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Mack

The gods fucking hated me.

It wasn’t just that I was the son of a male who managed to hurt the one woman the fates decided he would love.

I had to get behind the wheel, look into the rear view mirror, and get a front row seat to this.

Harper giggling as she clambered into the back, obviously drunk, then the other two idiots solved the argument of who was going to sit in the back with her by both taking a spot either side of her.

And didn’t that bring up memories.

That damn dream… I’d woken up, hard and aching, sucking in breaths as I felt the aftershocks of pleasure wracking my whole body, cum cooling on my stomach. This morning, I’d dismissed it as some kind of wet dream or something, even if it felt too damn real.

Because it was.

My packmates had sandwiched Harper between them then as well, sliding their hands up her sides, cupping those fucking breasts that demanded I kiss every inch of them.

But this time her hands slid across their knees.

They both went perfectly still, as if scared that if they moved, she’d stop.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, those pretty pink lips curving, right as she said, “You right to drive?”

No, I fucking was not.

I’d only had one shot and one beer, and after a few hours, my shifter metabolism had burned that away, which didn’t explain this.

The way my head felt like it was swimming, drunk on the pheromones that were perfuming the car.

My tongue flicked out, coating my bottom lip as she turned.

Kieran looked elated, already moving closer, then stopping to allow her to close the gap.

He sucked in his breath, barely able to suppress his reaction as Harper kissed him.

And I knew why.

That grunt of satisfaction, the way he pulled her closer, wanting, needing her on his lap.

I was connected on a soul-deep level with the guys the moment we formed a pack, but I’d never understood Kieran more than I did right now.

Harper pulled away, smiling to soften the blow, then turned around to face Tor.

Usually you couldn’t shut Kitty Cat up, but he was real quiet right now.

He stared at her mouth, trying to memorise a shape I already knew by heart.

His hand went to her hair, playing with the strands before darting closer.

“Mm…”

She’d make that satisfied hum when she was full of me, her cunt strangling my knot.

I’d make sure of it as she rode one wave of pleasure after another.

My hands would slide up her ribcage, just like Kieran’s did now.

I’d cup those breasts, finding her nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I’d?—

“So are we going?”

Tor smirked as he pulled away from Harper, and that had me throwing the car into gear and reversing out of the car park, my eyes trained on the road. That way I didn’t turn around at the sound of moans from the back seat, growing louder and more intense by the second.

They were making a mistake.

We’d only met Harper a few days ago, and now they were virtually dry humping in the car?

No, more than that, I realised, as we pulled up in our driveway and I got out.

Tor spilled out and Harper came with him, the two of them laughing as Kieran tilted her head his way.

A hand around her throat, another sliding down her stomach, he kissed her sounds of pleasure away as he undid the top button of her jeans.

“Any chance of taking this inside?” I sounded ten times bitchier than I intended. “Not sure if the neighbours want to see you lot fucking on the front lawn.”

“You OK with that?” Kieran asked Harper, rubbing small circles on her stomach.

“Just try and stop me.”

She grabbed both their hands, tugging them towards a front door I was forced to unlock.

I stood back, watching them pass, finding Tor pinned against the wall, Harper kissing him, as Kieran did the same to her neck.

I wanted to pull them all apart, sending each one to the corner of the room and telling them everything they were doing wrong…

Right before I stepped in and did the same.

In some ways it was easier before shifters came out from the shadows. Due to the fact that most fated mates didn’t know shifters were real, there was a process that was followed. Get to know your mate, woo her, then start tugging her shirt up and over her head.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” Harper asked in a husky voice as Tor flicked open her bra clasp.

“Nope.” He grinned. “Just a really, really fast learner.”

“Maybe you can teach us exactly what you like in my bedroom,” Kieran rumbled.

I barely suppressed the desire to roll my eyes.

“OK…”

Don’t look this way , I thought. Do not look at me right now, Harper.

But of course, she didn’t listen to my silent prayer. Instead, she turned around, her bra hanging off her shoulders, her t-shirt on the ground, and she never looked so beautiful.

“Are you gonna join us, Mack?”

Yes, that’s what the wolf snapped inside me, but I was used to his bullshit. If I did everything he swore needed to happen, I’d be in jail serving life for several murders. Instead, I just shook my head, then pushed past them.

“I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on.”

That had me stomping down the hallway and into the living room, the laptop taunting me as I got closer.

It’s cool case wasn’t what I wanted in my hands, she was.

The wolf caught their muffled banter, the low laughter, no doubt directed at me, then the opening and closing of a door.

Peace and quiet settled over the house, but it missed me completely.

My fingers flew over the keyboard as I inputted my password.

Once I was in, I just stared at the desktop icon for our invoicing software, unable to get myself to click on it.

I could jump on the internet instead, my mind told me.

Open an incognito browser and find that porn site I was perusing last night, scrolling and scrolling until I found her.

Not as beautiful as Harper, but if I squinted my eyes slightly, that halo of dark brown hair, those pouty lips, belonged to my fated mate, not a porn actress.

