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Harper

Dreams were amazing, but it turned out there was nothing better than the moment when they all came through.

My nails dug into Kieran’s shoulders, urging him on, even as my body struggled to take every thrust. He was so damn thick.

It was like he was forcing me open with every pass, breaking down boundaries, walls, everything, until all that remained was this.

My eyes locking with his, seeing a perfect reflection of the beautiful agony I was feeling in his eyes.

Tor had talked about making the jump when staying where you were hurt more than the pain of change and never had that felt more real than now.

Whatever hurt this was, I wanted it over and over, harder and harder, and that’s what I told him.

“Gods, yes, my mate.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, our pants mingling. My hips moved restively, trying to meet him stroke for stroke and failing. Suddenly he was this massive masculine force and all I could do was submit to that.

Which was secretly a relief.

To know he had me, had this, could control my pleasure so expertly, without any prior experience, as if the gods themselves had ordained this.

My eyes went wide as the pleasure built.

Rather than the delicate pleasure of my clit being stroked, this was something far more brutal.

Nerves I didn’t know I had inside me came to life.

If a clitoral orgasm was a wave, this was a deep, dark undertow, and I was gladly sucked in by it.

“Kieran…”

“I know.” A sharp nod followed that, then an open-mouthed kiss.

“Kieran—!”

“I know.” He thrust in deep, forcing me to stretch to admit him and then stayed right where he was. “I know, Harper. I know what you want, what you need, and I’ll always give you that. I know I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make that happen. I just need?—”

“Yes, Kieran.” I stared into his eyes. “Yes, give it to me. Make me…”

I didn’t get to finish that sentence as something strange happened.

He pulled back slightly, provoking a desperate whine from me, then all my unspoken prayers were answered.

I felt something shift and it wasn’t Kieran’s cock.

It jutted out, and as I felt it move, that achey spot inside me throbbed and throbbed, right before something hooked into the core of it.

Pleasure exploded inside me.

The first orgasm was completely spontaneous, but as the waves washed over me, the tide rose.

Stirred by some external force, it got bigger and bigger, before crashing down on me again, my cunt spasming frantically around him.

He groaned, then started to move and that had me going off again.

My breath was nothing more than noisy sobs as my whole body shook through the next wave.

Part of me wanted to stay aloof from this, analyse what was happening and fit it into my frame of reference, but that was not possible. He was a rock, and I was smashing against him, over and over.

“Kieran…”

“I know.”

My brow creased, because he didn’t. There was no way he could feel the bone deep need to abandon my sense of self, consciousness, everything to this sea of pleasure. I’d drown in its depths and go happily. But I stiffened, then found my head flopping sideways, baring my neck.

“I know,” he said in a much deeper, rumblier voice, making me think the bear was right here with us, watching, waiting.

For the moment he made me his. His fangs in my throat, burning as the pleasure reached a fever pitch, my brain going white for just a second.

Then I slammed back into my body, just in time to buck up against him, riding the last tidal wave of pleasure.

“Fuck, I was going to clean you up.”

Kieran set me down very gently, his hands everywhere as if to check if I was OK.

I wasn’t.

The person before? She didn’t exist anymore. Instead, I’d been transformed into some wobbly legged amoeba.

“That was…” I raised a floppy hand but it quickly fell. “I…”

“Shit.” Kieran’s gaze sharpened. “I hurt you. I fucking hurt you and?—”

My fingers pressed against his lips and then I smiled sloppily.

“Having multiple orgasms doesn’t hurt a girl,” I replied. “And honestly, even if it did. It feels like that? I’d be coming back for more.”

“More, huh?”

We turned around to see a very sleepy looking Mack in the doorway, Tor at his side.

“Well, that’s lucky.” Tor collected me up, walking back to the bedroom. “Because you have three mates now who are going to need a lot of attention.”

“We need to clean Harper up,” Kieran insisted. He flushed when he had our attention. “I started and got… distracted.”

“Sure you did.” Mack went over and turned on the shower in a recess big enough for ten people, not four. “So let's get our mate clean and ready for bed.”

“So we can have more naked fun?” Tor suggested with a grin.

“Sleep,” Mack growled, making clear what he was doing.

“Sleep,” I agreed. “Then really early in the morning, we wake Fur Face up for more naked fun.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Mack said as I let my head go back under the water, trying to wash the day away. His hands took over massaging it. The pop of a shampoo bottle and then he was scrubbing it clean.

“So we have our first morning as a pack planned,” Tor said, joining us under the shower and scrubbing his body vigorously.

