Page 153 of Broken Bonds

Shawn was right. This is a full mating rut.

That’s the last coherent thought I have before I hit the clearing and aim for Mal. There’s nothing on my mind right now but fucking my mate. Nothing at all. Nothing but staring into his grey eyes and watching them widen as I come several times in quick succession without going soft or even slowing down.

That’s one thing I do enjoy about a deep mating rut. I’ll be exhausted for days later, but…

Yeah. Worth it.

Then it feels like a truck slams into me from behind. I realize it’s Jax, but I won’t be deterred. I widen my knees a little to give me better balance, but I barely slow my thrusts. I couldn’t care less if he wants a piece of me now, but there’s no way in hell I’m changing a damned thing I’m doing.

Not until I’m ready to stop fucking my mate.

Every time I come, Mal lets out another cry, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. My lips crash over his as I continue rutting him. I’m not stopping until I can’t get it up anymore. I rarely get to do this. Jax has turned me loose a few times with Shawn during his mating heats but I never dropped into a deep mating rut with him.

My mate’s never going to forget his first heat as I own every fucking inch of his body.

Everything’s messy between us. I’m amazed how good he feels, how slick he is, deliciously hot and tight around my shaft, how his body keeps milking my cock, and still he keeps trying to fuck me back despite how tightly I’m holding him.

Jax snarls, shoving me forward even harder, and I brace myself on my elbows so I don’t collapse on top of Mal. Jax’s fingernails dig into my shoulders, and that only adds to my pleasure, making me bugle again as I come with Mal’s moans echoing mine as he comes with me.

Damn. This is…

Well, other than the first part, which I didn’t enjoy, this has to be the best thing I’ve ever felt, and fucking Mal for the first time had jumped to the top of that list just to be leap-frogged by this.

And Jax is still fucking me, although I suspect I won’t be getting his knot since he just did that with Shawn. While I know from intimate experience Jax can get it up several times in quick succession when he’s in the mood, he can’t knot a second time without at least a little recovery time.

That, and he’s in human form, and he can’t knot like that.

I don’t know how long it is, but I’ve come twice more when Jax lets out another howl and starts coming. His fingernails gain fresh purchase in my shoulders and that takes me over the edge one more time, bringing Mal with me.

Except this time, exhaustion sets in, and the desperate need to keep fucking Mal finally subsides. I’m still hard, but there’s nothing left in my tank. I fall still on top of Mal, kissing him, praying this worked because I cannot lose him.

Mal

Finally, everything goes quiet. I feel like I’ve been run through a blender.

In a good way.

I mean, yeeeaaah.

Todd cages my body in with his, his weight on his arms, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, his lips tenderly exploring mine, our breathing in sync. I hear Jax fall back onto the grass behind us in exhaustion as he heavily sploots on the ground.

“Everyone okay?” Jax asks, sounding like he’s definitely not okay.

“Peachy,” Shawn says from where he ended up. I don’t know when he shifted back. I turn my head and see he’s sitting up, wincing a little but not looking any worse for wear. He cracks his neck and looks up as Davis clears his throat from behind the safety of a very sturdy oak tree on the far side of the clearing from where we entered it.

“Everything good?” Davis peeks from behind his hiding spot, a tranquilizer gun in his hands and not pointing it at any of us, but held at the ready.

I wonder if he’d have shot me with it if I’d managed to make it through and to the other side of the clearing and past the border marked by the safety cones.

Maybe I don’t want to know that.

“I think so,” Shawn says, cracking his neck again. “Whew. That was intense.”

Todd lifts his head and barks a laugh as he looks over his shoulder at Shawn. “Congratulations, Daddy,” he says. “And congrats, Jax. Or should I say Pops?”

“What?” I ask.

I hear Jax roll over and watch as he crawls into my view and over to Shawn, sitting next to him, and tenderly running his hands through Shawn’s hair, over his body, checking him.