“I—” I struggle to find the words to explain how I’m feeling. “It isn’t that I don’t believe it. It’s just that this is way outside my comfort zone. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“You would deny our predestined bond again,” FJ’s deep voice sounds like a threat with his breath against my ear. And I feel his hand descend to my mound. “Even as your body calls to us with its heat scent.”
“No, I’m not trying to deny anything, I just—”
I cut off when FJ spreads my pussy lips wide with his thumb and little finger, while the three middle fingers go to work. Plunging in and out of me, making my pussy quiver and tighten around them.
“Do you still also have fear of returning with us to our village?” he asks, his breath hot against the back of my neck now. “Because we have no flushing toilets?”
“Or indoor heating,” I croak, barely able to speak while his fingers move inside of me.
“Ah, you have fear of the cold. I see…” FJ turns his mind to Olafr. “Brother, now has the time come for us to show our mate why she has no reason to fear the cold—here or in our village.”
Olafr captures my mouth in a kiss. And his hand finds my breasts as his brother continues to work me below.
“You will never be cold between us, Varra,” I hear him say inside my head. “This you must believe.”
Oh, I believe. Boy, do I believe. I am definitely not cold. In fact, it feels like my body is on fire as I kiss Olafr back while undulating my hips into FJ’s hand.
But then they both stop. FJ’s hand lifts, settling on my hip at same time Olafr pulls back from our kiss.
The younger brother pins me with his glowing stare while the older one asks inside my mind, “Are you cold now, Varra?”
I shake my head, unable to look away from Olafr. “No, not all,” I admit, softly.
“Will you have us now?” FJ asks out loud.
Yeah…hell, yeah. Is he kidding? My head goes up and down in a frantic bobble. Having one guy stop just as your body is gearing up really sucks. But when two guys stop just as your body is gearing up, while you’re in heat? Well that is just downright shitty. I feel like my entire body is one giant sex organ aching to be filled. “Please, don’t stop.”
FJ places his hand back where I want it, only to pause again.
“Brother, Varra, behold the full moon,” he says, his voice full of awe. This is a sight we three have never witnessed as humans.”
This is true. Once a mating heat has begun, we wolves won’t shift again until three moons after the baby is born. So with true wonder our eyes drift to the large picture window across the room to take in the sight only our wolves have beheld before this. The full moon, which I’ve only ever seen in photos and on TV, takes my breath away. It sits low on the horizon, so big and bright it almost seems to be blessing our strange coupling.#p#分页标题#e#
“In our land, we would take our marriage vows under such a moon,” FJ says inside our heads. “We three in our human forms, while the rest of the pack circles us inside their wolves, howling blessings for our union to the sky above.” He pauses for a thoughtful moment. “Unless I am much mistaken, this day is Freya-Day—Friday. Freya is our goddess of marriage, Varra. With the full moon above, it is a doubly auspicious day for the taking of vows.”
He pauses once more, and this time I can feel the weight and meaning behind his words when he again asks, “Varra, will you have us?”
Olafr also turns to face me. And I begin to realize where this is headed. They want me to promise myself to them. To marry them here, under a full moon, in the way of their pack.
“We would have your answer on this,” Olafr says quietly inside my head. “Will you have us, Varra?”
They don’t need me to make any vows. I’ve already made up my mind to go back with them, our strange mate connection seems to tighten in that moment. Like good code made stronger with the right edit.
I can’t explain it—even to myself. But the moment is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. We are bound together…three wolves under the benevolent watch of our beloved and mysterious moon. How can I not say yes? How can I not make strange vows to these two while bearing witness to our first human moon?
And so I do.
“Yes.” I say aloud, turning my head to hold the gaze of each of them in turn. The fact that I can hold their gazes at all is more proof of the miracle we’ve created within our mating bond in my mind.
FJ cups my upturned face, kissing me as he says inside my head, “And so do we take you as our she-wolf. So will you be ours, always.”