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However she wanted to categorize it, Gideon’s heart surged with the gratitude of someone who’d thought himself dead inside just days ago, and was now being truly seen and deemed worthy by the goddess he’d decided to worship.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, voice choked. “Come here.”

And… they were kissing again. Wet, smacking sounds were soon accented by a flare of her honey scent.

My dick went hard in an instant, as it always did when I scented her arousal.

But this time, I felt Gideon’s and Callum’s cocks do the same over our still-open maul bite channel.

This is fucking torture. I should close it. But this was the closest I’d ever come to kissing her, touching her, without an advance plan playing out in my head.

“How do you taste even better than I imagined when you walked into our lodge?” Gideon asked, his words muffled. I could feel his reluctance to lift his mouth from hers even to speak.

He pushed her glasses to the top of her head so he wouldn’t risk breaking them with the voracious force of his kiss. And soon, just kissing her wasn’t enough.

“Need you.” His voice took on an urgent edge between kisses. “Need you, baby…”

He wasn’t exaggerating. I felt everything he did over the channel. The memory of that Iron Claw touching her had his possessive bear in a frenzy. Kissing her wasn’t enough. He needed back inside her.

“Aw, honeybee, he’s hurting bad for you,” Callum said from the other side.

“Can I get you ready for him? Use my fingers?”

The maul bite showed me the full weight of that request.

How appalled they’d been to hear I only used my fingers on her. And how they’d vowed to treat her better than her ex by only using their mouths on her kiss-starved body.

A nauseous mix of self-loathing and regret burned down my neck.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to turn off the faucet of everything they were feeling as they touched her.

They’d pretty much ruined her panties the night before, so there was no barrier to entry.

Gideon could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as she made a soft, plaintive sound of agreement in response to Cal’s request.

And even though I kept my eyes glued to the road, I could see—and worse, feel —everything.

Cal’s hand working in her warm pussy as Gideon devoured her lips and palmed her breast over the distressed Bear Mountain Bar & Grill tee. The increasing wetness allowed Cal to work in one finger… then two… then— Mother of Ursa. Three. Shoving deep into her cunt while he expertly thumbed her clit.

The clench of her greedy pussy made Cal want to explode.

Luckily, he and Gideon were both left-handed. He crossed his right hand under the arm working her pussy and pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, stroking it as he watched her kiss Gideon—who’d also taken his cock out. It strained and dripped from the tip, glossy with pre-cum.

But Gideon didn’t dare stroke it. He needed her so badly, he knew he’d blow if he did anything more than hold it while it leaked all over his hand.

“You gonna take my brother’s monster with this soaked pussy, honeybee?” Cal whispered roughly. “Give him another chance to put a baby in you?”

That question triggered another burst of her honey scent. My head spun. It felt like I was being hotboxed by lust as the wet sounds of Cal’s fingers working her pussy and her increasingly ragged breaths filled the truck.

“Need you to come, get nice and slippery, so he doesn’t hurt you. Come for us, honeybee,” Cal coaxed. “C’mon… c’mon…”

That was all it took. She clamped down on his fingers and came, creaming all over his hand.

“Think she’s ready for you, Gid.” Cal reluctantly pulled his fingers from her pussy with a lewd pop, then sucked her essence off as he watched his near-feral brother unbuckle her and drag her into his lap.

But as desperate as Gideon was to be inside her, he still managed restraint. Once she was in place, he pressed her down slowly onto his weeping tip.

Through the maul bite, I felt her wet pussy sheath him—inch by slow inch—straining and stretching wide to take him without lube.

Fuck… fuck… The shared sensations somehow felt too good and not enough.

I had to take one hand off the wheel to palm my straining erection through my suit pants.

Then she made a pained sound—and my chest squeezed.

Did Gideon know to keep working her clit as he took her? That praise, coupled with light degradation, never failed to increase her arousal.

He did now.

Gideon wasn’t capable of degrading her—not even a little—but he thumbed her clit just as I would have, as gravity and need pulled her farther down on his massive cock.

“Breathe,” he encouraged, pulling another tactic from my memory. “Relax into the pain. You can do it, baby. C’mon. You’re so pretty—and your body was designed for us. C’mon, take this dick. It belongs to you. Claim it as yours.”

