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  When he strode toward me, I shivered, but remained rooted to the spot. When he reached out, I jerked as his hands closed on my hips and pulled me forward. Our bodies met for the first time, skin to skin, and I wanted to howl, wanted to snarl and yip. But I remained silent, tipping back my head, hoping he’d accept my invitation.

  Slowly, his head bent while his gaze bored into mine. Our lips touched. So softly at first, I worried he’d changed his mind, but then a rumble vibrated through his chest, and he spread his fingers, cupping my ass and pulling me against his erection as he pushed his tongue inside my mouth.

  Again, I couldn’t think. I was overcome with elation. Yes, yes! I wanted to shout as our tongues lashed and twisted. Our teeth tugged at tongues and lips. I tasted blood, but didn’t care if it was his or mine; the thickness pushing against my belly lit a fire. I jerked back my head.

  He made a sound, something between a groan and a growl, and he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he strode toward the old, frayed couch and bent to place me there on the edge. I fell backward and raised my legs, holding my thighs apart as he stared down at my pussy. I reached between my legs and parted my folds, and then reached with my other hand to grip his cock. I drew him downward, placed his tip at my entrance, and then raised my hands to settle them against his chest. “I’ve waited long enough.”

  Corbin drew me from the couch onto his cock, my weight carrying me down his long, thick shaft. Even though my inner walls were slick, the stretch burned divinely. When I was seated, I collapsed against his chest, another shiver working its way down my back.

  He cupped my cheeks and forced my head to tilt away. My blonde hair feathered over my back and ass, adding another sensual thrill, reminding me this was really happening. I was impaled on Corbin’s cock. My breasts rested against his naked chest. In a moment, if the dark hunger tightening his cheeks and jaw were any indication, he’d let loose a storm.

  His jaws ground tightly, and he briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his gaze burned. “I wanted you from the first time you paraded into my room in your panties when we were kids. I had to start locking my door because I needed to jerk off every single night with your scent in my nose.”

  “You never said anything. I thought the only emotion I could arouse in you was annoyance.”

  He leaned toward me and bit the tip of my nose. “Did you think you’d prod me into doing this?” he asked, his voice raw.

  “I had my fantasies.” As thrilling as his admission was, I didn’t want to talk. I squeezed myself around him, reminding him exactly where he was.

  “Little bitch,” he said, only this time, he said it with hunger deepening his voice. His eyes flashed, mirroring the moonlight.

  I shook my hair, drawing on the wild creature writhing inside me to give him a little tooth and nail. I narrowed my eyes then closed the space between us to nuzzle his cheek, his ear. I bit his shoulder and let my teeth scrape across it. “Fuck me, Corbin. Make me howl.”

  In the space of a breath, he had me off him and turned, his arm beneath my hips to lift me to just the right height. Then he gripped my buttocks, forced my knees apart with rough nudges, and plunged inside my pussy.

  With my face against the musty shag carpet, I drew deep, ragged breaths, my arms shaking too hard for me to rise, but he tugged my hair, wrapping it around his fist, and pulled me up, my back arching, my breasts thrusting forward.

  He pulled his cock nearly all the way out, his shaft rubbing my channel and producing a ripple of pleasure. With his hand in my hair, I couldn’t move, couldn’t slam backward; I remained still as he began to pound inside me, each movement a powerful plunge that forced out my breath in harsh, grunting gasps. Soon, I whimpered and moaned as, too quickly, he drove me toward the precipice. Just as my orgasm began to explode, he withdrew, pushing me forward and releasing my hair.

  I fell against the carpet then whipped around to face him on my hands and knees. I snarled and growled. But he arched a brow and nodded toward the open sliding glass door. Two wolves rushed through it, one threading through the furniture, moving directly toward me, the other making a larger circle before drawing to a stop just behind me.

  A nose nuzzled my sex. A wet tongue slid between my folds. I closed my eyes, already so aroused I couldn’t stop the deep moan, couldn’t help but raise my ass and ask for more.

  I glared at Corbin, his cock glistening with my juices as he backed away to sit on the sofa while the wolf in front of me nuzzled beneath my chest. He tongued one nipple then the other while another long tongue entered me, sliding deep inside again and again.

