Page 103 of Chasing Savannah

“So long as you’re ours.” Carlos growled.

Derrick had to agree. He grabbed the soap on the shelf and soaped up his hands. He washed over her body, lingering at her sex. She closed her eyes. Carlos moved behind Savannah and plucked at her nipples, she gasped.

“Hold her up.” He ordered the Felix.

Carlos easily lifted her and he kneeled on the tile, putting her legs over his shoulder. He growled, and buried his face between her legs. Her taste on his tongue was amazing, his favorite flavor and he ravenously partook. He devoured her, his tongue circling her clit, his teeth grazing the small bud. He inserted a finger, her walls quivered around it, signaling her oncoming release. Her nails dug into his shoulders, a moan cueing her orgasm.

Derrick slid her legs slowly to the floor, but Carlos gave her no time to recover, bending her forward on the Beta’s shoulders and sliding into her sex to the hilt, giving her orgasm more fire. Derrick didn’t know how long they played in the shower, but the water was long cold before they pulled their exhausted mate from the water.

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An hour later, the three of them were cuddled into the only bed in the cabin. Unfortunately it was only queen sized…and a bit squeaky after the gymnastics they’d performed on it all through the night. Even after what they’d done in the shower, with mating magic thrumming through their veins, they’d become insatiable. Luckily for her, Derrick had called it, before falling asleep.

He was now snuggled into her back, his breathing deep, while the alpha cuddled against her front. Their bodies were intertwined, the blankets long kicked to the floor.

“Why didn’t you say anything about being trained?” Carlos asked.

She snorted. “That’s on y’all for assuming I wouldn’t be able to protect myself.”

Though she lay between them, her body sated, a part of her was a little hurt that they’d underestimated her. But, the very fact that they hadn’t jumped in, even as Mallory’s sister attacked her from behind let her know that they didn’t anymore. She took comfort in that.

“You’re right, I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.” Derrick reassured her in a sleepy voice.

The admission soothed her.

“You kicked her ass, babe.” Carlos rubbed his head under chin, nuzzling her.

The fight with Mallory had brought back all the fights from her youth. With the added difference of Brielle’s training helping her. She would be sure to send her cousins a gift basket. Between Brielle and Charlotte, fighting Mallory had been easier. Her cousins were dirty fighters, and she was happy for it. Mallory had counted on her panther to do the work, never expecting Savannah to be able to counter her moves. She hoped the challenge would stall others. She was serious when she said she didn’t want to spend every prowl meeting fighting.

“You’re now the Fela, how do you feel?” Carlos asked.

Her stomach pitched, nervousness invading her calm. Apprehension for her new position was something that wouldn’t go away for a while. But, the power of their bond was zinging through her, giving her strength. She closed her eyes and all the sounds of the night filtered in through the walls of the cabin. Her connection to Carlos and Derrick brought with it, a connection to all the panthers in the prowl. She could feel them, feel their sense of wellbeing. It was scary, but reassuring at the same time.

She would need to get with her grandmother and learn more about what she needed to do as Alpha female. She wanted to do a good job, and really understand her new role.

Strangely missing from the cocktail of emotions, was panic. She smiled. “I think I can do it.”

“I know you can do it.” Derrick growled in her ear.

She sighed, enjoying the sensation of being sandwiched between them. She did miss Carlos’ giant bed though. “Do we plan on spending the night in this uncomfortable bed, or can we go get our kids and go home?”

They both squeezed her tight before rolling out of the small bed. She watched their bodies, in awe of her luck. They were beautiful creatures, both different and sexy in their own way.

Derrick’s cocky smile, as he caught her staring, stirred her power and heated her sex. God, she’d just had them both. She licked her lips and he growled, stalking back to the bed.

“Cut it out you two. I’m not fucking on that tiny bed again tonight.” Carlos rolled his eyes and opened the drawers looking for clothes.

Derrick crawled over her on the bed. “I want you to have that same energy when we get home.” He whispered against her lips.

“Bet.” She licked his bottom lip.