Into Their Woods (The Eerie, #1)(107)

“God, she fucking tastes like heaven,” Gannon sends through our link, and I’m not sure if he mindspoke on purpose or if that thought just slipped through.

“Is that right?” Perth asks, a one-sided grin quirking up his mouth as he leans down further. “Gan thinks you taste like heaven, but I suspect you taste like perfection. Let’s see which one of us is right.”

His lips are on mine before I can finish gasping in surprise—kissing me upside down like something straight out of a Spiderman movie. His bottom lip is full and juicy, and his scruff rough in the best kind of way. I open for him eagerly, swallowing his groan as our tongues tease and twine and the kiss deepens.

I’ve always been free and confident when it comes to sex and my body, but this is everything I never knew I needed. Perth’s big hands cup my tits again, and he starts kneading them as he expertly plunders my mouth. He pinches my nipples in perfect timing with the suction of Gannon’s mouth and the thrust of his fingers. I swear to fuck I almost leave my body.

I don’t even get the chance to ask them if they’re mentally coordinating with one another, because their assault on me is ruthless. Unrelenting. Sublime.

Both men feel so good as they worship my body like they’ve been building shrines to it their entire lives.

Gannon said there wasn’t anything different about shifter sex, but I’m quickly discovering that’s not true at all. With heightened senses and the mental connection we have, it takes everything to a level I never knew could exist.

Both men’s sexual appetites give off scents so potent I can taste them melting on my tongue like decadent chocolates. Gannon’s is spicier and Perth’s sweeter, but somehow, scent has become a new and very erogenous experience. The swirling air fills my lungs and makes every breath shallower than the last until I’m panting, pulsing, pushing toward that final mindless moment.

“Ready?” Gannon asks, and I’m not sure if it’s aimed at me or Perth, but when Gannon bites my clit at the same time Perth pinches my nipples, I get my answer. I’m launched hard into the most intense, life-altering orgasm I’ve ever had, and I do just as I’m told, screaming Gannon’s name while I drench his face with my cum.

Their avid excitement feeds my own, looping me into a cycle of overwhelming pleasure that leaves me howling, my thighs clenched around Gannon’s face, while Perth leans over and sucks the sensitive peak of a nipple into his hot mouth. I instantly burst again like I’m nothing more than the clouds outside—too full to contain themselves—falling apart into tiny fluttering flakes of ecstasy.

There’s no coming back from this.

I know it immediately as I float in pure bliss. Gannon said there were no strings, that sex was just sex, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

They hunted.

I was caught.

And it’s clear now that this claim they have on me goes more than wolf-deep…

Because I want more.





31





NOAH





I come down from my trip to nirvana like a feather drifting on a breeze. But instead of being sated and spent, my body is still buzzing with need, my mind whirling with want. Hungrily, I reach for Perth’s cock as he moves his mouth from one breast to the other. Gannon is licking my release from my thighs with a satisfied growl, and all I know is if I don’t get them both inside of me right this minute, I’m going to implode.

My hand wraps around Perth’s thick shaft just as Gannon shoots up. His head tilts slightly and turns…like he’s listening to something.

“Shit. We’re about to have company,” he growls at the same time that Perth grabs his shirt from the floor and helps me get it on.

“What’s going on?” I sit up, still slightly dazed as I take in the concern etched on both Perth’s and Gannon’s faces.

“Ellery just told us the enforcers are bringing up a den. They live down the mountain from us, and something’s wrong with their mate,” Perth explains, looking from me to the front door and back again.

“Do you think it’s the den from the woods? Is this some kind of trap?” I question, alarm coursing through me, my gaze flitting between their faces. Perth’s brow is furrowed and Gannon’s impenetrable mask is back in place.

“No. It’s…something else,” Gannon answers, his hand reaching for mine. I take it, traces of my release still coating his fingers as he pulls me up until I’m on my feet. He waits a beat for me to steady myself against him, and then steps away.

“It might be best for you to go upstairs and wait for us,” he urges, just as a booming knock sounds from the front door.

Perth puts his hand on the small of my back and starts to guide me quickly to the stairs. “I’ll walk you up,” he offers, his gaze intense and serious as he and Gannon exchange a loaded look.

Worry pools in my gut, all too quickly replacing the euphoria I was just floating in. My limbs are heavy with anxious alarm, and my heart hammers with fear. We’ve barely reached the landing at the top of the stairs when I hear Gannon open the front door, and a cacophony of voices rush to fill the entryway.

“Ellery! We need Ellery!” a terrified male voice demands. His plea overpowers the screeching wind that barrels into the house through the open door, rushing up the stairs and colliding with my bare shins.