Rebecca’s Wolves(35)

Her world shifted as she slipped into another dimension. Every muscle in her body participated in this orgasm. It blended with those of Griffen and Miles, whose cocks were now buried deep, no longer moving, pulsing inside her.

They both cried out. She heard her name several times among the moans.

Her arms wouldn’t hold her up any longer. They shook. She collapsed onto Griffen’s chest. His hands went around her and held her tight.

She blew long hairs out of her face to no avail. Sweat poured from her brow to drip on his pecs.

His chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath. They all did.

She whimpered audibly when Miles slowly pulled out.

He dropped alongside their tangle of bodies, his hand on her lower back below Griffen’s grip. His breaths hit her arm, and he kissed the spot where his lips were right next to her. “Holy shit,” he muttered.

Griffen chuckled, his chest vibrating. “There are no words.”

Rebecca couldn’t make her mouth move. It would take too much energy. They were right. I’m never leaving here. Shit.

Miles chuckled. “You should have listened to us. We tried to tell you.” His hand drew circles on her back and ass.

She lifted her face abruptly with energy she didn’t know she possessed and turned to look at him.

“We can hear your thoughts now, love.” He shrugged.

Her eyes went wide. “You what?”

He chuckled again, a deep sound she loved. “Mates can hear each other’s thoughts.”

Griffen reached out to brush her hair away from her face.

She groaned and set her cheek back down, her burst of energy spent. “Thank God I didn’t think something mean like that one or both of you sucked in bed,” she grumbled.

Griffen’s chest rose and fell again with his chuckles. He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tighter. “Well you did finish your thoughts with an expletive. I believe it was ‘shit.’”

“I have a life, you know. A full one. A busy one. I have my job and my training. I don’t have time for men right now.”

“Well,” Miles began, “now you have a fuller, busier life. And we’ll help you juggle. Don’t worry so hard. We will work out the logistics.”

A new thought wiggled into her head, and she lifted herself up. “Dammit. We didn’t even use condoms.”

Griffen stroked a finger up her neck. “It’s okay, baby. We don’t carry human diseases.”

She narrowed her gaze. “That’s your only concern?”

He furrowed his brow. “I’m not worried about anything. I was just grasping at the typical human response.”

“Okay, so pregnancy isn’t a concern of yours?” You’re both weirder than I thought.

Miles reached for her and tugged her hair gently to get her to face him. “It’s a little different for us, love. We can scent when you’re fertile. You aren’t right now.”

She gasped. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” Miles shrugged.

“Jesus.” She pulled herself off Griffen’s chest again. This time she lifted her pussy off his cock and climbed over him to sit on his other side. She stared at both grinning men and then flopped down on the bed on her back and threw her arm over her face. “I’m in over my head.”





Chapter Twelve


Miles couldn’t sleep. Even though he hadn’t slept much last night and the entire day had been non-stop, he still couldn’t sleep. It was late, two in the morning. The moon was almost full, and a beam of light shone through the window to illuminate the room. He leaned against the headboard, staring down at his sexy mate, stroking his fingers through a long lock of her amazing hair.

He’d known even when she had the braids in it would be amazing, but it surpassed that. It was spectacular. He loved the way it draped around him or trailed across his chest.

She was dead asleep, and for the first time he saw her face in a relaxed state. When she was awake, and even last night when she’d slept in his arms outside, she’d constantly been flinching, her face scrunched with stress.

But now she was finally sated and calm.

Griffen slept on the other side of her, equally dead to the world.

Hell, Miles should be out of it also, but his pile of stress was higher than either of theirs. He knew things they did not. He knew even though his grandmother appeared to be a crazy old woman, she was wise. If she said the spirits were angry, then there was reason to be concerned.

He wasn’t convinced the warning had been extended simply to impress upon the three of them to mate. Claiming Rebecca had been inevitable. They didn’t need some sort of black shadow to press the point or give their mating urgency. Mating was an urgent matter by default.