Page 26 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

J ust as the sun begins to rise on our second day in Hawaii, we usher the last baby turtle to the ocean, protecting it from anything that might want to eat it, all of us collapsing into a pile on the beach.

Nuzzling into Eris, I mumble, “Thank you for helping me,” as I reach for Dolos with my hand. “Both of you.”

They both bark a small laugh, and Eris responds, “You didn’t give us much of a choice.” He kisses the top of my head. “You’re welcome. But…why was that so important to you, Precious?”

At first, I realize I didn’t understand either, so I take a minute to arrange my thoughts before I tell them, “They’re just babies. They had no one to protect them while others were trying to kill them…I guess I felt a connection to them. I needed to make sure they were okay.”

The realization weighs heavy on all of us that had my mother not fought so hard for my life, I wouldn’t be here. Would the Goddess have given me another chance within this same lifetime, or would my mates have spent their existences alone?

Our bond is a mess of heavy feelings when Dolos draws me into him, his lips claiming mine in a hungry kiss. A kiss that feels like he’s showing himself and his wolf that I’m here and I’m safe with them.

While Dolos devours my mouth, Eris leans in, tracing my body lightly with his fingertips before he slides the fabric of my halter bikini off my breast, lapping at it and kissing me through my crochet cover-up, with the same fervor as Dolos takes my mouth.

My body sparks and tingles under their touch, moaning into Dolos’ mouth as our love, desire, and melancholy blend together through our bond.

Tears prick my eyes at the gravity of what could have been, knowing they could have been left alone without their mate.

Of all the other bonds broken by my father’s sins.

Not having the patience for foreplay and also not wanting sand in all of my everything, I beg my mates through our bond, not wanting to stop kissing and touching them, I need you both. Now. Stand up, take me, please.

In a strong gracefulness I attribute to their hockey careers, they stand as one, lifting me as if I weigh nothing.

The sunrise glows over us as they hold onto me.

Dolos’ arms wrapped under my knees, my body between them, leaning into Eris’ warmth behind me.

They each elongate a claw, snapping my brand-new bikini off my body.

I hadn’t even gotten to swim in that, I whine.

Their laughter rumbles through me. We’ll buy you as many as you want, Darling, Dolos tells me with amusement.

Their hands and mouths are everywhere, mine just trying to keep up, trying to pull their trunks down enough to free them for me. When my fumbling fingers are able to release them, one at a time, their groans make me burn brighter.

Eris moves first, running the head and shaft of his length through my gathering desire, coating himself in me, rubbing his head against my clit. My head falls back onto his shoulder, and he sucks on his mate mark on my neck, nearly making me come from the sensations alone.

As Dolos begins to massage my clit now with the head of his shaft, Eris sets himself at my rear entrance, sending sparks of pleasure, burning my bloodstream.

The moan that leaves me would be embarrassing if I didn’t feel so good right now.

With his head inside my tight ring of muscles, he doesn’t move as Dolos guides himself to my wet center.

He slides himself inside of me, and while he does, Eris matches his movements. I’m gasping for air as they fill me completely, consuming my every sense with them . I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fullness or how right it feels for the three of us to be one in like this.

Turning my head to kiss Eris, Dolos then takes my breast in his mouth just before he begins to lift me, retracting their dicks from my body before slamming me back down on them, my cries echoing through the cove.

We continue to move through the warm heat of the morning sun, our bodies coated in dew and sweat, the swells of pleasure growing until their movements become erratic. They both bite down on my new mate marks, and I’m capsized by my orgasm. My body shakes and trembles as they come with me.

With one final hard thrust, they give me their knots, and I cry out as the pleasure explodes through my veins and forces me through another orgasm, my muscles quaking as they swell inside of me, locking the three of us together.

My head falls forward onto Dolos’ chest, all of us panting and heaving for oxygen. I don’t know how they’re still standing—I would have crumpled into a pile of satisfaction—but they hold me strong, their muscles not showing any sign of strain at holding my limp body between them.

I love you both so fucking much, I promise through our bond. Both of them lean in to kiss me on my head.

We love you more, Eris vows.

What he said, Dolos adds.