turned his attention to Taylor. Now lucid enough to worry about her comfort, he was pleased to see that she seemed to be enjoying it.
He knew that his coherence was fleeting. Soon, perhaps even before Hale was finished, he would be hard and ready to mate again. The cycle would repeat itself for days, until her scent normalized.
Alder hoped that when Hale was done, he would at least have the good sense to bring her over to the furs where she would be more comfortable. It was going to be a long night.
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Taylor woke to Alder climbing on top of her…or was it Hale?
Sometime between when she had fallen asleep and now, the fire had gone out, plunging the room in darkness. She tried to take stock of her situation, but her brain felt like a bag of marbles that had been dropped on the floor. Memories scattered in every direction, rolling out to the obscure recesses of her mind.
She felt soft fur against her cheek and knew that she must have been lying on the pallet. Her body was jostled as strong hands maneuvered her hips, causing the fur to tease at her nipples. Despite a dull ache between her thighs, she realized that she was deeply aroused.
Her torso was angled to the side as a mouth latched on to one of her nipples. Her hands sought out her mate, and she ran her fingers through his thick hair. Behind her, a hard rod of flesh pressed against her entrance.
Both of them. It was both of them.
She didn’t know which was who, but as a hot tongue swirled around her nipple and a stiff member pushed inside of her, she didn’t care.
The male at her breast reached down to gently stroke her clit with two fingers. As she was already being thrust into from behind, the soft touch was enough to send her sailing towards orgasm.
Her body convulsed as she came, powerful sensations rippling, invigorating her tired body. The male behind her soon followed, snarling as he took his release inside her.
She caught one of the marbles.
Hale . He snarls when he comes.
In fact, he’d been snarling all night. She remembered the first time Hale had climaxed, when Alder had tried to take her back. Hale had made a sound to rival that of a feral beast and she had been sure that they would fight. Rather than being afraid, the thought of them fighting over her had been…exhilarating.
When Hale stopped shuddering, Alder released her breast. None too gently, he pushed his brother from atop her. She gasped as Hale’s softening penis slipped from her, only to moan a second later when it was immediately replaced by Alder’s fully erect one.
As Alder began to thrust into her, Taylor’s hand sought out Hale’s in the darkness. He found hers first and he laced their fingers together.
She caught another one of the marbles.
Her reason for agreeing to this.
It should have been that she wanted to be a mother, or even that she wanted to make Alder happy.
Maybe those things had factored into her decision, but in the end, there was only one, true reason. Hale had told her early on that once she was pregnant, he’d no longer have any interest in her, and she needed him to lose interest. If he kept inserting himself into her life, if he kept smiling at her, kissing her, and holding her in his arms, she was going to fall deeply and horribly in love with him. More in love with him than she already was.
So she was going to be with Alder, have a family with him, and move on with her life. Hale would lose interest in her, and eventually, she would lose interest in him, too.
It was selfish of her. So fucking selfish. But she could hate herself later.
Right now, all that existed in the darkness was sensation. She let go of the marble and allowed herself to slip back into the merciful delirium of the mating thrall.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hale sat at the water’s edge, watching as Alder bathed Taylor in the pool. She had only just awoken and her head lolled from side to side, her heavy-lidded eyes unfocused. Holding her neck, Alder adjusted her head to rest