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touching him, feeling him, making him feel her. “Love you!”
    “And I love you!” Jonah roared, his head thrown back. “I never… shit, you two are… But I’m pack. I’m the second in command, and I can’t...”
    She knew.
    She knew, and she didn’t know how to fix it.
     
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    Jonah almost sobbed, fighting to put some space between Liv’s soft skin and his. This whole thing was getting too serious, too intense.
    Olivia and Hank were temptations molded into flesh, and he wanted them. Both. Permanently.
    Liv’s teeth sank into his earlobe, shocking him. “Stop thinking about them. Right now you’re ours. This is a sacred place, outside of time.”
    He wished that was true. He did.
    Hank was still pacing, almost fuzzy in his worry. It totally freaked the coyote when the apex predators fought. He supposed he understood. A little.
    “Boy. Come here.” Jonah held one hand out to Hank, his other arm holding Olivia close. She was right. He was here, now. It was time to love, time to explore and play.
    Hank cuddled into his side, fuzzy belly sliding on his hip. Their touches soothed him to the bone, and he hummed, lifting them both and carrying them to the bed. He wanted Olivia mindless with pleasure, screaming for them to push her over the edge.
    He wanted her. Now.
    Jonah stretched her out on the bed, taking a hard, toothy kiss from Hank before sending him to the head of the bed. “Hold her, boy. I’m hungry.”
    Her skin was creamy, the hollow of her belly begging to be touched, bitten. He dragged his fingers up along her legs, dragging the backs against her on the way up and using his palms to massage her on the way down. It took three or four passes before she relaxed, but she did and then Hank began massaging her arms, her wrists, her hands.
    She made the best noises, low and nearly subvocal, but they were pitched to echo in his soul, ring in his fucking bones.
    He spread her, his mouth watering as he let his eyes take the path his fingers soon would. Up those long, perfect legs, over silky smooth inner thighs and then brushing the glistening black curls that hid perfect pink folds from him. She was tart, sweet, a mixture of apple and honey and cream.
    His nostrils flared, the world tightening to the apex of her thighs.
    Without Jonah having to ask, Hank reached down, spread Liv with gentle fingers, and bared her cunt to him.
    Jonah licked his lips before he went after her, his mouth finding her easily. He moaned as the first hint of her flavor hit his tongue, tart and sweet.
    She pushed up with her hips, but Hank held her down for him. “Let him love you, lady.”
    “I want that.” Liv moved restlessly, and Jonah licked at her, using his tongue to trace circles around her clit. He loved this, teasing and tasting, bringing them all what they needed.
    Liv was so beautiful. So fucking perfect.
    He eased his fingers into her body, the ridged muscles gripping him, holding him tight. Jonah hummed, and Hank laughed softly. “Is she so tight, Jonah?”
    “She’s perfect.” He lapped at her, playing, trying to give her just enough sensation to push her higher.
    She shivered, her thighs shuddering against his shoulders.
    He glanced up to see Hank lying beside them, his mouth on Liv’s breast. Hank wore a look that spoke of pure peace. Their amazing boy lived to serve, to give pleasure.
    Jonah lived to fuck. Kinda.
    He dove back in, pushing another finger deep, stroking her inside as he lapped and sucked as her sensitive clit. He could do this forever, but Jonah knew he wouldn’t need to. His girl would come for them soon.
    She was already beginning to purr, to twist and undulate. So strong. Jonah ran his hands over her thighs, feeling her muscles flex.
    He fastened his lips over her nub, sucking strongly, making her feel it.
    A soft shriek told Jonah he’d struck gold, and he growled, knowing the vibration would make her crazy. That’s what he wanted. Insane horny kitty.
    “Sweet lady,” Hank said.