Page 9 of Shared With The Pack

I moan as Heath's cock rubs against mine. Though the pleasure is short-lived. Ridge wakes up. He sits up and reaches over, pushing Heath off me with only one bulky arm. The movement is so strong it sends Heath tumbling off the bed.

"Heath, what are you doing?"

I reach for Ridge's arm, staying him from doing anything else. I have to use both of my hands to reach all the way around his forearm. "It's alright," I tell him. "I want...please."

I can't make myself say it, but Heath has no problem voicing the desires humming in the air. He's loud and proud. Entirely shameless.

"Come, we will mate him," Heath says, laughing as he crawls back into bed. "Together, yes? One mate for us all."

This isn't what I had in mind when I thought about making myself useful or repaying these werewolves for their help, but I can't say the idea is unwanted. Ridge's gaze on me is so soft and warm. Full of full love. Another thing I've never known. That's crazy to think, right? I've only just met them. Yet I know it's true.

"You don't have to do this, Wren."

"I know." Nobody is going to force me to do anything here.

After all, they aren't my family.

But maybe...maybe I could be part of their pack.

Chapter 9

Wren

My face flushes. My tongue freezes inside my mouth. I'm not able to tell Ridge how much I want this, but I can show him. I bring his hand to my lap. His fingers tentatively flex over my erection as it tents up the front of my borrowed sweatpants. Slow and gentle is Ridge's way. He palms my hard-on and cups my face, pressing a soft, closed-mouth kiss over my lips.

"Alright," Ridge breathes, "but only if you really want this. Mating isn't just sex, you understand?"

"It is for life," Heath smiles against the nape of my neck, his sleek and muscular arms draping around me as he pulls my back against his chest. "You will never be alone again."

Griff is the sole dissent in the rise of passionate tension and swirl of pheromones heating the room.

"Y'all are talking nonsense." His arms are crossed over tightly his chest. Too tightly, I realize. His fingers look like they're close to drawing blood. It's taking every ounce of his self-control to remain a watcher rather than joining in.

I've already lost control. I close my eyes.

"I've never...I don't know what to do. Just do it to me, please."

I don't care who does it first. Or how it happens. I just want it more than anything. I want them. Whoever is willing, whoever will promise to have me.

Ridge takes my clothes off, and Heath manhandles me into position.

It's oddly exhilarating and strangely comforting. I'm stripped naked and put on my hands and knees in the middle of the mattress, the blankets and pillows pushed away. Somehow, I'm not cold. My arousal makes me run hot, heat spreading throughout my body. I blush, embarrassed but not ashamed.

This is my body and my life.

Heath was right about there being something wild in me. I've unleashed it after a lifetime of letting others keep me caged.

"Please," I pant.

"Patience," Heath chuckles, his palms slipping between my thighs to spread my legs open. "I will prepare you. No fear, I will be gentle."

I'm not really sure what he means until -- I gasp and rock forward, but Heath's grip is like iron. He holds me in place as he buries his face in my ass, licking and sucking.

I guess I am on tonight's menu.

His hands rub the back of my thighs. I think he's trying to comfort me as I struggle to keep my position. I don't know what I should be doing. Or saying. That lost feeling only lasts for a moment, because Ridge shifts to sit before me. He lifts my head up and strokes my curls, kissing my forehead and whispering into my ear.

"You're going to be nice and wet for us, Wren. We're going to make you feel so good."