  As Corbin’s dark gaze narrowed, I gave myself over to the pleasure and howled.

  *

  I awoke, lying on my side on the thick carpet, an arm cloaked in blond hair around my waist, Scott’s broad, hairy chest resting against mine. His hand was wrapped around mine while he moved it up and down his shaft. “Nice of Corbin to get things going,” he murmured.

  “Bastard,” I whispered, pushing against his chest, but he refused to budge. His hand gripped mine harder, pumping it up and down. And although I wished I could resist, I was already feeling that hot thrum building inside me. Mathias’s cock was between my legs, rutting through my labia. My lips were so moist he glided easily, forward and back.

  “He wants to watch,” Mathias whispered in my ear.

  Almost afraid to look, I glanced slowly over to the sofa. Corbin sat sprawled, one foot on the floor. His cock stood erect as his hand worked up and down his length in slow pulls.

  His gaze was direct. “You demanded a test. I’ll assume you chose Mathias and Scott for the same reason you chose me—you’re attracted. They’ll each take you. Together—apart, if you’re still undecided. But as your brother, I’ll bear witness to how they treat you and whether you’re well-matched.”

  I frowned. “But…you…” I didn’t want to say it aloud. Didn’t want to sound so needy. Would he demand I narrow my choice to his packmates, despite the fact we’d both drawn pleasure from fucking before they’d arrived. I let out a frustrated huff.

  Mathias bit my earlobe. “Let’s have some fun,” he whispered. “It’s killing him, you know.”

  I shot a glance over my shoulder and noted his sly smile. “He doesn’t care,” I whispered, knowing Corbin could still hear us. “He’s probably counting the days until he can shove me out of his house.”

  Mathias grunted, and his chest jerked against my back. “He has a hard-on every single day we meet for our morning runs. He cares.”

  Scott cleared his throat. “You two through talking? I want to fuck.”

  Mathias shot out a hand to grasp Scott’s wrist, which stilled our up-and-down motions. “It’s our duty to give everything to this test. Cammi isn’t promised. Any one of us could be her mate.”

  Scott’s brows drew together as he locked gazes with me. “It’s not likely she’ll choose me. Or you. If Corbin hadn’t signaled us to take her, she’d have been happy enough to let him finish.”

  “Wait.” I pushed back my hair. “He told you to come inside?”

  “Jerked his head to invite us in then backed right off you, baby. What’s a wolf to think? Mathias was quicker. He gave you your orgasm. It’s my turn now.”

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re a jerk?”

  “Jerk would have been the kindest thing my dad ever called me.”

  His words were all the more shocking because he said them without expression. Not a smirk or a snarl. His tone dead even. For the first time, I really looked at him. And though I could tell he wanted to look away, he returned my stare.

  “You’d let your father define you?”

  He cussed softly. “This isn’t about him. Do you want to fuck or not?”

  “I do,” I said, surprised it was true. “Do you know why I chose you?”

  He shook his head, his gaze hardening.

  “Because you’re so aggressive. Doesn’t make sense, does it?” I touched his chest. �
�But there’s more to you, isn’t there?”

  He tugged his cock. “And it’s right here, baby.”

  “Asshole,” I chided.

  “Never pretended to be anything else.”

  Going with my gut, I moved toward him. His hand came up to grip my shoulder, holding me away. Instinct, I knew, and I felt a twinge inside my chest. His fingers dug into my flesh, but I continued forward, moving in to kiss him. Our lips met. His remained closed while I rubbed mine softly over his, side to side, and then with a slight circular motion. Slowly, he eased apart his lips, and I was inside, stroking his tongue, my hand reaching up to pull on his long hair.

  Behind me, Mathias kissed my shoulder, licked the back of my neck, then gave me a bite, his teeth bruising but not tearing my skin. I writhed, sliding my hips forward and back, my belly nudging Scott’s cock then my ass pressing against Mathias’s.

  Scott rolled to his back, his hand clutching my hair to force me to follow him. I straddled his hips.

