“You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
“Good.”
He pulls me to his bedroom; the door clicking shut behind us. My pulse stutters when he spins me around, backing me against the door, his grin turning downright sinful.
“Callen,” I whisper, my heart racing.
“I’ve got an idea,” he whispers, leaning in until his lips brush my ear. “If Remy’s instincts won’t let him rest, then let’s give him something else he can’t ignore.”
It takes me a second to work out what he’s planning, but when it clicks, heat rushes to my cheeks. “You mean…?”
“Oh, I mean exactly what you think.” His hands slide to my hips, pulling me against him. “Let’s make him feel what he’s missing by not being here.”
My breath catches. This feels a little reckless, but God, the thought of pulling Remy back to me through the bond this way makes my entire body hum.
Callen kisses me then, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, his tongue teasing mine until I’m clutching at his shirt. The tension between us sparks to life, hot and electric, and I know Remy will feel every flicker of it.
The idea makes me moan into Callen’s mouth, and his answering growl vibrates against my lips. He lifts me easily, carrying me the few steps to his bed, laying me down with a tenderness that is a stark contrast to the heat in his eyes.
“Let him feel everything,” Callen whispers, trailing kisses down my throat, his hand sliding beneath Ryder’s shirt to stroke my bare skin. “Let him learn what happens when he leaves you aching.”
Callen kisses his way down my body until he reaches my s*x. Then his kisses turn into licks that have me writhing on the bed. I cry out and lift my hips from the bed, desperate for more.
I feel a flicker of something, an awareness that isn’t mine. Just the thought of Remy knowing what I’m feeling right now drives me wild and tips me over the edge in record timing.
“Callen,” I pant his name over and over as my fingers thread through his hair.
I’m so lost in the sensation, in the pleasure flowing through me in waves, that I don’t hear anyone approach until the bedroom door flies open.
Remy.
He stands there, his chest heaving, his eyes glowing with something dark and hungry. His gaze locks on me sprawled on Callen’s bed, shirt rumpled, lips kiss-swollen, and then on
Callen, smirking up at him from between my legs.
The bond surges between us, a tidal wave of fury and need that makes me gasp.
Remy steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him.
His voice comes out in a low growl. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Callen grins, brushing a finger over my sensitive p*ssy like he’s staking his claim. “Getting your attention.”
Remy watches Callen touch me before his eyes snap to mine, burning. I see the fury there, but also the hunger. The desperate, aching want for me.
The air in the room grows thick with tension.
Remy’s chest heaves with every breath, his every muscle looks coiled tight, but his eyes are locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world. The bond pulses, flooding me with his rage and hunger, with a desperate, unrelenting need he’s trying to fight.
I should be nervous, but all I feel is a want that makes my skin prickle and my breaths become shallow.
“Remy,” I whisper, half a plea, half a challenge.
He takes a step forward. Then another. He doesn’t stop until he’s right at the edge of the bed, towering over us. His hands are clenched at his sides, and his control is hanging by a thread.
“You think this is a game?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
**Paige’s POV **
Callen leans down, pressing a slow kiss against my inner thigh, deliberately taunting him. Not a game,” he murmurs against my skin. “A reminder.” He grins wickedly as he looks up at Remy. “She’s ours, Rem, and we are hers. You can’t keep running from it.”
Something inside Remy snaps.
In one swift motion, he’s on me, hauling me up by the waist and pulling me against his chest, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that steals every thought from my head. It’s fierce, but underneath the fire there’s something raw, something that trembles with need.
I melt into him, fingers trailing over his bare chest, drinking him in like I’ve been starving. His muscles are hard and defined, and I trace over them with admiration. He’s perfection.
Behind us, Callen chuckles. “Finally.”
Remy tears his mouth from mine, his forehead pressing to mine as his breath comes ragged. “You drive me insane,” he whispers, voice hoarse. His hands tighten on my hips, like he’s scared to let go. “I can’t think straight when you’re not near me. I can’t…”
“Then don’t leave,” I breathe.
That’s all it takes. He crashes back into me, kissing me like it’s the last breath he’ll ever take, like he’s making up for every night he’s kept himself away. His hands roam greedily, tugging Ryder’s shirt up until cool air rushes across my skin.
Callen is there too, sliding behind me on the bed, his chest warm against my back. His hands curl around my thighs, stroking slowly upward until Remy growls against my mouth.
“She’s not just yours,” Callen says smoothly, lips brushing my ear. “She’s mine too. Ours.” His teeth graze the curve of my neck, right where Remy had marked me, sending shivers racing down my spine.
The sound that rips from Remy is half snarl, half groan. He doesn’t stop kissing me, but his grip tightens, pulling me closer like he might never let me go.
I gasp when Callen slips his hands around me, palming my breasts, his thumbs circling my n*****s until I arch against both of them. The tension between them is molten, and my mind goes back to watching them kiss in the woods. I remember how desperately I’d wanted to be between them, and now I am… it’s even better than I’d imagined.
“Paige,” Remy rasps, dragging his lips down my throat, his teeth grazing over the spot his wolf had left his mark. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
Callen laughs softly, but there’s heat in it. “She does. She feels it. Just like I do.” He nips at my shoulder, his other hand slipping lower, stroking between my legs until I’m trembling.
The bond between us all hums so intensely I can hardly breathe. Every brush of Callen’s hands, every hungry kiss from Remy, every shudder that runs through me, it all circles back around to them, making us all burn hotter.
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