“Every morning,” Kieran promised, pressing a kiss to my lips.

The feel of them all wet, hot, and naked around me in the shower had me thinking about right now, not the morning, but under Mack’s strict supervision, we all ended up in bed, snuggled up tightly.

“Good night, my mate,” Tor said, kissing the back of my neck as he snuggled in closer. “Sleep well.”

“But no dream walking!” Mack ordered. “It’d be really nice to not have a wet dream for once.”

“So I’m not enough to inspire one?” I leaned over, pressing my head into his shoulder.

“Of course, you are.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “But if I’m going to blow my load, I want it in you, on you, or somewhere that makes clear what you are.” I looked up at him. “Mine.”

“Ours,” Kieran corrected.

“OK.” I closed my eyes, knowing now it’d take a goddamn earthquake to wake me this time. “Group sex in the morning. Sleep now.”

Having a man sleep over or worse, sleeping in his bed, always felt weird to me.

It was like I was a dog sleeping with one eye open, conscious of what he was doing, how heavily he was breathing, rousing each time he farted.

Not now. Some part of me I’d unconsciously kept balled tightly unrolled, and I let out a long sigh, sleeping all through the night until I was woken by a rhythmic buzz.

I groaned, shifted, found myself pinned tightly to the bed, until I opened my eyes and realised what it was.

My phone was plugged in and sitting on the bedside table, the screen flashing as it rang and rang.

“Shit!” Mack’s eyes flicked open at that, staring at me blindly as I clambered over his body, then Kieran’s. “Shit, shit, shit…”

It would be my boss, wondering where the hell I was. Nope, it was the weekend, so maybe it was Daria. A glance at the screen had my eyes widening. I tapped on it seconds later, putting it to my ear.

“Nanna?”

“Lunch,” she announced. “Today and no excuses.” The guys roused at that, all bleary eyed and ruffle haired.

“And bring those animal men of yours. It's beyond time I met them. Did you hear what they were saying on the news last night?” My face screwed up, bracing myself for what came next.

“They say the police shot some wolf shifter last night. Wanted for murders all over the state.”

“Right, so lunch sounds great.” I looked meaningfully at the guys, waiting for them to contradict me. “Is there anything you want me to bring?”

Of course there was. She rattled off a long list, one I tried desperately to remember every item.

“Be here by midday,” she ordered. I glanced at the alarm clock and saw we didn’t have long. Apparently, we’d slept half the day away. “And Harper.”

“Yeah?”

“I hope these shifter men are the right ones for you. Strong men, males by your side, that’s what you need, with the world going to hell and all.

” I sucked in a breath to tell her exactly how perfect they were for me, but no one stopped Nanna when she was on a roll.

“Don’t be late. Can’t abide men who don’t do what they promise they will. ”

I smiled as I shook my head.

“Be there soon, Nanna. Early rather than on time.”

As I ended the call, Tor got off the bed. A stretch and I got to see all of those massive muscles on display, as well as how much he was anticipating a long, lazy fuck in the morning.

“So morning sex is off the table?”

“Bloody hell, Tor…” Mack growled.

“Not off the table,” I replied with a grin, leaping off the bed.

“Just postponed for dessert. Impress my grandmother. Answer all of her friends’ really intrusive questions and prove that you’re worthy of being called my mate and then…

” I glanced at the bed. “You’ll get a cream pie as well as apple pie for afters. ”

“I thought you put cream on the apple pie…?” Tor muttered to Kieran.

“There is no way we are convincing your grandmother that we are worthy,” Mack groaned, scrubbing at his face. “I’m having second thoughts about Tor being part of this pack.”

“Not really.”

I nudged him with my hip and that had him smiling.

“Not really,” he agreed, right as Tor and Kieran walked past us.

“So the cream is jizz and Harper…? Ohh…” Tor smacked his forehead. “Yep, I am onboard with this mission now.”

“Not too late to back out.” Mack smiled down at me, making clear he wasn’t serious. Well, maybe a little serious. “You can say you just have the one mate.”

“Never.” My fingers traced the bite marks on my neck and his eyes bled silver as he watched me shiver. “We’re all in this together.”

“Together,” he agreed, then turned to the others. “So get your arses dressed. In something nice!”

An hour or so later, we were all dressed and weighed down with the bags of shopping, walking up to Nanna’s door. As I went to knock, it was pulled open.

“Hi.” Mack stepped forward, swapping his bags into one hand and offering Sally the other. “I’m Mack.”

“Is he the one with the spiky dick or the corkscrew dick?” she asked me.