51. Us

Us

Dublin

Pushing off Naomi's coat, Wild devoured her mouth, then flipped her around toward the closest surface — the kitchen table where I'd set out a rare set of bone china Irish tea cups and saucers, crafted by Belleek and dating back to the 1700s.

But in one fell swoop of Wild's arm, those antique dishes were sent crashing to the floor, shattering as the Wild King folded Naomi over the table.

My stomach dropped.

It was happening again. Naomi was being taken right in front of me.

I stood there, frozen, as this new scene unfolded.

Naomi

Wild yanked down the leggings Dublin had bought. Just far enough to give himself access.

I couldn't see it, but through our now open mate bond, I felthow hard he became at the sight of me, lying there on full display with my palms flattened on the table. I could smell my arousal in his nose.

Wild

My wolf was a simple creature: easy to please, happy just to have his ears scratched. The truth was, my human was far more dangerous.

I'd tried to spare our Flower from the storm raging inside of me. It wasn't her fault that mating her had turned me into a stark raving nutter. Yet it was all her fault.

I could no longer hold on, hold back.

"I'm sorry, Flower." I fell over her back, pushing words into her mind for the first time since my last claim of her. Pulling my painfully hard cock out of the fleece trackies I'd "borrowed" from Dublin, I apologized from the bottom of my pitiful soul. "Too far gone to be gentle."

Sea

Wild's emotions were so loud I could barely sense our Mairinua.

But I felt her cry out when her Wild King drove into her from behind with one hard shove, pushing her entire body forward on the table.

Naomi

It was an invasion, sudden and deep. But it didn't hurt. Wild's feral lust was an infection that had somehow spread to me, too .

I was no longer in heat, but my core was slick, allowing Wild to start moving without any friction on my part.

Sea

Holy… I could feel the pull of her cunt as Wild rutted her. Desperate and needy as she mewled underneath him.

"DON'T YE DARE TOUCH YERSELVES!"

I didn't realize my hand had moved toward the bulge between my legs until Wild's voice boomed into my mind. Beside me, Dublin also pulled his hand back.

Apparently, the City King wasn't as over watching others claim his queen as he thought —

"Too soon! Too soon! Fuck, too soon!"

Wild's inner protest was all the warning I got before a sharp electric feeling shot through my cock.

Him releasing.

I was still hard as steel, but Wild's relief washed over me like a tide.

Wild

… followed immediately by shame.

I was spent, but our Flower hadn't found her release yet. Her drenched cunt was still quivering around me, grasping at my deflating length.

I pulled out. Fuck.

Naomi

I didn't understand why he pulled out so soon. Or the ugly emotions now flowing from his side of our bond.

"Wild, are you…"My eyes pooled with tears as my core clenched air. "Are you punishing me again?"

"No, no, I'm sorry, Flower," he crooned into my head, even as he pulled out of me. "I'm so very sorry."

His regret washed over me, along with his sincere apology. But then, a new steely resolve suddenly replaced his guilt. "But I promise ye this…"

Sea

Wild flipped our mate onto her back and began removing her boots, underwear, and leggings as he made her a vow. "It won't happen again this heat moon. You will always come first. Your three kings are going to make sure of it, over and over again. We won't stop until you beg us to."

My length dripped at the idea, and I slid Dublin a sideways look. But he'd muted his side of the bond, and the expression on his face was unreadable. I couldn't tell how he felt about Wild making four-way promises on his behalf.

Perhaps that indecision was why Wild called Dublin forward instead of me. "Come, City King," he commanded, beckoning him over to the table.

Naomi

I shivered when Wild ran a hand over the seam of my pulsing sex, now wet with his spend and my unmet need .

But my heart stopped when Wild commanded, "Clean her up. And don't stop until she comes all over yer face."

I broke free from my lust daze to say out loud, "No, Wild, not again. Don't make him."

Sea

I answered in full voice before Wild could. "There will be no making him, Mairinua."

I turned my gaze to Dublin, my chest hardening with the same resolve as Wild's. "Either he's in this with us, or he can spend our heat moon locked away in another closet."

Dublin

It had been a loo, but Sea's meaning wasn't lost on me.

This was the final question on their test — whether I could fully accept sharing her with two others.

Wild moved aside as if to confirm my conclusion, and I came to stand over where she lay on the table.

I'd almost gotten used to her new scent during our trip to Galway. Pregnancy hormones and the marking scents of two other wolves on top.

But now her scent was unbalanced. Wild had marked her loudest of all when he unloaded inside her.

Her sex was glossy, leaking cream.

I could both smell and feel her reaction to my silent study .

Naomi

An eddy of shame and guilt that somehow fueled even more arousal.

DUBLIN

I couldn't see it, but I felt the throb of her clit beneath the hood of her sex.

"You don't have to," she pushed into my head, reminding me I was unbound.

Free to do as I choose.

I could carry her to the bath and clean her like I did this morning while Wild and Sea slept.

I could grab her and run.

I didn't have to share her.

I didn't have to…

I stood there, my hands clenched at my side, the weight of my father's words echoing in my head. Dublin Kings are not savages. We do not share.

And then, I made my choice.