That made watching her take multiple dicks a difficult thing.

Porn was kinda like drinking too much beer or eating too much sugar.

It made me feel queasy, all while experiencing a strange kind of thrill.

Trouble was, that overheated state was what had me jumping into Harper’s dreams, so I shook my head and opened up the invoices.

“Mm…”

That damn cat-like purr. Harper rivalled Tor with that sound.

Who’s paid and who needs following up? I said to myself, trying to get on track. Who hasn’t paid their damn invoices for weeks?

“Yes…”

What the hell were they doing to Harper to make her sound like that?

Were they kissing those lips, maybe sucking those cute little nipples of hers?

Or had they moved on, kissing their way down her stomach in an attempt to get their mouths on the ultimate prize?

My hand slid down, the heel of it grinding into my rock hard dick.

It throbbed like a sore tooth, but I didn’t want to press my tongue into it, but hers.

“Oh god…”

That ragged prayer jerked me out of my seat, the wolf taking over. He stalked down the dark hallway, wanting more. I could hear the pant of his breath in my ear, his whine, right up until I reached Kieran’s door.

They hadn’t bothered to shut it properly, hence why I was hearing the sounds they were making.

“Fuck, Harper…” Tor groaned, kissing her shoulder as his hand covered her breast.

Somehow they’d gotten her naked, the thin beam of light from the hall turning her to silver. The guys still had their pants on, thank the gods for small mercies, but not for long. She pulled away, trying very hard to resist their caresses, as her hands clawed at their belts.

“Harper…” Tor tried to knock her hands away, but without any real effort.

He could’ve held her off with one finger if he really wanted to.

“Holy shit…” he hissed as she slid his zipper down.

As she turned around, Kieran moved, spreading her thighs wide as he lay down on the bed before pulling her hips down on his face.

“Oh!” A little yip and then her back arched, a self-satisfied smile spreading across her face. “Oh, oh yes…”

Her hips moved back and forth as she ground herself into Kieran’s face, and I thought that might be it. Harper wasn’t so easily deterred, though. Her eyes flicked open as she looked up into Tor’s eyes, right as she eased his zipper down.

“Fuck, Harper, I need…”

To stop this shit and spend some time getting to know each other.

To wait until we were sure we were all on the same page.

Forging a pack was hard enough, and there was no sex involved there.

Now we were bringing our fated mate into things, we needed to take it slower.

Tor needed to tell her that he was packing a whole lot more than a human.

Something she was about to find out.

“Oh…” Tor looked down, his whole body rigid as she peeled his pants back, then pushed his underwear down. “Are those…?”

“My spines?” Tor wheezed that out. “Yeah, we really should’ve… Shit!”

I’d heard horror stories of fated mates finding out how we are different biologically to human men, but right as I was replaying them, a slow smile spread across her face.

It was marred by a slight frown, her hips shifting in time with Kieran’s strokes, but that didn’t stop her from conducting her own experiments.

Her hand slid up his shaft, then one finger traced the shape of one of his spines.

“Fuck…” Tor threw his head back, every stomach muscle tensed in response. “Fuck, Harper, that feels so damn good. Babe, I?—”

“Need to explain how we’re different.” Kieran pulled free, Harper’s slick making his face shine as he rose up on his knees. “We have extras.”

“I can see that.”

She was like a kid in a candy store, and I knew exactly how Tor was feeling.

My knot throbbed at the base of my dick, reminding me of the way she’d wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. No shrieks of terror, no recoiling. Harper just found the core of me and blew my fucking mind. Which is what she was doing to Tor.

“You like that?” she asked, looking up at him.

“You’re driving me out of my damn mind is what you’re doing, Harper. I can’t…” He sucked in a breath and then pushed her hand away, but not before a helpless spurt of precum escaped him. “I can’t take that right now.”

“The spines are sensitive?” she asked, not to be dissuaded.

“So very much.” He gripped the base of his dick.

“They’re made from cartilage, so they can’t hurt you.

” She was drawn up, his hands going to her face.

“Instead, they’re supposed to help me lock down inside you.

” Her eyes went wide as he drew closer. “Hold me in place, every thrust driving me insane, and you along with me. They’ll dig in right where you need it and?—”

“Show me.”

Harper pushed him flat on his back, then moved to straddle him, only for Kieran to step in and pluck her off.

“Soon.”

His hand slid down and she went limp against his chest as he found her clit.

Long, slow caresses distracted her completely.

Her head lolled against his shoulder as he worked her higher.

Kieran nodded to Tor, who moved forward, crouching down for a taste.

That rough tongue of his seemed to hit the spot by the sound of her whimper.

I’d held it together, sheer will keeping me right where I was, but that was all it took to undo me.

My belt fought me, my zipper too, as I tried to wrench my pants down.

This was completely different to having a furtive little wank over porn.

No post-nut clarity would have me recoiling in shame.

My cock slapped against my palm, my knot swelling tighter, and then my hand moved up, tracing every aching inch of me as the other two went to work.