Ezra kisses my cheek before brushing his nose across it, and I turn into him, seeking his lips. My lips press to his desperately, almost bruising, as I delve my tongue between his lips. His taste takes over my senses, and I bite his lip softly, his hand twists in my hair and pulls me closer. He groans into my mouth, kissing me harder and taking control.
Hands trail up my sides before cupping my breasts as Mateo presses his lips to my shoulder and up my neck. I moan as his hot tongue comes in contact with their mark. A ripple of lust washes over me, and I turn to pull away from Ezra to kiss Mateo. His tongue plunges into my mouth, playing with mine as he hungrily tastes every inch of my mouth.
Ezra grips my hips, turning me on his lap, so I am straddling him. His hot mouth wraps around my nipple as he flicks it with his tongue. Mateo kisses the side of my mouth, his lips move down my jaw and neck. Then I feel Ezra’s erection beneath me and I roll my hips against him. He growls, my core pulsates with anticipation as his cock presses against my slick folds, coating him in my arousal.
Mateo’s hand snakes between our bodies, and he cups my throbbing pussy, his thumb presses against my clit, while his other hand squeezes my breast. Ezra seizes my lips urgently as Mateo pumps two fingers in and out of me, my hips rocking against Ezra, riding Mateo’s fingers when he presses his chest against my back. His fingers are slick with my arousal, and I lift my hips, sinking down on Ezra’s hard length as he adjusts himself. My walls clench him instantly, and I shudder at the full feeling and the stretching sensation as I take him in one motion.
He groans, his hands move to my hips, slamming me down on him. Mateo’s fingers move between my cheeks as he coats me with my juices, sliding his finger into the tight muscles of my ass. I tilt my head back, seeking his lips, and he leans down, his other hand grips my throat as he crashes his lips down on mine.
His fingers slip in and out of me. Ezra nips and sucks at my breasts as my hips rock against him. Mateo pulls his fingers from me, running his fingers between Ezra and me, stealing more of my juices that spill onto my thighs.
“Fuck!” Ezra groans, his hand moves back to my hips, slamming me down harder on him when Mateo’s arm wraps around my chest, pulling me back against his chest. His cock presses to my ass before he thrusts in. I moan loudly, rocking my hips between them, slowly getting used to the feel. Mateo kisses my temple right when his arm releases me.
“Good girl,” he growls. His lips trail across my shoulder as he pulls my hair over it. His hand squeezes my breast, and he rolls my nipple between his fingers while Ezra’s teeth graze the other. I writhe between them, my orgasm starts building when Mateo pulls out, slamming back into me and forcing me to grip Ezra’s shoulders as he is shoved back into the dirt.
Mateo slams into me and makes me cry out, my walls pulsate and flutter when they work in perfect tandem, pounding themselves into me. I give in to the feeling, letting them own my body and take what they want because I want it too. I need it after so long. I have allowed myself to pull away from them. It’s my fault that I am so starved of touch, and starved of the bond. I didn’t realize we were all drowning in the loss of contact, losing each other, lost in the bubble of parenting, working, and surviving.
We lost ourselves in everything else. Something I swear I won’t let happen again. We need each other, need our bond, because a mate bond is always worth saving.
Sage
We lock ourselves in the house, the roller shutters go down and lock into place. Kat becomes a monster when the darkness takes over her. Mateo tries his best to explain to me what the heck is going on, but one thing is clear, they all fear her when she is like this.
I didn’t realize the extent until I saw her in wolf form biting at the tires. Fear gripped me that she would be crushed under the rear tires. But nothing scared me more than the realization that she was trying to attack her kids.
Mateo explained when she is like that, it is all basic instinct, that nothing is left of Kat when she gets that way. Jonah is frightened as the house is locked down.
Whimpering, and I feel bad that I can’t shift back to comfort him. His body is pressed between my front legs, his tiny hands that clutch my fur are shaking violently. I lick his face, the only offer of comfort I can give him. If I shift back, I will have to walk around naked. My clothes were shredded to pieces when I shifted.
Dipping my head, I sniff Jonah’s face and tug on his shirt to move into the living room and on the couch. He quickly obliges, climbing up next to Marge, who brushes his cheek softly as she places both babies on the floor to crawl around.
Donnie nips at our face, his voice echoes in my head loud and clear. He is mad.
“You could have got bitten,” he growls, not happy that we tossed ourselves at Kat, directly in the path of her snapping jaws.
Kat is my friend, and I know she would never forgive herself if she hurt her kids, Marge or Jonah. Jonah, the thought of something happening to him twists my stomach painfully, oh, how I love that little boy. He has nestled his way into everyone’s heart, and I will protect him with my life even if Donnie hates me for it. But the thing is that I know his instincts burn the same.
Sierra nips him back when Donnie suddenly walks up the steps and disappears. When he comes back, it’s Andrei, dressed in shorts.