Mateo is still on the floor, not moving. His entire body is tense and locked in the same position as Maddox bends, he crouches in front of him. My heart skips a beat when Maddox grabs the back of his neck. Mateo is resigned to the idea of his death when Maddox presses his forehead to Mateo’s.
“Thank you,” Maddox growls out, his voice thick, shocking not only me but Mateo. “We don’t deserve a friend like you, we don’t deserve her. Yet, you never took her, and thank you, Ares.”
Mateo’s eyes flicker black. “We serve for you,” Ares replies, Mateo’s voice becomes rougher, deeper as Ares answers his Alpha.
“No, you stand with me, always have, even when we don’t deserve you by our side,” Maddox corrects. Ares nods before giving Mateo back control.
Maddox lets him go, and Kat cries in the room behind us, through our bond we feel her agony.
“Do you need help, or can you walk out of here?”
“I can’t move,” Mateo says, and Maddox nods. “Just do it,” Mateo breathes out. Maddox doesn’t hesitate, his fist clenches.
“Wait! Just not the nose, I don’t want it to heal crooked, can’t ruin my sex appeal,” Mateo jokes, as Maddox chuckles.
“Yes, we can’t have that.”
Mateo smiles and shuts his eyes. “On three,” Mateo bargains, and Maddox nods to him.
“One,” Maddox says, punching him in the temple and knocking him out cold. Mateo slumps forward and Maddox catches him.
“You didn’t kill him,” I gasp at Maddox.
“I meant what I said,” Maddox answers, grabbing Mateo and tossing him over his shoulder. He stands and lumbers out of the bathroom and our room, heading for Mateo’s. He places Mateo on his bed before pulling his blanket up and tucking him in, nodding, he turns and walks out, shutting the door behind him.
“Now let’s go help our mate,” he says, walking toward the bedroom, and I feel him give me back the reins as he moves back to the shadows of my mind.
Stepping into the room, Kat writhes on the bed, clawing at the headboard. Blood covers her body despite being in the shower with Mateo, and I can use it to tell where he had healed the worst of her injuries.
Walking around the edge of the bed, I stop beside her, her scent is intoxicating, yet I have to keep my head, so I can try to heal some of the wounds Mateo couldn’t. The moment I lean down and cup her cheek, she moans like she does when I tease her.
Her heat permeates the room like a drug. If she wasn’t injured so badly, from taking on my wounds when she mauled me, I would already be sheathing myself inside her to ease her discomfort.
Maddox remains behind the veil, knowing if he comes forward again, there will be no stopping him. He is a threat to her in her state, and he won’t be able to contain himself.
Kat stops wriggling and focuses on me as the bed dips beneath my weight, I climb on the bed with her. She wriggles against her restraints, trying to reach me. I reach for her bleeding hip and she twists herself, turning and locking her legs around my shoulder. Chuckling, I press on her thigh, holding it to the bed while I curl my arm around her other leg. I flip her onto her side, with me trapped awkwardly between her legs.
I push my weight down on her other leg, allowing me to scramble into a somewhat sitting position, pinning her leg between my arm and side. Saliva pools in my mouth, the antidote to my precious mate’s injuries. I run my tongue across her hip bone, and she shudders and moans, rocking her hips against me. She’s soaking wet, it’s drenching the bed and her thighs are slick with her juices. Her heat-ravaged instincts are in full control, and her body is doing whatever it takes to become mated.
“Left arm by her elbow,” Maddox growls, breaking me from my laser focus on her pussy. My pupils dilate and my vision changes. All I want to do is mate her, bury myself into that sweet heat and lose myself. Her hip heals quickly, and I turn, moving up her body, and she yanks on the handcuffs. The moment my weight lifts off her legs, she wraps them around my waist, tugging me closer. Her wet pussy gyrates against my cock, which is throbbing painfully, as she rocks her hips against me.
I shake my head to focus on not pulling her thighs apart and slipping inside of her. Not yet, I needed to heal her first. I grip her elbow to hold her still, and my tongue traces over the gash before I find yet another wound along her ribs. She whines and mewls at us, desperate for relief. She rolls her hips against me, her wetness a siren’s call for my cock.
Maddox shudders. “Just leave that one, it should be fine,” Maddox growls, pressing forward cautiously, watching our mate.
Kat is almost feral with her desire to mate with us. Running my eyes over her heat-ravaged body, I notice the worst of the injuries are healed. Maddox nods in agreement with my silent question to him.
I don’t need to hold back any longer. I lean down and capture her lips with mine. She moans into my mouth and her back arches, her nipples are hard and graze against my chest, every contact with them sends a fresh moan through her.
I parted her thighs and rubbed my cock between her glistening pussy lips. They’re so wet, I’m gliding through her.
Kat purrs and I press the tip against her entrance before pushing myself inside her. Fuck. It’s almost painful, but in a way that only serves to make me harder for her. Her pussy grips my cock, squeezing and milking it as I slowly move in and out.
It’s not enough. She rocks her hips against me, sucking me farther inside of her until my hips bump into hers. She thrusts hard against me, and the final thread of my sanity breaks. I grab her by the hips and fuck her as hard as her body was begging me for, and what my body demands. With each slam into her wet pussy, she moans and begs for more with her sweet little sounds, and I’m all the more willing to give it to her.