  Mathias followed me, his cock sliding between my buttocks, and I knew what was about to happen, how they thought they would take me—only I was the one in charge. I broke the kiss and held myself up on one arm as I gripped Scott’s cock and placed it at my entrance. I circled my hips, screwing halfway down his thickness then paused.

  I flipped my hair and glanced over my shoulder. Mathias lifted a brow but moved closer. He spit on his fingers then rubbed the moisture over my tiny, puckered hole. A moment later, his arrow-shaped tip pushed against me.

  Turning back to look down at Scott, I noted the stark need in his flushed face. I bent closer and rubbed my nipples on his chest. “Hold them, please,” I whispered, my plea my way of saying that I needed him.

  Scott palmed my breasts and pinched my nipples, hard enough my breath caught.

  Mathias entered me, pushing slowly forward. His girth stretched the ring of muscles, made me burn. When he was seated, I slid the rest of the way down Scott’s cock.

  For a long moment, we rested like that. Mathias pressed against my back, my chest mashed to Scott’s, just his hands between us. I reached back to grasp Mathias’s wrists and moved his hands to my hips. “Move me. Fuck us both.”

  Both men snarled. Scott’s growl shook my body. Mathias withdrew then slowly filled me again and repeated the motion, faster this time, faster again the next. His hands gripping me hard, he moved my body forward and back to meet his thrusts, moving me on Scott’s cock so that he too was stroked.

  Together, our hearts pounded in a single rhythm, our bodies flowed gracefully, rocking…rocking, until heat built inside me and arousal made me ache. “I’m close,” I gasped. “So fucking close.”

  Mathias bit my shoulder and held me in his grip as his strokes quickened.

  Scott lifted his head and plundered my mouth with a lustful kiss. He gave my nipples one wicked, hard twist, and I flew, arching, howling, a huge shudder working through my body as I exploded.

  Both men shouted and emptied themselves inside me, but they seemed loath to end our rutting. We rocked together, more for comfort now. Until at last, Mathias collapsed atop me.

  I rubbed my cheek against Scott’s shoulder and slowly opened my eyes, my glance landing on Corbin, still sitting on the couch. His fingers dug into his thighs while his cock, still rigid, and redder now, stood tapping his belly.

  I slung an arm behind me to catch Mathias’s neck and drew him down and to the side to kiss him. Then I drew him farther downward so that we both shared a sloppy, wolfy kiss with Scott, who didn’t seem to mind whose tongue was in his mouth. When we broke to drag in deep kisses, the men chuckled softly.

  “Bitch,” Scott whispered.

  “Asshole.”

  Mathias nipped my neck. “Fuck, I don’t want to move.”

  But we peeled apart. Mathias went to the kitchen sink and wet a cloth which he used to clean me up. Something that should have embarrassed me for I rested on my hands while he washed between my legs and buttocks. But I was still riding the euphoria, still feeling lazy and sated. They could have done anything, placed me in any position for their inspection or pleasure, and I wouldn’t have argued.

  The men stretched on their backs on the carpet, and then glanced toward Corbin. My gaze followed theirs. Corbin slowly straightened on the couch, extended his arms to rest on the top of the cushions. Then he gave me a direct stare. A silent command. And since I was still juiced up, my blood still humming with pleasure and renewing desire, I pushed up from the carpet and sauntered toward him.

  Without a word spoken between us, I crawled over his lap, nestled my thighs on either side of his hips, and held his cock away from his belly and pointed toward my slit. With a slow circle of my hips, I captured him and screwed downward.

  When our groins were flush, I shook my hair behind me and lifted my breasts, offering the still-reddened and engorged tips. When he didn’t move toward them, I grew more determined and pressed one nipple against his mouth, rubbing it over his bottom lip as I began to move on his cock, forward and back. My clit ground against crisp pubic hairs, and the sensation tightened the coiled excitement inside me.

  And he wasn’t immune. His eyes reflecting like gold mirrors, his heart thudded loudly inside his chest. Faster and faster.

  I gripped his shoulders and rose, sliding up his thick cock then shoving downward, liking the feel of all those fat inches ramming up inside me. I repeated the movement several times before he cursed and caught the sides of my hips to hold me down.

