Page 13 of Shared With The Pack

"Please, Griff, please."

I don't need to beg him for it anymore, not when I already have Griff's cock pushing into my hole, but I do anyway. Please. I want this. I need him. I need to be mated again. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head while he thrusts forward, driving his thick length into my ass.

There's no resistance as he takes my body, no struggle to accept him. I'm open and pliant. The only pain I feel is the sting of the two bites on my neck, but even that is mixed up with the waves of pleasure rolling through my entire being.

Griff is slow, but powerful. He makes me feel every inch as it drags in and out. And on every stroke backward, he makes me whine before putting his cock back inside.

Giving into them, letting them take charge and direct me, allowing the pack to both order me around and guide me through this experience is the most natural thing in the world.

For the first time in my life, I feel like myself.

There are no more words. Only instinct. While Griff fucks me, Heath and Ridge come to sit on either side of me. They each take one of my hands in theirs. Not to hold me down, just to hold hands. Their fingers lace between mine.

I keep my eyes open, staring into Griff's blue gaze. He teases my cock and twists my nipples, making me arch underneath him. I'm close. I'm so close. My balls are pulling upward and my thighs can't stop shaking. I lose control, my heels digging into the back of Griff's thighs and squeezing Heath and Ridge's hands.

I'm coming. My seed spills in a hot spurt, dripping beads of pearly white along my stomach. Griff doesn't stop. His thrusts become rougher as he pursues the peak of his pleasure, rutting into me hard and making me cry out, my moans loud and obscene as he mates me.

When he comes, his teeth latch onto the front of my throat, right over my Adam's apple. Griff is the last one. The last cock and the last bite, with that it's done.

I belong to them, I'm all theirs.

That howl in my ears is louder than ever. I think about the keen edge of winter, the still and quiet air. The promise of rest and hope for renewal. Griff's eyes...the icy blue of them.

I gasp as he pulls out of me, wiping his wet cock against my thigh. Griff doesn't leave the bed. He collapses next to me and holds me close. Keeps me at his side. Heath and Ridge find their spots as well. Ridge takes my other side, kissing my sweaty brow, and in a sudden crack of bone and skin, Heath takes his wolf form and curls at my feet.

Surrounded by the pack, by my pack, I fall asleep as the first rays of a new day sneak through the window.

Chapter 12

Wren

When I wake, only Ridge is in the cabin. He's frying up fatty pieces of bacon and browning thick slices of bread in a pan. He pauses his cooking to kiss my cheek. And presents me with another change of clothes.

It feels...surreal.

The only reason I know I'm not dreaming is because of the soreness around my throat. I stare into the bathroom mirror for a long time, tracing the kisses on my neck. A kiss, not a bite, because there's no break in my skin. No blood drawn. No hurt. I feel those marks every time I draw breath, but I have no pain.

One by one, I trace every kiss, admiring the pretty discoloration on my skin. A pleasant purple. Like ripe plums.

The basin of water in the bathroom is warm. I gratefully make use of every drop, wiping away the stickiness of sweat and dried come off my skin. There's a pair of cotton boxers this time. Along with dark jeans that are loose around my hips, but don't threaten to immediately fall off. I also pull on an undershirt and dark green flannel shirt along with a thick pair of woolen socks. I'm grateful for the layers.

Outside the window is sunshine, but there's a chill in the air. Autumn has reached peak strength.

Ridge waits for me at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. "How're you feeling, darling?" he asks.

"I'm good. I slept really well."

Ridge smiles. "We decided to let you sleep in, figured you needed it. You should eat up. It's almost noon."

I feel a peace I've never known before. The rest of the day stretches before me like an invitation. I have nowhere to be and nothing to do. Nobody expects anything of me. No demands. The only thing waiting for me is breakfast.

I sit down carefully and pick up a piece of bacon, eagerly eating it in just a few quick bites. "Where are the others?"

"Griff left early to do a lap around the territory. Heath is out in the yard. You got Heath's trousers on, you know. He hardly ever wears them."

"Does he ever wear anything?"

"Not really," Ridge chuckles. "I fixed the hems so they won't drag on you."