This time she nods, then gestures to the places he touched her. Which includes her back—presumably from holding her against him—and various places on her torso. “They both placed knives here,” she gestures at her throat.
We proceed to clean every space with soap and water.
Then Caius takes over by washing her hair while Volt focuses on her thighs and the sweet space between her legs. No one touched her there, but he’s being thorough.
All the while I watch, waiting for her to be ready for us.
It’s a drawn out game of delayed gratification.
I want to bite her.
And now I’m trying to decide where she’ll bear my mark.
It needs to be somewhere everyone will see. I want there to be no question as to who she belongs to.
Caius and Volt take turns kissing her as they worship her with their hands, their bodies primed to claim in more ways than one.
I’m hard, too.
Painfully so.
But my wolf is more eager to bite.
I take in her supple form, that flat belly, perky tits, curvy bottom. Fuck, she’s perfect.
“We never should have waited,” I say, repeating myself from earlier. “We should have claimed you from the very first day.”
Which would have been impossible in wolf form.
However, it’s the point that matters most.
“I’m sorry it took me this long to understand,” I say, stepping into her space as Caius finishes washing her hair. I have her by the nape again, my opposite hand on her hip. “I’m going to spend however long it takes to earn your forgiveness.”
“I’m not upset,” she whispers.
“Then I’ll wait however long it takes to earn my wolf’s forgiveness,” I clarify. “Because he’s furious with me.”
She smiles. “You ignored him. They don’t like that.”
“No, they don’t,” I agree, brushing my lips against hers. “They really, really don’t.”
I kiss her the way he tells me to now, all teeth and tongue and dominance. She practically vibrates against me, her body so fucking ready. I growl, the sound low and meant for a mate. She trembles in response, the alluring scent of slick touching my senses.
Volt rumbles in approval.
Caius, too.
All three of us are calling to her, demanding she prepare herself for our need.
I’m aware we’re on a timeline.
But my wolf doesn’t care.
And I meant what I said about allowing him to lead.
I release her neck to grab her hips, lifting her into the air and pinning her to the shower wall. I don’t wait. I don’t even play. I just thrust into her weeping heat and take her to the hilt.
She cries out in surprise more than pain, her body already acclimating to mine.
Because she was made for us.
Just as we were made for her.
“If I’m going to claim you here, then I’m going to do it properly,” I tell her. “By making you come while I bite you.”
She grabs my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. “Then you better fuck me harder,” she breathes. “Or I’m going to end up biting you first.”
Volt chuckles. “Do it, sweetling. He deserves it for making us all wait this long.”
I growl, slamming into her again and drawing a scream from her throat. “Hard enough?”
“No.” She arches into me on a needy little moan, her claws dragging down my arms. She hasn’t shifted, not really. But her nails are sharp and potent.
And they’re turning me the fuck on.
As is her mouth.
My palm circles her throat, my other hand staying at her hip as I drive the pace between the lower halves of our bodies.
But I let her dictate the embrace between our mouths.
Which turns out to be just this side of feral.
Her wolf has taken over entirely, driving our savagery and encouraging my beast to come out to play.
So I let him, giving into the animalistic need to fuck. To take. To claim.
She’s screaming.
I’m snarling.
And together we create a beautiful song of carnality.
The hot energy coming off of Volt and Caius only add to our embrace. I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for that claiming moment.
It’s intense.
It’s right.
It’s absolutely fucking perfect.
Her tight sheath squeezes my shaft, demanding my knot. I don’t hold back. I don’t delay. I just give in to her on a growl, not bothering to hold back my savage intent.
Clove falls apart, her body spasming as she accepts all of me inside her.
I erupt on a roar, my knot shooting out of my shaft to claim what’s mine.