My back arches as he fills me, deeper, somehow different from Ryder Every inch of him hitting nerves that are already oversensitive and aching for more.
“Sh*t,” I gasp, clutching the sheets. “Callen.”
“I know,” he groans, dropping his head to the crook of my neck as his whole body trembles. “I know, baby. I feel it too.”
“Be careful, Cal,” Ryder warns, and Callen nods, pulling away from my neck with what looks like a tremendous effort.
I’m about to ask what’s wrong, but all words and reasonable thoughts leave me as Callen starts to move with a punishing rhythm. His hands pin mine to the mattress, fingers laced with mine like he needs the contact just as much as the friction.
“You feel f*cking perfect,” he grits out. “You were made to take us.”
His words make me clench around him, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts, and he hisses through his teeth. “F*ck, Paige, you’re killing me.”
He releases my hands and grips my legs, lifting them until my knees are almost touching my chest. The new angle has me seeing stars, each thrust hitting the spot where I need him the most.
I cry out, gripping the sheets.
??????
“That’s it,” he growls. “You want it rough, little human?”
“Yes… Please,” I pant.
“You want to be used like our perfect little mate?”
“Yes!” I gasp. “Don’t stop!”
Callen loses control then, and he starts slamming into me, his breath ragged as he chases both of our highs.
“You’re mine,” he growls, eyes lock on mine. “Say it.”
“I’m yours. I’m both of yours.”
Ryder groans beside us, watching with heated eyes. His hand strokes my thigh as Callen drives into me again and again.
“I’m going to… I can’t… oh my god…”
“Do it,” Callen demands. “Come for me. Show us who you belong to.”
I shatter. My body convulsing and a scream tearing from my throat as pleasure crashes through me. Callen curses as his thrusts become erratic. He buries himself deep and follows me over the edge.
His mouth finds mine again, softer now, kissing me through the aftershocks as our bodies tremble. together.
He pulls out slowly, falling to my side, and both men wrap around me. A twin on each side, holding me like I’m the centre of their universe, and with this mate bond, maybe I am.
For the first time in forever, I don’t feel lost. I feel claimed. I feel like I’ve come home.
My body hums with pleasure, every nerve still tingling. I know I’ll be sore tomorrow, but in the best way.
I don’t remember the last time I felt like this. I feel full in every way. I rest my head on Ryder’s chest and look up at him.
His eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, then presses his lips. to my temple. “You okay?”
I nod, unable to speak around the lump in my throat.
Callen shifts behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to the curve of my shoulder while Ryder’s fingers trace patterns on my arm. Callen pulls the blanket up over us and then slides a hand beneath it to lace our fingers together.
“You did so good, baby,” Callen whispers.
“You’re incredible, Paige,” Ryder hums.
I smile sleepily, burrowing closer to Ryder and suddenly my mind flashes back to the night in the tent. Us in this same position before I woke up and my world shattered. It’s different this time, though. We have Callen to keep us all glued together now, and I believe Ryder when he says he won’t leave again.
The last thing I feel is Callen’s hand brushing over my thigh and Ryder’s arm pulling me closer, their scents
I and warmth cocooning me in. I’ve never felt safer.
With my quieted brain and sated body, I let go and finally drift off to sleep.
**Paige’s POV **
I wake up to warmth.
Surrounded by body heat. It’s everywhere.
I blink, and it takes a second for my brain to catch up.
Callen is behind me, one arm around my waist, his warm breath on the back of my neck. Ryder is in front of me, one leg thrown over mine.
I’m sandwiched, naked, and sore in all the best ways.
My cheeks flame as I’m hit with the full memory of last night. The things they said. The way they touched. me. The way I let them.
Crap!
What did I do?
Panic flutters in my chest, but under the awkwardness and the ‘what now?… there’s something else.
A sense of rightness. Like I’ve crossed some invisible line and found solid ground here between these men… or shifters. Christ. This is all still insane.
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