  His cock seemed to expand, crowding against my interior walls, until I couldn’t breathe. I had to move. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, tugged his bottom lip with my teeth, trying to incite him. But he held still until I straightened and glared.

  Only then, when I’d conceded control, did he move, placing the rough pad of his thumb against my clit. He rubbed it, rasping the tender, distended nub until I quivered and mewed. “Please, Corbin.”

  He lifted me off him, slid to the side, and bent me over the seat cushion. Then he entered me from behind, a finger on my clit, circling in my juices. “Don’t come, little bitch. Not yet.”

  I reached out, fisted my hands on the seat cushions, and nodded my head, grinding my jaws, because I was there, right at the edge. But I wouldn’t disobey my alpha’s command. I’d be good. The best. He’d never hear a complaint. If he needed me still, needed me stretched beyond endurance, I’d gladly hover on the edge.

  He plunged into me, his strokes hard and fast. And he moved me constantly, lifting my ass, changing the angle of his thrusts, until my channel was inflamed and strong rippling contractions pulled at his cock.

  His own breaths came in harsh pants, but he didn’t stop, ruthlessly fucking, driving me out of my mind until I was begging, whimpering, so overcome with the need to find my release, I was ready to promise anything.

  He pounded my ass, the slaps sounding wet and lurid. “Did you know,” he said, his voice tight and fierce. “Did you know that Scott, Mathias, and I are as close as littermates? That we suckled my mother side by side?”

  “No,” I gasped, clamping my jaw as he delivered another delicious flurry of hard strokes. I wasn’t lying, not entirely. I hadn’t known they’d been raised like littermates.

  “We share everything. And you chose us all. How could you not know? Did you want to drive a wedge between us?”

  A finger pushed against my asshole, which was still tender from Mathias’s rigorous fucking. I let out another gasp then groaned as it pushed inside. “I didn’t know. I swear. My mother married into your clan. How could I know?”

  “We run together. We hunt as a team.”

  “You run with all of your pack. You’ve run with me.” I pushed up on my arms, deepening the curve of my back, and I hung there, while he rocked hard, causing my breasts to jiggled with the force of his thrusts.

  “We’ve shared women. Shared my house. Until you returned. And then, I couldn’t have you in the same space, driving us all crazy with your scent and the sight
of you roaming around in your skimpy underwear. We’re wolves, Cammi. Half wild.”

  “And yet, you resisted,” I hissed.

  He crammed up inside me and rested his chest against my back. In my ear, his breath gusted as he said, “I fucked my fist, wishing it was you.”

  “I fingered myself in my bed, in my bath, thinking about you, thinking about your pack around us, watching us mate.” I closed my eyes, appalled I’d admitted so much.

  His sweaty cheek rubbed against mine, scraping me with bristles. “Did you dream of us taking you together?”

  I slumped and let out a ragged sob. “Yes.”

  He withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. Which I was. Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked them away. If he was teaching me a lesson, I wouldn’t let him see the full impact. I’d never let him know he’d shattered me.

  “Let’s go for a run.”

  His voice was even again. Quiet. He wasn’t going to find release inside me. Wouldn’t let me find mine. Not knowing if the invitation included me, I slowly dropped to the carpet and turned my wary glance to the three males standing on the edge of the carpet—three males in their prime, strong, ripped. I could have one. I still had the choice, but now the thought left me feeling bleak. Not because I had to choose one, but because I couldn’t have all three.

  Corbin fisted his hands on his hips as he stared down at me. “I said we’d run.”

  I hated the fact that my pulse leapt, like a pup eager for a treat. But I rose and followed them as they made their way out the sliding doors and into the forest beyond.

  *

  We ran like the wind, Scott twisting to shove against Mathias’s shoulders or to nip at my flanks, driving us faster. I wasn’t the strongest or swiftest, but I was in the lead, with Corbin taking up the rear, ever watchful of hidden dangers.

  I raised my snout to the air, following the scent of water. I plunged down an embankment and into the river, paddling across, listening for the splashes behind me as the males followed. On the other side, I found a sandy bank where I flopped down and changed. I rolled to my back to stare at the stars through the canopy of leaves and dragged in deep breaths.