beautiful, soft where he and Kody were hard.
Sammy arched, her hard, swollen nipples too close to his lips to ignore. Mesa leaned in,
pulled one in, sucking firmly. Need slammed against him, made him pull harder. God, they made
his head swim. Made him pant.
Kody’s fingers wrapped around his cock, pulled him so that his prick slipped against wet,
hot folds. Oh. Oh, fuck. He pushed a little, easing up.
“I…” She blinked at him. “But I don’t know you. How can I want you?”
“We’re together.” He smiled for her, pushing home. Oh. Oh, hot. Wet. Slick. His eyes
rolled, and her soft little moan slid over his skin. “Sweet lady. Kody. So sweet.”
“She’s perfect.” Kody pressed behind her, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs rubbing the
nipples. “Oh, God. Mates.”
Mesa felt her pleasure, felt the tight walls of her cunt squeeze his cock as Kody touched
her. He put one hand on Kody’s body, needing all three of them grounded, right there. Then he
started to move.
He could hear Kody’s cry, echoing through him, inside him. Sammy’s head lifted, eyes
huge. “What was that?”
“That was us, honey. That was us. Our Kody is so fucking smart.”
“Us? Oh…” Her words faded as Kody’s hand slipped between them, fingers moving to
touch where they were connected, to work that little bundle of nerves that made a woman crazed.
“Yeah.” Mesa’s head fell back, his hips rolling. He could just explode. Sammy wasn’t
passive at all. She rode him as if he were a prize pony, body sliding on his cock, taking him deep, over and over. Mesa gritted his teeth, his hand groping down along Kody’s body. They needed to be together on this.
“Mates.” Kody’s cock was wet-tipped, hot, sliding on his palm.
“Your mates, baby.” This was the next step in his Alpha trials, and he figured he was
passing with flying colors.
“Yes.” Kody buried his face in the curve of Sammy’s neck, mouth open, teeth scraping
her skin.
He bit off a growl. Kody and Sammy had been together a while. He needed to let Kody
have some ground. Some. Kody’s eyes met his, intense arousal hitting him square in the base of his spine. He jerked, pulling Kody to him for a toothy kiss. He could only give so much rope.
“Oh, fuck. So hot.” Sammy cried out, arching above them, his cock almost slipping free.
Kody pushed her down, slamming them together, and he damned near lost it.
Mates. His mates.
Yours . Kody’s voice echoed inside his head.
Mesa pulled Sammy down, adding his bite to the one Kody had almost left. Her flavor hit
him like a drug, and he bit harder, her wild cry splitting the air.
He moved faster and faster, pushing into her. His balls drew up, his cock aching. Kody
moaned, rubbing against him, against her, the scent of need the only thing in the air.
“Come on, baby. Come on.”
“Yes. Us. All of us.” Kody’s growl split the air even as Sammy jerked, body rippling
around him.
Mesa howled when he came, his body trying to shift, trying to let the wolf claim what
was his. Kody was shaking, face changing, muzzle growing.
Yes. He howled again, pulling back, his hands still on their skin.
Sammy was staring, looking between them, eyes wild and terrified. He held her, looking
into her eyes, willing her to understand. Willing Kody to get into her head. A soft howl sounded, Sammy calling for help, and Kody came closer, singing to her, to him, calling to them. Mesa
shuddered, trying to hold on long enough to help her. This was so not his strong suit.
Kody was fully wolf now, licking her face, scenting her. Sammy was yelping, body
fighting to change.
“Come on.” He growled it more than said it, but there was Command in it, plain and
simple.
Sammy jerked away from them, hands curled into claws, screaming in terror as she
changed.
He barked out an order to Kody. They couldn’t lose her, even if she ran. They had to
keep her with them.
Kody circled her, lapping at her face as her
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