Page 44 of Entwined

I stretch up, curling a hand around Connor’s neck, dragging him down to me. He comes willingly, angling his head to the side, and I sink my blunt teeth into the skin of his throat—the damage minimal, but the representation making Connor groan as he swells impossibly large inside me. He gives several hard and fast pumps, and then his knotis expanding, the stretch burning as he shoots rope after rope of cum inside me, joining Vaelor’s release.

Vaelor gently tugs me away from Connor’s throat, claiming my lips in an intoxicating kiss. I take the opportunity to sink my teeth into his bottom lip, primal instincts driving me to claim them both in a physical way, even as the bond crystallizes into something miraculous inside us. It’s almost like something’s unlocked within me, as easy as a key slotting into a well-oiled door. It swings open, andtheyoverflow into me, intense and overpowering, filling up every space, leaving nothing untouched.

I feel their emotions, sense their thoughts. I can see their obsession, and how it’s only grown over the past two years, morphing into something dark and edged in danger the longer they were forced to wait.

I see it all, and I know with complete certainty that they’ll never let me go. Their claim is burned into my soul, flawed and scarred, but beautiful. I’ll never get them out, but I don’t want to.

Connor’s knot locks us together, a soft rumble vibrating his chest as he pulses his hips against me, dragging his hardened flesh against my sensitive walls. Vaelor leans over me, suckling a pebbled nipple into his mouth, grazing me with his teeth. The combined sensations drag me over the edge into another orgasm—this one gentle, softer, but still just as mind-blowing.

Vaelor sits back, his tongue flicking out over his swollen bottom lip, swiping away traces of blood. “Written in blood,” he murmurs, stroking my cheeks in his hands. “That can’t be undone.”

I smile at him. “I think I’m okay with that.” He lifts an eyebrow up at that, but doesn’t say a word, just leaning down to press another kiss to my lips.

It takes several long minutes before Connor’s knot shrinks enough that he can pull out without hurting me, followed by their combined release dripping from me, making me shudder.

“We need to get her out of here,” Vaelor murmurs, stripping off his shirt and pulling it over me. Connor scoops me into his arms, tucking me protectively against his chest, frowning as he takes stock of every scrape, bruise, and cut covering my body.

“Shit,” he mutters, guilt flashing in his eyes. “We were too rough.”

I reach up, pressing a palm against his cheek. “I knew what I was getting into when I ran.” I wrinkle my nose. “Sort of. Anyway, I vote for a bath and a nap.”

“That we can do, Princess,” Vaelor murmurs. “You’ve earned it.”

Connor rumbles out a laugh, the sound vibrating against my cheek, and I grin. There’s no denying the truth of that. I’m sore in every sense of the word, and I’m pretty sure there’s a collection of sticks in my hair.

My wolf presses a kiss to my temple, his promise filled with meaning. “Anything you want.”

I snuggle deeper into Connor’s chest. I know there’s more to sort out—our families, finances, our future, the dead body lying by the cemetery. But right now, I’m content and satiated.

“No regrets?” Vaelor asks quietly, reaching out to take my hand.

I take his question seriously, searching inward. “No. I’m still worried. About our families and what happens next. But now…” I stroke a hand over my dual marks, feeling them thrum in response.

“Now, you have us,” Vaelor states. Connor rumbles outan agreement, their obsession sliding through the bond, wrapping around me like thorny veins. It hurts, but only in the best kind of way.

“And now I have you,” I agree, the truth settling inside me, as comforting as an old, familiar blanket. These men are flawed, dark, and uncontrollable, sharing a moral compass that I’m pretty sure is broken.

But I’ve never felt safer, knowing they’re mine, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

epilogue

CONNOR

Two years later

“Stop fidgeting,” my mother snaps impatiently, reaching up to rap two fingers against my palm. “Your tie is fine.”

“Iffinemeans it’s slowly strangling me, then sure, it’s fine,” I mutter petulantly, dodging when she swipes out at me again. “Stop hitting me, woman!”

“Everyone’s eyes are on our family?—”

“No shit. It’s our party.”

She gives me the evil eye, ignoring my interruption. “And it’s important we maintain a united front. The next council elections are coming up, and that snake, Lucien Vallous, has been gunning for the shifter seat.”

“You saysnakelike it’s an insult.”

She lifts a shoulder, her green dress shimmering under the chandelier lights. “As I meant it.”