Page 19 of Just Right (The Beasts of Blackmoor #3)

Me? I’m ready to do the same, though I know better than to leave myself like this. Sticky and hot and oh so pleasured… again , I’m still catching my breath from my final climax when the door creaks open.

I planned on getting up myself to go to the water closet. Before I get the chance, a silhouette appears in the doorway.

Rowan hasn’t moved from his place behind me.

He rolled off of me once he finished, though instead of letting me get up to wipe myself down, he threw one heavy arm over my trembling body, clutching me to his overheated chest. His breathing is steady now, a soft rumble that barely drowns out the slight creak.

Whether he’s fast asleep or not, it’s undeniable that the big bear is as protective and possessive after sex as he is when he’s watching me closely from the shadows.

My lower half twinges from being stretched out by him again. My top half is pinned under his hold. Not like I want to get away from him now that I have him, but I do shift just enough to squint at the Brown twin standing in the doorway.

The naked Brown twin.

His eyes are gleaming in the slight darkness; the only light coming from the hall, silhouetting most of his body.

I can’t pretend he isn’t butt-ass baked, though.

Everything, from the flex of his shoulders, to the way he’s pumping his right arm as he grabs something in front of him tells me that he’s undressed and he’s aroused.

More than aroused, I’d bet, considering he’s jerking himself off as he stalks slowly into Rowan’s room.

It’s the stalk that seals it for me. Finn doesn’t stalk.

And while I wouldn’t put it past the youngest bear to need me so bad that he’d start working his cock before he knew if I’d accept him, only Colt Brown has enough nerve to stroke himself as he approaches the woman his oldest brother just finished fucking.

Light seeps in, or maybe my sudden awareness of Colt has me seeing more clearly through the gloam.

Barely a few feet away when he stops suddenly, he fills my line of vision like he always does: shirtless, delicious, all golden skin and tension and need .

His eyes find mine first before dropping to where I lie sprawled out on Rowan’s sheets, Colt’s blanket a rumpled mess.

My body is flushed, my hair wild, and I’m still wet between my thighs… and not just from Rowan’s jizz.

Colt’s nostrils flare, a hint of a satisfied grin tugging on his lips.

“I fucking knew it,” he says, his voice low.

His arm pumps faster, but trapped in the heat of his gaze, I can’t bring myself to watch him tug on his cock…

even though the thought of him doing so has me getting even wetter . “About time, Row.”

Behind me, Rowan tightens his grip on me just enough to reveal that he’s still awake—and that he heard his brother. “I told you before. Goldie is mine tonight, Colt.”

“I know. And Finn and I were happy to let you have her. But it’s not night anymore, big brother. Dawn is approaching. It’s morning, and I want my turn with our mate.”

Rising up on his elbow, Rowan snaps his brother’s name. “Colt. Stop.”

“What? I know you wanted to take it slow. I know you didn’t want to scare her off, but have you met Aurelia? I don’t think we can .”

Well… he’s not wrong…

“Besides, you can’t deny that she’s our mate when you marked her as boldly as you did.

You said to wait until she made up her mind on us…

for fuck’s sake, Row, do you know how hard it was to resist my bear and not give her my fangs and my cock at the same time?

But I did it because you said to wait. I can’t anymore.

” He swallows roughly, another tugging jerk on his erection. “I need her . ”

Rowan pauses. And then, “What about Finn?”

“He’s had her more than either of us,” Colt says, and I know better not to point out that Rowan has been like the Energizer Bunny all damn night. He just kept going and going and going… “Let me have another chance.”

Rowan reaches out, trailing his finger down my sweat-slicked back. “What do you say, Goldie? Do you want Colt now? Or would you rather make it wait until you’ve rested.”

Huh. Look at that. I guess I have my answer after all. Rowan didn’t mark me so that his brothers knew I was off-limits. He marked me because he wanted to make sure I knew that he wasn’t.

Just in case, I glance over my shoulder, meeting his molten lava gaze. “Is it okay?”

“To watch our mate give her beautiful body to my brother? I’ve longed for the moment that I could see him so fucking happy. And, you, Goldie… you make Colt happy.”

In that case…

I wait for Colt to come closer. When he does, dropping down at the side of Rowan’s large bed, I scoot out from under the blanket.

His eyes lock on mine. Two fingers reach out, ghosting over the bite on my neck. I don’t hear anywhere as fast as a shifter does, but maybe being full of their come does something, because it did scab over way faster than I expected.

Colt is careful not to hurt me as he leans in, brushing his lips over the mark. He doesn’t bite me in the same spot as his brother, though. Instead, he gestures for me to lie down on my back.

I have all the room I need because Rowan, realizing that this is happening, moves so that he’s on the far side of the bed.

Instead of staying sprawled out, he’s up on his knees.

He’s traded roles with Colt. While his younger brother grabs my thighs, spreading them, guiding me to wrap my legs around the small of his back so that he can access my pussy, Rowan his slowly stroking his renewed erection.

That gives me an idea.

As Colt easily fills me up, I crook my finger at Rowan.

He tilts his head.

I smile.

Colt groans. “Fuck me. You’re so messy with my brother’s seed, it makes it so damn easy to take you as deep as I want to. Do you feel me, little thief? Because I feel you.” He throws back his head, quickening his thrusts. “The way you squeeze me… you were made for me. You were made for us .”

Rowan works his cocks faster, matching his brother’s quick pace as he pumps in and out of me.

The bed rocks, the sheets rustling, and without the blanket to cushion me, my back is flat on Rowan’s bed.

I’ll be feeling how hard it is in the morning, but for now?

I have to hold on for dear life so that I don’t slide into the wooden headboard from the force of Colt’s thrusts.

I grab the sheets, but that’s not what I really want. So, in between panting and moaning and begging Colt to go even harder , I whimper Rowan’s name.

Again, he tilts his head.

This time, though, I don’t smile coyly. Instead, realizing that I need to be open and honest and upfront, telling him exactly what I want, I say, “Get that cock over here, Rowan. I need something to suck on so my screams don’t wake Finn up.”

Rowan jolts at how plainly how propositioned him. Colt slams into me, calling next.

I wait for Rowan to do what I said.

The big bear is used to being in control. In the bedroom, at least, I get to have some—either that, or the promise of taking his cock between my lips is enough to get him to relinquish a little—but he crawls toward me, resuming his position on his knees once he’s next to my head.

I grab one muscular thigh to keep from sliding. With my other hand, I grip Rowan’s cock, angling it so that it’s right in front of my mouth once I turn my head so that I’m facing his groin.

“Remember… Finn’s the youngest. He needs his rest, too. You don’t want to wake him up, do you?”

And then, as Colt fucks me without fear of my muffled shrieks distracting his twin, I go to work making sure that Rowan’s howl as he begs me to let him come in my mouth is enough to reach the wolf who dared attack us out in the woods.

Spoiler alert: I do .