Miles nudged her legs farther apart and fucked her with his fingers until she came. Before she fully caught her breath, he kissed her temple, released her, and gave one final command. “No scissors.” His brow lifted as he left the room.
Rebecca leaned forward, seemingly unable to hold herself up. She planted her hands on the edge of the bed, and Griffen reached out to snag her and haul her onto the mattress. Catching a second wind, he crawled off the bed, positioned her on the edge, spread her legs with his hands, and lowered his mouth to suck her pussy before she knew what was happening enough to put up a struggle.
Her hands landed on his head to push him away for about half a second, and then she gave up and pulled him in tighter.
He grinned against her clit and ate his sweet little mate until she cried out with a second orgasm.
When she finished, he pressed her farther onto the bed, leaned over, kissed her lips, and then left her lying there. “My turn in the shower.”
His cock was so hard, it was about to burst, but her expression was priceless. He’d take care of himself under the warm water. She would be too sore for either man to fuck her right away.
That didn’t stop them from rocking her world, but at least he had the good sense to walk away afterward.
•●•
“I’d like to go check out the apartment today,” Rebecca said over breakfast the next morning. She wore nothing but one of Miles’ T-shirts, and he knew good and well she was squirming against the chair.
He’d always heard about the first few weeks after mating, but it was impossible to grasp the entirety until it happened to him.
Now he was catching on. He wanted her every hour of every day. When she wasn’t in the room, he could smell her lingering scent everywhere.
When Griffen was next to him, he could smell her on his other mate.
It was impossible to concentrate on anything substantial. His cock was always hard, and he knew Griffen was in the same boat.
As for Rebecca, her pheromones leaked from her constantly, a mating call of sorts, and it didn’t abate.
He stiffened. Was he ready to share her with the world?
“Talked to my parents yesterday,” Griffen said as he pushed his plate back. “They’re anxious to meet you.”
“I have to go back to work tomorrow,” she said on top of that.
Miles sighed. They needed to face reality and the rest of the world, though he still had his doubts about their ability to leave the property. So far, every time they tried, they ended up returning. Crazy, since it was incongruent that someone had apparently also vandalized the house. How the hell did that fit in? If the mountain spirits wanted to ensure the mating was secure, why put up road blocks, literally, both at home and out of the house? And why were the spirits still hassling them now that the mating was complete? There had to be some human or shifter messing with them also.
He hadn’t mentioned to either mate the shredded shirt. He winced; he needed to tell them. It was important they stay diligent at all times.
“What is it?” Griffen asked. He was sharper at staying in tune with Miles’ thoughts. That was natural.
Miles took a long drink of his coffee and sat back. “When we came back to the house the other day and found it trashed, there was something I didn’t tell you. Either of you.” He glanced from one to the other.
Griffen furrowed his brow. Rebecca’s eyes went wide.
“Apparently Rebecca missed a shirt when she was packing.”
“A pink tee,” she muttered. “Been wondering where that went.”
“It was on the bed. What was left of it.”
“What do you mean?” Griffen asked, leaning forward.
“Shredded. The only way I could know what it had been was its color. I don’t have anything pink.”
“It was torn up and lying on the bed?” Griffen repeated.
Rebecca stiffened, her hands gripping the sides of the table. “What does that mean?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Griffen asked.
Miles faced Griffen first. “Didn’t want to upset Rebecca further, and then it slipped my mind, honestly.”
Griffen nodded. “What do you make of it?”
Miles inhaled long and slow. “That’s the thing. I can’t come up with any logical explanation. It makes no sense.”
“Can spirits do that?” Rebecca asked. “Can they rip up shirts and throw rocks through windows?”
Miles looked down. “I don’t think so.”
“Jesus.” Griffen stood and began to pace. “So, maybe this had nothing to do with any sort of supernatural phenomenon after all. I mean, we could come up with slightly plausible explanations for almost everything.”