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GRAHAM

The roar of an engine whipped my head toward my mate.

“We will discuss this at another time. I’ll speak to Whitlock about it.”

The motorcycle halted feet away.

“Vi!” Maggie grinned.

Violet didn’t react to her shout; her eyes were on me and her face was red.

Something was wrong.

“Wait,” I barked at Maggie.

The Beta grabbed her shoulder before she ran at her. He gently pulled her back, muttering to her.

Perfect, he could watch her. “Take her from here. Get food delivered. Easy to eat with high calories. She’s in heat.” Whitlock’s head was low to her ear. Her face was red and she wouldn’t stop moving in front of him. He kicked down the Harley’s stand. I was already striding toward her.

Her wide heterochromia eyes stuck to my face, and she bunched the front of my shirt. A wall of her heady, honey slick slammed into me, and I plucked her off the Harley.

“Graham,” she whined. The single breathy word gut-punched me, making my wolf writhe for freedom. “It hurts,” she cried.

She shuddered and rubbed her cheek against my chest as I nestled her to me. All that would make her feel better was a release. I cupped her ass and thundered up the steps and into the house to take her to Whitlock’s bedroom.

“Graham,” she repeated. Her moaning my name was euphoric. My cock stiffened painfully. Her heat would incite my rut eventually, but being in a different pack would likely not allow me to be in its grips. Protecting her came first.

She dug her small fingers into my shoulders, using me as a perch to tug herself higher and meet my lips. We clashed in a ravenous kiss, exchanging needy licks and bites. She shuddered in my arms, tipping her hips until she rubbed against me. She was so wet, she’d made the middle of the pants damp.

I cupped the back of her neck, squeezing the soft column. She was driving me to madness. Footsteps encroached through my lust and Whitlock bunched her hair, pulling her back. I breathed in harshly and he forced her mouth to his. He kissed her with as much desperation as I had.

My cock almost hurt from how much I wanted her. She was everything I could have imagined, and if that meant I had to share her with Simon, it was something I could live with. For her, I’d do anything.

Our sweet little mate yanked my shirt so hard it tore at the front. She tugged again and struggled to rip it the rest of the way, so I did it for her. Her palm settled on my chest as she continued kissing Simon who’d already bared himself.

She pulled away from Simon. A beautiful redness painted the bridge of her nose.

I strode to the bed and pressed my knees against the mattress. Her legs squeezed my sides, and her fingers slid into my hair, tugging to bring my lips to hers while she humped against me. The harsh grip caused my hips to thrust helplessly toward her.

She was everything I could have ever wanted. How could I have considered anything other than making her wholly mine?

She kissed me once and her legs released her hold on my waist. I rid myself of the sweats as she yanked her pants so hard they ripped. I gripped my hard cock, pinching the tip to stop myself from coming. She crawled onto the mattress, grabbed my cock, and dipped to press a kiss to the tip.

The shift rippled over my skin and with it, my wolf mentality merged with my human psyche. She fisted the fur at my chest and tugged it.

A high-pitched whine escaped her. She released me and turned so her ass was presented to me. Slick coated her core. For me. Her need was for me.

Whitlock groaned, his fingers digging into her hair as his other palm slid down her arched back. His body shuddered and his shift was immediate.

Lowering my nose to her presented pussy, I breathed in her delicious offering. I licked along the slit, collecting the glistening honey, but it was soon replaced with more.

Mine. My female.

Sweet little mate.

Whitlock’s claws grazed her spine. She whined, her ass wiggling. In her—now . I poised at her entrance and slammed inside.

She tossed her head back with a shout, grinding her hips back to thrust on me. Grabbing her hips, I forced her still and claimed her with my cock. The smooth glide of my shaft inside her would never release me.

Violet stiffened and her cheek lowered to the bed, arching her ass up even more. Her sex gripped mine with harsh tugs and warm liquid squirted from her. I bared my teeth, holding my breath so I didn’t come. So much delicious slick.

I smoothed my hand down the outside of her thigh.

“Sweet mate,” I said gutturally.

Whitlock knelt at her side, caressing her spine with his claws. He leaned, watching my cock slide in and out of her. Her need went everywhere. Simon slid his elongated tongue along the cleft where her ass and thigh met, collecting the honey she offered.

A tingle worked over my spine.

Whitlock licked her need dripping from her sex while I was in her. Each time he ran his tongue along her skin, her channel clasped me. Guttural snarls fell from my maw.

He whined and a glaze filmed over his eyes as growls spilled from between his bared teeth. He would hit a rut.

I scooped her up and sat at the edge of the bed. In a quick move, I slid her onto my cock and propped her back against me. With a grip on her thighs, I spread her wider, baring her. Violet whined and her hands grabbed at Whitlock leaning over her. She managed to grip his cock and stuffed the tip into her, making her channel so fucking tight I couldn’t breathe.

Whitlock fell on her like he was maddened. He rocked forward once. His eyes became more unfocused and he continued to rut into her.

Her sex clamped down, the wet sounds loud. She was dripping on me.

The tingles became excruciating, and I couldn’t hold it back. Sweet bliss rocked my body, and I growled, sliding my arm around her belly to hold her tight. My knot expanded and the swell enhanced the pleasure.

Whitlock stilled with a growl that forced mine free. My female. I held her even tighter. My cock exploded and my release spilled with violent jerks.

She screamed, writhing on our cocks. She was so small on my chest.

“Mine,” she growled. The pressure of his length against mine caused me to feel every inch of her pussy.

This sweet cunt would be mine always. I ground up even though we were locked inside her. Her little twitches only sent shockwaves through me.

Fucking her was bliss. Nothing could have ever compared.