Into Their Woods (The Eerie, #1)(121)

“That’s it, Noah. Take it,” Ellery encourages as he jacks his dick quicker.

Ruger drops his grip on my hair so he can swat my other ass cheek. I lose count of how many times he spanks me. All I know is I’m on fire in the best way, and my pussy is dripping around his thick shaft. Every delicious slap and thrust leads me closer to the edge until I’m dangling over a canyon of ecstasy. I’m holding onto a rope, just waiting for that moment when my muscles slip and I lose control.

All of a sudden, he’s reaching around me, those fingers strumming my clit as pain and pleasure clash together inside of me.

I burst apart just as Ellery shouts, “Yes,” and a hot stream of cum splashes sideways across my chest.

Consumed by my own orgasm, I can’t even watch his, though I’m certain Ruger sees it. Because the minute his denmate’s done, his hand is at my back, pressing me forward. “Bend down and let Ellery smear his cream across your tits. I’m going to cum on your ass, love.”

The sheriff’s hands shoot out, massaging my heaving breasts as Ruger fucks me so hard that my feet slide a bit across the carpet. Unlike the feral look of the man in the mirror, the expression on Ellery’s face has relaxed. He’s intensely focused as he paints his cum across my writhing body.

“This pussy was made for me,” Ruger growls.

I feel myself start to contract again around his cock, another orgasm hovering right after the first.

Is it possible to die from too much pleasure, because I might be there…and what a way to go!

Ellery’s fingers slowly drag across my nipples like they’re works of art. He coats each one in cum until they’re completely glazed, dripping. And then he leans forward and sucks on one.

I gasp as I fly headlong into bliss.

Ruger grunts and pulls roughly out of me, his hand flying to his cock as my body starts to go limp. I have just enough strength to hold myself in place as I watch Ruger spray his seed all over my ass.

Then I crumple into a heap as both men fingerpaint their scents onto my skin. Boneless and more sated than I ever thought possible, I marvel at how much I like it.

If there was any doubt left in my mind about these men, it was just fucked out of me.

They’re mine.

And holy fuck…I’m theirs.





35





NOAH





The moon is beautiful as it rises over the mountain. Its silvery light beams through the window, making the white wicker furniture in my room glow around me as I stare at a cellphone Ruger just let me borrow.

Sitting on my bed, I stare at the screen and chew my lip.

“I like them,” I confess out loud, as though speaking it into the universe makes it more real. It’s not like the cosmos are going to scream no take-backsies at me if I change my mind, but it feels important to say it.

Shit. I more than like this den, if I’m being honest.

I didn’t see it coming, which is probably stupid because they did bite me in the Hunt and tell me that they chose me for a mate, and they’ve been looking out for me ever since.

But I was certain that their interest was going to stay one-sided. To even consider the alternative seemed insane.

It doesn’t feel crazy anymore though.

I’m not sure exactly when it changed, but it has. I can admit that. My heart was like a battered antique before, but now it gleams. I feel restored and whole and just…so fucking hopeful.

If I listen to my wolf, all of this is a done deal. They chose me, and I choose them, easy as pie. But I’m not just a wolf. I’m a person too. A woman. Someone who had a life, a job, and a somewhat hazy future, but it was mine, and I worked hard for it.

Now, as I stare down at the phone, at the number I’ve typed into it, I realize this is the first step I’m taking as a woman. From here on out, everything I was will be left behind. The human, the orphan—they’ll disappear into the depths of old memories. And what’s left will be me—Noah Lupescu, wolf shifter, mate to the Arcan den.

Okay. I’m doing this, I declare like I’m some athlete in a locker room getting myself all hyped for the big game.

Fuck.

I can do this.

My fingers shake a little—from either excitement or the nerves—as I tap the green call button. It starts to ring, and my heart begins racing like it’s going for gold in the Olympics.

Please let me get voicemail. It’s late. It’ll definitely go to voicemail.

“Hello?” Patrice’s bitchy tone startles me and I jerk up, back stiffening.

“Oh. You’re still there.” Dammit. Even with the time change, I thought I’d be safe.

“Who is this?” she snaps, as if she doesn’t have an ounce of patience, not even for an unknown caller who could be a new customer.

“Is Dr. Jindra still in?” I ask, not wanting to deal with her but also feeling the need to speak directly to the doctor.

“No. What do you need?” Her tone has all the charm of a swarm of flies.

“I can call back tomorrow—”

“You’re the new tech, aren’t you?” she huffs, disdain dripping from the question. “I recognize your mousy voice.”

I reel back and pull the phone down, staring at it in shock for a second before pressing back to my ear.