Page 14 of Just Right (The Beasts of Blackmoor #3)

It’s frantic. Messy. Hot . Our teeth clash, his fingers diving into my hair, pinning me against the pillow. I groan into his mouth, and Colt nips my bottom lip, eyes shining brightly as he pulls away just enough to peer down at me.

“You taste like him,” he rasps, and I have no doubt who he’s referring to. Instead of looking jealous, though, he seems determined. And I know why a moment later when he announces: “But it’ll be my name you’re screaming next, little thief.”

“You think so?”

There is no hesitation. There is no ‘are you sure?’ with Colton Brown. There is only the middle brother grabbing his cock by the base, angling himself so that he can gather as much of my slick juices as possible to coat himself, then plunging his entire length inside of me.

The fact that I’ve been having regular sex with a guy just as endowed as his twin—because, no matter what Finn said, he’s not a ‘little brother’ where it counts—makes it easier for him to fill me up with one forceful thrust. Sure, I’m full, stretched all around his girth, but it’s a delicious ache that I can’t help but want more of.

“You want this,” he tells me, and he’s abso-fucking-lutely right. “You’ve wanted this since you took a turn lying in all of our beds. You know you were meant to be ours.” He pulls out, slamming back in. “Meant to be mine .”

For tonight, at least, I’ll agree with him. “Yes.”

He thrusts again. “Say it.”

This again?

He wanted me to do something similar when he had me backed up against the tree. Say it … back then, he commanded me to tell him that I wanted him.

Now? He wants to claim me.

Flat on my back beneath him, my body singing out for his, I think I can finally do that.

“I want you.”

“Say my name, Aurelia.”

I moan as his latest thrust causes another wave of pleasure through me. “I want you, Colt. ”

“Then take me, little thief. Take all of me.”

When he thrusts into me even more forcefully, using his hand to tweak my nipple, increases the pleasure…

fuck it, I nearly sob . He’s so damn thick, but more than that, he fucks me like he’s desperate.

It’s that same sensation like he’s chasing his orgasm, hoping to finish before I come to my senses and shove him off of me.

The middle bear fucks me like he wants to break me, then put me back together with the next reunion of his dick and my pussy.

I meet his thrusts eagerly, showing with my enthusiasm just how much I do want to be here. So the bed creaks. Our bodies slapping together create a symphony with the soft sounds, his barely muffled roar as my nails rake down his break another crescendo.

I had hoped to keep this quiet, to keep Finn and Rowan from knowing until at least tomorrow morning that I crept into Colt’s bed to have my way with him.

Maybe I have, but when I shriek as my body clenches around his length, climaxing so hard that I just let him fuck me harder as I ride it out, I kind of give up on that hope.

Shit. I wouldn’t be surprised that all of Blackmoore knows that I left Colt fuck me as wildly as he did.

But claim me?

No… he doesn’t do that. Not where it counts.

Not with his bite.

I don’t expect him to last much longer after I explode. Finn didn’t, and while Colt manages to pump inside of me a few more times after I collapse against the bed, I can tell when he gets close to finishing himself.

His rhythm stutters a little. He frowns, grabbing my thigh, lifting it high so he can find an even deeper angle. That must be what he does it because, on a roar that is so not muffled, he comes before pressing his chest against mine.

He stays there like that, squeezing me close, just like Finn did.

And then, with another mannerism that belongs to his twin, he slips his fingers through my hair.

“I like soft things,” he pants out, and I’m not sure if he’s referring to my hair, my body, or the pussy that his spent cock is still managing to nestle inside when he adds, “and you’re so fucking soft, my mate.”

Mate.

Maate .

Uh-oh.

Finn is still asleep when I slink back into his bed.

I don’t feel guilty. If it was anyone else but one of his brothers, I’d consider that cheating. Like, if I went on a hike in the woods, encountered a hunter, and decided to fuck him? That would be messed-up. Whether I can even try to understand it or not, I’m here for my three bears.

And that right there is the conclusion I came to right before I gave in to my attraction to Colt.

My three bears.

This bond stretching between me and Finn and Colt and Rowan… that’s why I couldn’t understand which one of them is supposed to be my mate. It’s because I’m being yanked toward all of them in different, yet meaningful ways.

My experience with Colt was a revelation.

Another part of my guarded heart was given to the cocky, demanding twin when he pinned me under him, telling me that he’s waited his entire life for this moment.

I’d almost expected he’d crow over the fact that I left his twin’s bed in favor of seeking him out in his, but that wasn’t Colt.

Because just like his couch and his bed? Colt really is a softy, and though I’m still missing a bite on my skin, I know now that I’m also his.

How will Finn take it? Or Rowan? I’m beginning to wonder if the Brown brothers knew all along what I only just started suspecting.

That, when I found my way to their cabin, they recognized that I belonged to them in every way while I was in Blacmoor…

and that I’ve already proved that by claiming the twins on my own.

If I’m right, they’ll understand why my gut—and, okay, my pussy —told me to seek out Colt. If I’m wrong… well, I’m leaving soon. I only hope I don’t break up the powerful bond existing between the three bears before I do…

As I slide into bed, I discover that I’m right about one thing, and wrong about the other.

Wrong: Finn? He might’ve seemed like he was asleep, but as soon as I climb under the quilt, one of his arms goes over my naked middle, tugging me up against his bare chest—and his notable erection.

“Missed you, Honig .” Eyes still closed, Finn buries his nose into my neck.

He snuffles, and I think he might’ve only stirred to acknowledge my return to bed before sleeping again, that that was a snore, when he breathes in deep, then exhales a puff of warm breath against my sweat-slicked skin. “Colt smells delicious on you . ”

Busted.

I swallow roughly, a little nervous as I ask, “Do you mind?”

“That my twin finally got to share our mate? Why would I? You’re just as much his as you are mine, sweet Goldie. I’m just glad you finally saw that.”

Yup. I was right.

That’s why Finn refused to claim me so adamantly, both with his bite and with his words. He would never tell me straight that I was his mate.

And that’s because I belong to him and his twin.

What about Rowan, I wonder. As Finn shifts his groin closer, nestling his dark cock between my thighs, the head searching for me as though the thought of going where his brother was only moments ago is as erotic to Finn as it was to Colt… I can’t think about Rowan now.

I’m in Finn Brown’s bed. He’s holding me like I’m precious, and his cock is insistent.

I lift my leg enough to give him easier access to me.

He presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder. “Are you too tender for your B?rchen ?”

I shake my head at the same time as my body trembles in anticipation. “No,” I whisper into the night.

And still full of Colt’s come, Finn works his erection inside of me.

He fucks me slow and deep, the complete opposite of how fast Colt took me once I gave him the chance. There’s a confidence in his easy strokes that has me scooting my ass back, trying to take him as deep as I can.

It’s like, now that I’ve accepted Colt, then returned to Finn… I’ve finally shown Finn that I’ve chosen him. More importantly, I’ve chosen his twin, too.

And, given the chance, I’ll make Rowan mine before I go.

Because I’m still going back home… right?