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WREN

Everything hurt. It felt like my need had turned on me and become a weapon. And as I stared into Kingston’s pale-blue eyes, I couldn’t say no. I knew if I did, I would lose everything. And the truth was, I didn’t want to. I’d wanted them all from the moment I met them.

Maybe it was simply my wolf telling me she needed this—that we needed it. Physical connection was a natural urge for wolf shifters. Not something to be ashamed of. Yet something about giving in now made me feel weak.

“Say yes,” King growled. But there were no alpha vibes in his voice, no force. Even though he easily could’ve used his dominance to force me into submission, he kept his wolf in check.

“Please,” Locke whispered, his lips grazing my ear. “Let us take care of you.”

It was Locke’s tender words that broke me, shattered my last shreds of restraint. “Yes,” I whispered .

“Turn her so she’s facing me, brother,” King ordered, a growl bleeding into the words.

My body shuddered as Locke shifted me, changing my position so my back was to his front, and I was settled between his legs.

Locke shifted uneasily. “I’m not good at?—”

“She needs you,” Kingston assured him. “Your touch. Ours together. Your wolf will guide you. I’ll help.”

A tremor racked me at the words. Locke moved on instinct, running his nose down my neck. “Easy, Little Warrior, we’ve got you.”

He said the nickname in a different tone, a gentler one, making tears spring to my eyes.

“We’ve got you,” Kingston echoed, his hands traveling up my legging-clad legs. The higher they went, the quicker my breaths came. King’s knuckles grazed the apex of my thighs, and I let out a gasp. “That’s it. We want to hear all the sounds you make. Want to drown in your moans and pretty little gasps. Want to make your body weep.”

Wetness gathered between my thighs, my body crying out for exactly that.

King’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my leggings. “Tell me yes.”

“Yes.” The word was more plea than anything else.

In one swift move, my pants were gone, the force of Kingston’s action taking my sneakers with them. My ass hit the leather with a smack that had another surge of wetness pooling. I couldn’t hold back my whimper. It was too much sensation.

“We’re going to help, Little Warrior. Easy now,” Kingston cooed, his voice skating over me like a pleasant shiver. “Locke, her shirt.”

“May I?” Locke’s fingers tangled in the hem, but he waited for my answer.

“Yes,” I breathed, the single word a hoarse whisper.

Locke’s movements were gentler than King’s as he peeled back my long-sleeved shirt and workout tank until I was completely bare. It should’ve felt weird, them clothed and me naked, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

“Fuck,” Kingston growled. “Knew you’d be stunning, but you’re a work of art, Wren.” His fingers trailed along the insides of my thighs, closer to where I wanted them. He inhaled deeply, letting out another growl. “And you smell even better.”

I convulsed at his words as if they were invisible fingers stroking me.

“Locke,” Kingston said, his voice dropping. “I want to know how her breasts feel, what those gorgeous nipples taste like.”

Locke sucked in a breath, the sound—along with King’s words—making my nipples pebble. Locke leaned in, one hand moving tentatively to palm my breast. His thumb circled my nipple as his lips ghosted across my chin. “Her skin feels like warm silk, and she smells like wildflowers. I feel her nipple tightening under my thumb.”

Kingston’s fingers trailed higher. “That’s her body crying out for more, and we’ll always give our girl what she needs, won’t we?”

My body shuddered, writhing against them both. The words were too much. More than I could handle because, against all reason, I wanted that. To be theirs. For them to be mine.

“We’ll always take care of you.” Locke’s voice deepened, and his second hand joined the first.

Kingston’s fingers parted me, and I arched into him, letting out a whimper. “Please.”

“Even more beautiful when she begs,” he rasped.

Two fingers slid inside me. King groaned this time. “Fuck, brother, I wish you could feel how tight she’s gripping me, how greedy she is for my fingers. You gonna take my cock the same way?”

My lips parted with a gasp as my back arched. Kingston’s fingers pumped in and out of me, picking up speed as they twisted and curled. It was the arc that nearly did me in, the way those fingertips dragged down my walls .

“Soak my hand, Little Warrior. I want to drown in you,” King demanded. And I wanted to give him exactly what he asked for.

King’s gaze flicked to Locke. “Twist those pretty little nipples. Heighten her pleasure.”

Locke’s fingers instantly obeyed the alpha, and I couldn’t hold in my cry.

“That’s it,” King praised. “It’s time to let go.” His head bent as he added a third finger, the pressure inside me mounting. His tongue circled my clit, making me bow off the couch.

Waves of sensation coursed through me, and it felt as if my whole body might shatter like a star exploding in the night sky. King’s tongue teased the hood of that bundle of nerves, coaxing it free. I let out nonsensical sounds as my body writhed in time with both men. Their hands worked in perfect synchronicity as if there was a metaphysical connection there. And maybe there was.

King’s lips closed around my clit. He sucked deeply as his fingers pressed against my G-spot. Locke’s fingers pinched my nipples just as the first wave hit—a thundering crash of power, one I stood no chance against. I had no choice but to do exactly what King had ordered.

I let go.

I let wave after wave crash into me, fire and ice cascading through my veins over and over until I collapsed against Locke, soaking up his strength. My chest heaved as I slowly returned to myself, taking in the half-lit room around us.

Kingston’s eyes were locked on me, and he slowly pulled his fingers from my body. And then he sucked them clean. Those light-blue eyes sparked silver. “Tastes even better than she smells.”

My jaw went slack. “You didn’t.”

He flashed a grin that I could only describe as wolfish. “Gotta have something to tide me over.”

“But you—don’t you want?—?”

Kingston shook his head and leaned forward to brush a gentle kiss across my lips. “This was for you. To give you what you needed. There’ll be time for more later.”

My throat burned. The male wolves I’d spent time with hadn’t been like this. Especially the alpha. They took and took and took some more. They didn’t care about how others felt, especially the females. “Thank you,” I croaked.

“We’ll always take care of you,” Locke whispered in my ear, his fingers grazing the skin along my ribs.

It was almost too much. Pressure built behind my eyes, but I shoved it down.

Kingston pushed to his feet. “Locke’s right. And right now, that means we’re going for a run. Your wolf needs it. Ours, too.”