Page 172 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)

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Not fuck, Knox corrected as he stalked toward us and shifted into his human form so he stood mere inches from me, gloriously naked, his cock full and proud. “We’re not going to fuck you. We’re going to make love. Tonight. I need to protect you, make sure you’re safe.”

“I am safe. I’m with my mates.”

“I know you are,” he growled back. “But still?—”

He dipped forward and captured my lips in a soft kiss. I could feel his wildness and need rushing within him and stuttering through our mating bond, but I could also feel his need to protect me, even from himself.

“You’re hurt and I won’t hurt you more,” he said, his voice low as he drew me toward the nest in the pergola. “But I need you.”

“I need you, too,” I murmured, letting him lead me with Bishop staying close behind me.

We reached the edge of the blanket and Knox pulled me closer. His hard cock pressed against my belly, trapped between us, and he brushed his lips against mine. I could feel him fighting to stay in control and not let his wolf take over. And while I didn’t care if his wolf took over — I trusted his wolf — I knew he needed to do this. He needed to show me he could be gentle and loving as much as he was wild and commanding.

I sank into his embrace and submitted to his gentleness. He’d been gentle when he’d gone down on me when Sterling had tricked me into hurting myself, so I already knew he was capable of it, but I sensed he needed to prove that to himself.

Behind me, Bishop pressed close and teased his lips over our mating bond, capturing me between them, two men who looked identical but loved me in their own unique ways.

The heat in my core grew hotter, and I moaned at Bishop’s attention and kissed Knox back, letting my emotions, my love and desire and burning need for them, flood our bonds.

“Fuck,” Knox growled breaking our kiss and jerking away from me.

His breathing was fast, his pupils fully dilated, almost dark enough to suggest his wolf was taking over, but I knew it wasn’t. I could feel the beast coloring the emotions rushing between us, could feel its need to possess me and brand himself body, mind, and soul to me, but I could also feel its understanding of Knox’s need to be gentle.

Bishop cupped my cheek and turned my head so I could kiss him over my shoulder, his lips taking over where Knox’s had stopped. Bishop’s desire was just as thick through our mating bond as his brother’s, and his kiss hungrier. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, making me gasp, turning the heat within me into an inferno.

“Gorgeous,” he praised as he pulled away and undid the ties at the back of my dress.

The garment slid down my body, pooling around my feet and ankles, and Knox’s eyes followed the dress’s movement, getting darker and darker the lower he looked.

“You have stitches,” Knox said.

His voice was so low and filled with darkness, I could barely understand him, but the possessive protectiveness rolling through our mating bond like a thunderstorm about to let loose assured me he wasn’t angry at me.

I grabbed his chin and urged him to meet my gaze.

“I earned them,” I said, letting both Knox and Bishop feel my pride. “I defended our pack. I am not weak.”

The words surged like liquid power through my veins and my alpha power unfurled around me.

I might have been shy, uncertain, and afraid, but I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

“You never were.” Bishop brushed his lips against the back of my neck. “You’re brave and capable. You care so deeply for those who can’t protect themselves and I love that about you.”

Love and pride surged through my bond with Bishop and joy bubbled inside me.

“You did such a good job protecting those children,” Bishop said as his hand inched up my belly toward my breasts. “And you’ve handled yourself wonderfully with the delegates and their aides.”

The joy flared stronger, jolting desire in my core, every word fueling the aching inside me.

Logically I knew I shouldn’t need anyone’s approval to feel good about myself, but the broken part of my soul craved it. And with Bishop’s low sexy voice in my ear and his hands on me while Knox was kissing me as if I were the most precious thing in the world, I’d never felt more loved and accepted and seen.

Knox broke off our kiss with a growl, his desire heavy and thick in our bond, and his nostrils flared, taking in my scent.

Embarrassment flickered through me, an involuntary reaction born from my life before my mates.

“Don’t,” Knox barked with a snap of power that didn’t control me, only made my own power flare stronger. “You smell so good.”

He dropped to his knees, buried his nose in my curls, and inhaled deeply.

More wet heat pooled between my thighs, and I cracked my legs open, letting my desire perfume the air.

“Fuck,” Knox hissed as he grabbed the back of my thighs and pushed his nose in deeper.

Bishop grabbed my hips and lifted me up, and Knox pushed my legs over his shoulders, fully opening me to him.

His tongue swept through my folds in a long lick that finished with a barely-there flick against my clit, sending more arousal rushing to my core. A responding lust burst through our bonds as Knox lapped at my juices, our alpha powers twirling and sliding against each other in a slow, sensual dance.

Bishop groaned at the double blast of need from me through our mating bond and Knox through their twin bond. His erection, still captured in his pants, pressed against the crack between my cheeks, sending another thrill rushing through me.

What would that be like? Would I enjoy having him push inside me through my puckered hole while Knox was buried deep in my channel?

The thrills turned to molten heat. I wanted both of them inside me, wanted the three of us to be so completely joined for a glorious blissful moment that I didn’t know where either of us began or ended.

“Oh, gorgeous,” Bishop purred. “What are you thinking?”

The heat of embarrassment rushed across my cheeks, but I quickly shoved it down and pressed back against him as best I could.

“I was thinking?—”

Knox teased his tongue inside me and my hips bucked forward.

“You were thinking?” Bishop teased, moving a hand from my waist — letting Knox take more of my weight — and plucking my nipple.

Pleasure shot from that tightened bud to my core, and I rolled my head back as I swallowed a moan.

“What were you thinking?” Bishop asked.

Knox flicked his tongue on my clit and slowly slid a finger inside me, and the moan I was holding back escaped.

“I was thinking of both of you.”

“We should be all you’re thinking about right now.” Bishop plucked my nipple harder, this time adding just a bit of pain to my pleasure, twisting my need higher.

“I was thinking…” I panted as Knox pushed a second finger inside me all while sucking and licking my clit.

My hips bucked faster, my desire tightening, drawing closer to the edge, something both of them could feel through our bonds.

“Of both of you— inside me.” Hints of stars flickered behind my lids and I fought to finish my sentence. “At the same time.”