Her honey scent flared again. Then he cursed, and she groaned, as she sank all the way down to the hilt.

“Oh, baby…”

Gideon’s voice broke as he struggled not to come instantly inside her gripping heat.

He was grateful. So fucking grateful for the distraction of putting on the mask. It reminded him that she came first, and that he’d go to any length not to disappoint her.

After securing the muzzle over his mouth, he cupped her ass and happily did all the work—bouncing her up and down on his cock until she started saying,

“Gideon! Gideon!” Like someone on the tracks, trying to warn him about the train—right before it took her out.

Riding her climax, she hugged his head into her neck, grinding herself down his cock, with no idea what the feel of her wet, tight cunt was doing to him—or that his mouth had fully mawed out behind the muzzle.

She clamped down on his dick so hard, his own release kicked up his spine—and he rocketed his load into her clenching sex.

Mother of Ursa. I had to bite down on my teeth just to keep from coming in my pants.

I didn’t realize I was channeling Gideon’s feelings down the other side of the mate bond until Cal said, “Hell, honeybee. Do you have any idea how good that felt for him?”

He knocked his head back against the seat, gritting his teeth against his own release. But his cock was leaking so badly over his fisted hand, he had to grit out, “I was trying to wait until we got back to the den, but I don’t think I… I can’t… oh, fuck, thank you, Gideon.”

He let out a rough grunt of relief as Gideon lifted her off his spent dick and handed her over to Cal like a gift.

With Gideon’s load still inside her, Cal didn’t have to go slow like he had last night. He plunged her down on his straining cock and matched his brother stroke for stroke, cupping her ass the same way Gideon had to work her up and down his identical length.

It didn’t take long. Grunts. Cries. And then both Lark and Cal came.

And by that time, Gideon was hard and desperate again.

They claimed her two more times—passing her back and forth like a doll, filling her with their seed while Cal made filthy promises about what they’d do once they were back at the den.

“We’ll keep you plugged up on our dicks, honeybee,” Cal vowed, like a knight committing to a sacred quest, as Gideon settled her onto his cock for the third time.

Gideon’s loud, plaintive grunts filled the truck, mixing with their combined clove-and-honey scent as he worked her like a ragdoll, up and down his cock.

“Fill you up… fill you up… with so much baby cum,” Cal promised, stroking his own re-hardened length as he watched some who looked identical to him take our mate. Both his mind and eyes were glazed with lust. “Ungh… ungh… That pretty little egg of yours won’t have any choice but to accept us.”

“That’s not… not how reproductive biology works,” she let him know—right before she broke off to come again with a choked sob.

She didn’t even make it to the afterglow stage before Cal pulled her back over to his side of the car to claim her again.

I could read how far gone both of them had become in the span of forty minutes enclosed in the same space as her. They’d been waiting for her their entire lives. And they didn’t care that she was trying to reject their first maul.

They wouldn’t stop— couldn’t stop—fucking her again and again.

A dark, acrid taste filled my mouth.

There was a reason I only did masked play. Why I kept my lives as a warm hometown mayor with an outsider maul, a ruthless MLA with a glossy smile, and a Dom with dark, twisted desires completely compartmentalized.

Maintaining the integrity of all three meant ensuring that none of those separate parts ever seeped into each other.

But my morals… my ethics… my entire system of appropriate conduct collapsed as I veered left into the gravel turnaround beside a blue and yellow sign that read: Hiking Path to Bear Mountain Observation Tower.

“Hey, what the hell, man?” Cal called from the back seat as I screeched to a halt beside the forest-lined road.

I didn’t answer.

Just flipped the child lock and climbed out to rip open his passenger door and pull the human I had found first…

The human I’d actively resisted for three years…

The human I’d been bereft without for the longest seven months of my fucking life—off my third maul’s cock.

“Hey, you can’t?—”

The rest of Cal’s words were lost as I slammed the door shut in his face, locking him and his twin in the back seat.

Rage blazing, I set her on her feet in front of me and looked her up and down—dressed in nothing but a thin T-shirt, with Gideon’s and Cal’s cum coating both of her thighs.

Then I said, “Run.”