an ill omen. But now I look at him like he's a miracle. Our shared witch. Wren wants to be mine. He already took two cocks. Now, he needs one more. I sit on the edge of the mattress and accept Wren's hand. I lean forward and press my mouth against his skin. I lick his flushed skin and his barely healed cuts, tasting the secrets hidden there.

His scent could mask it, but taste speaks the truth.

Wren ain't pure witch.

My little bird has a little wolf in him. And that pup is desperate to be bred, never mind the fact he's a boy. It's not the outcome that's important, only the act. His body knows its role. He needs to be filled with seed. My inner wolf howls with wild pleasure.

Oh, we'll give him everything he needs.

I grab hold of Wren's legs and pull him close, wrapping those twigs around my waist. The urge is overwhelming. Not only to make him mine, but to make Wren belong.

To make him pack.

Heath fucked Wren like an animal. Rutted into him from behind, fast and full of intent, but with no thought or finesse. Ridge spoiled him. Let Wren set the pace and help him through it. Didn't make Wren take more than he could. But I'll fuck Wren like he ought to be fucked: like the submissive little mate he is.

I'll take him with his eyes wide open. Make him watch as I sink inside his hole and show him how to submit.

Our mate, but my little bird.

And I'm going to make him sing for me.

Chapter 11

Wren