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WREN

Ender was off me in a flash, annoyance filling his gaze. “She wouldn’t yield.”

“Of course, she wouldn’t,” Puck clipped, Brix and Locke spilling into the gym behind him. “It’s Wren.”

“They call her ‘Little Warrior’ for a reason,” Locke muttered.

Puck prowled toward Ender, anger swirling in his green eyes. “And the last thing she needs is you cornering her and not letting her up.”

“Then you don’t know the first thing about her,” Ender spat, tossing his bo staff to the floor and stalking out of the room.

Puck moved to offer me a hand, but I didn’t take it. Instead, I leapt to my feet, annoyance filling my gaze. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. And Ender was right. He was giving me what I needed.”

“An outlet.” Brix’s words weren’t soft, nor were they loud. They were simply the truth.

Some of the irritation bled out of me at his understanding. I nodded and let out a deep breath.

Puck stared at me for a long moment before something shifted in his expression. He inhaled, his nostrils flaring. A grin stretched across his face. “It turns you on. Fighting.”

Heat hit my cheeks. “No.”

“Birdie,” he growled, but there was a playful note to it. “I can smell you.”

Shit.

The heat in my cheeks ignited to a burn. “His body was pressed against mine. I can’t help it. He’s my mate.”

Brix’s lips twitched as if he wanted to smile, but he couldn’t quite finish the movement. “Have we been ignoring your needs?”

I let out a little huff of air. “Maybe. You all think I’m breakable after what happened.” And say what you would about Ender, but he hadn’t treated me like that. He’d believed in my strength, even if he was an asshole about it.

Brix’s blue-green eyes sparked silver. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

Heat and pressure flared at my back, bringing the scent of Locke, all spiced hot chocolate and warm comfort. He leaned into me, an arm wrapping around my middle. “We’re in awe of you,” he whispered, the words teasing my ear as his hand slipped under the hem of my tank.

“But we should’ve shown you.” Puck stalked toward me—a man on a mission. He reached up and wrapped my ponytail around his fist, tugging my head back slightly. Then, his mouth took mine.

No more gentle kisses or easy comfort. This was need, pure and simple, and it had a sharp edge I’d missed. One I needed.

I gave as good as I got, my tongue dueling with Puck’s as Locke’s mouth skimmed down the column of my neck. His tongue flicked out, tasting my skin. He groaned.

Puck tore his mouth from mine. “We’re going to apologize now. Aren’t we, boys?”

The gleam in his eyes had my core tightening as a rush of wetness gathered between my thighs. Brix let out a growl. “Your. Scent.”

“It’s like a goddamned drug,” Puck muttered.

“Better than,” Locke argued.

“Undress her,” Brix ordered.

A shiver racked me as some alpha bled into his tone. I knew Brix was the beta of the pack, but it was clear now that he could’ve easily been the alpha of his own pack; he’d simply chosen to follow King’s lead.

Something about the typically quiet man taking charge had my blood heating, even as that shiver engulfed me. It was the juxtaposition of it all. And the power.

Locke’s fingers hooked into my workout tank. He lifted it up and over my head, taking the built-in bra with it until nothing but bare flesh remained. My nipples tightened in response to the cool air, and need swirled around me.

“Her leggings,” Brix gritted out in Puck’s direction.

He didn’t wait. He dropped to his knees, his fingers grabbing the band of my capris. Puck didn’t rush the action. He pulled them down slowly, watching in fascination as more and more of my body was revealed.

Puck’s knuckles grazed my thighs, sending a wave of sparks crashing over me. My core tightened, wanting more, needing to be filled, stretched. By them.

Brix hissed out a breath. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Smells even better.” Puck ran his nose up my slit, and I nearly stumbled, but Locke was there to catch me.

Brix ran a hand over his length through his gray sweats, and my mouth went dry. He bit down on his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. “I want to watch. Watch while you make her come harder than she ever has before. While you give our mate what she needs.”

Locke pressed himself to me. His dick hardened against my ass, and I couldn’t hold in my whimper.

“Those sounds,” Brix growled. “I need to hear them all.”

My breaths came in short pants as Puck lifted one foot and then the other, tossing my leggings and underwear to the side. There was nothing to shield me now. My back arched as I felt the power of that—the power of these three men wanting me so badly.

“Palm her breasts and tease those pretty little nipples,” Brix ordered.

Locke instantly obeyed, his large hands coming up to cup and knead. His thumbs circled, and I couldn’t help but arch into his touch.

Brix’s eyes went hooded as he dropped his gaze. “Trace those legs. Tell me what they feel like.”

Puck’s rough hands skimmed along my calves. “Like warm silk. Taut. Perfect.”

“Higher,” Brix clipped.

Puck didn’t hesitate. As Locke twisted my flesh into peaks hard enough to cut glass, Puck’s hands slid higher. His fingers skimmed my slit and then delved deeper. He let out a groan that echoed around the empty room. “Fucking soaked.”

Brix’s hand dipped into his sweats. He freed his cock, stroking up and down, a bead of precum dotting the tip before disappearing beneath Brix’s ministrations.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, watching as he stroked himself, that length growing impossibly. I whimpered again.

“She likes watching you, brother,” Puck said, a smile tugging at his lips as his fingers explored me everywhere except the two places I wanted him.

“You like knowing what you do to me, Little Warrior?” Brix challenged.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Reward her for her honesty, Puck. Slide two fingers inside.”

There was no hesitation. Puck stroked in, those two fingers stretching me. My lips parted, and I sucked in a breath. The connection, the feeling of them…I needed more.

“Tell me what her nipples taste like, Locke. I want to know,” Brix gritted out.

Locke curved around me as Puck thrust his fingers in and out in a lazy rhythm. Locke’s lips closed around a hard peak, his tongue swirling. He moaned, sending vibrations through me. “Like raindrops and sugar.”

“Fuck,” Brix muttered, stroking himself harder, quicker. “Another finger, Puck. Tease that little clit. But don’t let her come.”

The stretch intensified as Puck did as instructed, and then his tongue was on me. He flicked it against that bundle of nerves, gently teasing the hood back, exposing the most sensitive part of me.

I shuddered, waves of pleasure threatening to crash into me.

“Not yet,” Brix snarled. “I want all your pleasure. Every last ounce. Hold on.”

Puck stroked himself with his free hand, and I could feel Locke doing the same behind me. It was almost more than I could take. The scent of arousal rose in the air: need, want, and connection.

“End it,” Brix ordered. “Mark her. Make her pleasure yours.”

Locke’s teeth grazed my nipple as he sucked deeply. At the same time, Puck’s lips closed around my clit. It lit the final match, and my body sparked to flame. I writhed against them as my first orgasm hit. But it wasn’t enough, not for my mates.

Their mouths were gone and then back. Locke’s teeth sank into my shoulder as Puck’s pierced my hip. Locke twisted my nipple with one hand while Puck thrust his fingers in and out of me with a ferocity that nearly had me buckling.

They weren’t bond marks, but they were marks of possession, and I found my canines lengthening, wanting to claim them right back. But I wanted to make it permanent. And that scared the hell out of me.

Brix cursed as he came, but I couldn’t see the pleasure on his face because I was already gone, lost to the sea of sparks and falling. But the best part of it all was that they were there to catch me.