Page 166 of Carnage Island

Which earns us a round of howls that only make me want to growl.

Mine, my wolf is saying.Mine. Mine. Mine.

Ours, Tieran replies flatly, directly into my mind.

It’s loud enough and stern enough that it snaps through my drunken haze and seizes control of my focus. I snap my gaze up to his.

He smirks. I growl.

I’ll race you, he says, taking off toward the trees.First one back knots her first.

Fuck that,I curse, chasing him.You already knotted her in the shower. It’s my turn.

Only if you beat me to the den,he taunts, a good ten yards ahead of me.

My wolf snarls at him.

And the fucker laughs.

So I start thinking about all the ways I can kill him with a blade.

It doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He’s running full speed, driven by his wolf.

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s faster.

Which means he beats me to the den. But rather than fulfill his part of the deal, he pauses on the doorstep to watch Caius and Clove play.

They’re a sensual ripple on the bed, fucking with abandon, and utterly lost to the bliss of the moment. That sight alone is worth waiting a few minutes.

So I quietly back away to work on gathering items Clove is going to need—like food and water.

Tieran accompanies me, helping me carry everything into the room to sit beside her nesting material.

Caius is a panting mess on top of her, both of them lost to a climax that appears to be unending, until finally he rolls off of her on a sigh of relief. “Your turn,” he says, settling in for the show.

Tieran grins, then glances at me before nodding at the bed. “Take her.”

He won the race.

But he’s giving me the prize.

Yet another reason why he’s a better wolf than me.

I shuck off my boots and jeans and crawl over a writhing Clove. She’s a little sex monster, snarling with need. The minute she sees me, she bites my pec.

I groan, loving that she’s claiming me all over again like it’s the first time.

When she’s done, I repay the favor by kissing a path down her body to bite her thigh again. She cries out in confusion, wanting my knot, not my teeth. But Tieran quiets her by capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. I’d tell him to silence her by sliding his dick down her throat, but he’s going to need to knot her next.

The whirlwind of sex is just beginning.

And Clove ishungryfor seed.

I lave her wound as it closes, then nuzzle her weeping sex. She smells divine. “So fucking sweet,” I groan, licking her deep. Then I skim her clit with my tongue on my way back up.

Tieran releases her to me, letting me take over as I slide home between her thighs.

She immediately arches into me, demanding more with an adorable little whimper that I catch with my tongue.