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“I need you,” I panted. “Both of you.”

Mack positioned himself on the couch behind me, rotating my thighs and gripping them with both hands to spread my sex open. Unbuttoning his dress pants, he slid them down over his hips, exposing his thick, hard cock. I lowered my mouth over Aaron’s cock as Mack pushed into me slowly from behind. I slid lower, letting my mouth take Aaron all the way to my throat. He stroked my hair back, watching me suck him while Mack filled me with slow thrusts. I released Aaron and rose up onto hands and knees, looking back over my shoulder at Mack. His eyes glazed with lust as I arched my back and met his eyes.

The pleasure of both of them rose in me each time I took them in fully. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I let out a cry around Aaron’s girth. My walls tightened around Mack, squeezing him in powerful pulses. His hands tightened on my hips, and he thrust harder, his own release filling me with a flood of hot liquid. Aaron followed, the salty tang of his seed sliding down my throat with each suck. When we finished, we collapsed onto the couch in a pile of naked limbs, each of my men snuggling close to me as we caught our breath.

Chapter Nineteen

Lance

Gravel flew as I pulled up to a brown and white cabin and skidded to a stop. No sooner had I come to a full halt when Darrel was out the door and racing for the steps, leaving me to follow. Darrel grabbed a padlock securing the front door and wrenched, snapping it off. My heart hammered against my ribcage as we burst through the door.

The house smelled of her and Aaron, and my wolf immediately settled. He’d been riding me since the moment those fae disappeared into nothingness with my mate, leaving us alone in an empty crime scene.

After the initial inhale, other scents came to me. First, I noticed Mack’s minty smell, and then the clear musk of sex. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Those three acted like there was a going out of business sale on fucking.

Still, something twisted in my gut at the thought of the three of them relieving stress together while they waited for us. Darrel and I followed their scent, finding the three sleeping in a tangle in one of the bedrooms. They looked to be sharing one outfit between them. Aaron wore pants, Scarlet a shirt, and Mack a pair of boxers. The fresh scent of soap clung to the room, and dampness lingered on their pillows.

“I don’t see any injuries, do you?” Darrel growled.

“I’d like to think they wouldn’t fuck if either of them was injured.”

Darrel only shot me a look, and I shrugged, conceding his unspoken point. They would definitely fuck if they were injured.

Scarlet’s eyes opened slowly, and she raised her head, her gaze immediately finding mine. “Lance?” Wiping hair away from her face, she looked around the room until her gaze landed on Darrel. “You guys found us.”

It took her a second to untangle from Aaron and Mack, both of them rolling over when she crawled away.

In two strides, she covered the distance between us and wrapped one arm around each of us.

“Damn it, Scarlet! You could have died.” I leaned in, pressing my forehead to hers. The next moment, my mouth crashed down on hers. She kissed me back, burying her hands in my hair and dragging me closer. My wolf warmed at her touch, needing to be wrapped in her feel and scent. My tongue thrust into her mouth, hot and desperate, and my arms crushed her against me. I broke away, gasping for air. “I am so pissed at you,” I gritted out.

“I know,” Scarlet whispered. “We fucked up, but we made it.”

“Lance, man, either you should go take a walk, or you two should tell me to,” Darrel said, his hand clapping down on my shoulder. “But I’m not going anywhere until I know you and Aaron are uninjured, Scarlet, or that you’ve got a handle on your wolf, Lance.”

I stepped back.

Darrel was fucking right, as usual.

I had almost lost her. My wolf knew it, and I knew it. But she was still standing there, panting and half asleep. Her lips were swollen, eyes wide, and she wore nothing but a T-shirt that didn’t do anything to hide her peaked nipples or her long, bare legs. I was so desperate to touch her that I knew I had to get some space from this woman, or I’d scoop her up and pin her to the nearest wall. I had a lot of fantasies about our first fuck, but having Darrel watching in concern did not play into any of them.

Reaching up, she rubbed her eyes. “Shit. I have so much information to tell you guys. I don’t even know where to start.”

“How about we start with coffee and some breakfast,” Darrel rumbled as he turned toward me. “Lance, would you and Jane mind heading off to get us breakfast? There was a place about five blocks back.”

It wasn’t a command. Darrel was only making a strongly worded suggestion because he saw that I was losing hold of my wolf and acting unlike myself—well, unlike myself before I’d met Scarlet. Now, I always seemed to be losing my head.

Scarlet crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “I hope you funnel all your anger at me, Lance Knight. Neither Mack nor Aaron need that right now. They’re uninjured, but Aaron was mauled last night, and Mack had to carry him about forty miles.”

“I carried him because Scarlet was hit repeatedly with a club.” The words were from Mack, who still appeared to be fast asleep on the bed when I checked.

“Breakfast,” I growled as I turned toward the hall. It was all I could fucking say right now. I had more than enough anger to go around for all three of them. Darrel was right. I needed to get my head on straight before I interacted with people I didn’t want to fight.

Jane kept her gaze on her phone as we drove to the store, and she didn’t offer to help me carry in the coffees and food. I bought a shit ton of sugary pastries, trying not to terrify the tiny human teenager behind the counter. His face looked bloodless as he filled a cardboard carafe with coffee and a pastry bag.

As the young man gathered our breakfast, I peered out the window at the glimmering lake. There weren’t many boats out, but as it was a crisp February day. Only the hardiest of fishermen would head out on a day like this.

Each house around the crescent-shaped lake had its own dock, many with slides leading into the water. In the summer, this lake would likely be filled with swimmers and pleasure boaters. I could imagine them floating on rafts and drinking beer.