8. Radley

Holy shit.

I don't know what came over me. One second, I'm watching Mason and Bryce's wolves wrestle around, and the next, I'm so turned on that my panties are soaked. That's never happened to me before. Then you add in Nash's deep voice, asking me not to block my thoughts, and I was fucking gone.

The spark I could feel when one of them touched me is magnified now that Nash's lips are on mine. I pressed my lips against his before I knew what I was doing, but I'm not taking it back now. Especially since he growled deep in his chest and deepened it. His tongue moves expertly against mine, and I want to get closer. I twist without breaking the kiss and clamber onto his lap. Nash's hands land on my hips, laying against the bare skin where my shirt has ridden up.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and my hips start moving on their own, grinding my pussy against his hard cock. I have no idea who I am right now. I'm not the one to make the first move, and I'm definitely not the one to dry hump a guy because I'm so turned on that my clit is throbbing. I feel like if I don't come soon, I'll explode.

I feel a tingling in my mind and then I'm slammed with Nash's feelings. He's opened his mind to me, and it's filled with joy and lust. I see myself in his eyes and know how beautiful he thinks I am. I grind against him again, and his hands slide down to my ass. Nash tightens his hold and jerks me closer, pushing his hips and pulling me down. I moan and jerk my lips away from his.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Nash says. His voice has taken on that animalistic tone, and his eyes are glowing. It turns me on even more, and I want to strip my clothes off and ride him. "Not yet."

I'm confused for a second until I realize he knows what I'm thinking. There's no use in hiding it, no matter how embarrassed I am, so I go with the truth. "I need to come."

"I'll get you there, Pup, but you need to know everything before we have sex." I groan in frustration, but that doesn't stop my hips from moving. Nash easily lifts me from his lap and turns me around so my back is to his chest. He lays his hand on the button of my jeans. "Are you sure?"

"Please."

Nash flicks the button open and slides the zipper down. He works his big hand inside my panties and teases my pussy with his fingers. "You're so fucking wet. Is that for me, Pup?"

"Yes." My whole body is in tune with his, and I realize it's because we're bonded. I look around the forest, making sure no one is watching us, but I see four glowing red eyes in the distance. I automatically know it's Mason and Bryce. It makes my arousal hit an all-time high, and I whimper. "Please, Nash."

I wish we didn't have anything between us so he would have more room, but he's right. I need to know everything before I commit to having sex with one of them. I read up on the mate bonds, and they say sex with your mate is sacred. It's like once you do it, there's no turning back.

Nash sinks two thick fingers inside of me, and my back bows against his chest. "Do you want me to tell you what I'd do if I had you naked right now?"

"Hell yes." I just want to hear him talking to me in that deep voice of his. I swear I can feel it in my clit.

"First, I'd kiss every inch of that beautiful body." He starts fucking me with his fingers slowly and lets his palm rub against my clit. "Then I'd kiss down your stomach until I got to your soaking wet pussy."

"Oh God," I moan, moving my hips.

"I'd bury my face between those creamy white thighs and gently suck your clit into my mouth." Nash moves his hand up to focus on my clit, rubbing in tight circles. "I'd tease your pussy with my fingers while I was licking and sucking on your clit. Then, when you're begging me, I'll sink them inside you. You want it fast and hard? Or slow and sweet?"

"Hard. Please make me come."

"Not yet, my sweet Radley." Nash starts kissing and sucking on my neck, so I move my head to the side to give him better access. Mason and Bryce have moved closer but are still in wolf form. I saw Mason's clothes explode off of him, so I know when they shift back, they'll both be naked.

"Take my jeans off," I whisper. I want the other two to see what Nash is doing to me. I need them to see how much I want them.

Nash helps me stand and gently pulls my jeans and underwear off my hips. I kick my flip-flops off, and he helps me step out of them. "Fuck," Nash rasps when my bare ass is in his face. He hooks his arm back around my waist to pull me onto his lap and puts my legs on either side of his. He spreads his legs so it opens me wide for Mason and Bryce. I hear a whimper, and my body knows that it's Bryce.

Nash's hand goes back to my pussy. "Brace your feet on the table." I do what I'm told, and he awards me by sinking his fingers inside me. "Good little Pup." I don't know why he keeps calling me Pup, but I'm not arguing with him about it. I fucking love it. "You like that they're watching?"

"I do."

"You're fucking dripping." I feel like I'm wet everywhere below my waist. I've never actually enjoyed sex, which I think has to do more with the men I was with than me. With Nash, all it took was a simple look, and I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could. "Radley, you've got to stop thinking like that."

"Why?" I moan when he finds my G-spot and starts rubbing it. "Holy shit."

"Because I'm so fucking hard that I'm about to bust."

"Let me take care of you." I want to taste him. I want to feel his cum sliding down my throat.

"Shit. This is about you." With that, he starts finger fucking me harder and lays his thumb on my clit. He rocks his hips up, and I feel his cock pressing against my ass. "Fuck yourself on my fingers."

I grab his forearm and use my feet as leverage. Without embarrassment, I start sliding my pussy on and off his fingers, getting harder by the second. I feel him slide a third in, and I lose it. I throw my head back against his shoulder and start moving faster. It's almost painful, but I love it. Nash brushes my hair away from my face and buries his face in my neck. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles on my neck while I ruthlessly fuck myself on his fingers. "Look at you, Pup," he rumbles. "Are you going to come for me?"

"Yes. Oh, fuck." His other hand lands on my clit, and he starts rubbing it fast. "I'm so close."

"I can feel it. You're going to be so tight on my thick dick. But you'll take me so good, won't you, Pup?"

"So good. I'll be so good for you." I have no idea where this shit is coming from, but I can't stop it, and I find myself wanting to please him.

Nash tips me back on his lap and starts moving his fingers inside me at lightning speed. I can hear the wet noises my pussy is making, and I can't even be embarrassed. I've never had someone use my body like this, and I'll gladly sign up for many more rounds. My release races down my spine, and my fingers dig into Nash's forearm. "That's it," he encourages. He sucks on the pulse jumping in my neck. "Come for your alpha." He gently bites down, and I explode around his fingers with a scream. It feels like it goes on forever, tightening my body. When I'm finally done, my body sags against his. "Good Pup." He gently eases his fingers free, and I watch as he brings them to his nose and inhales deeply. "Better than I remember." Nash sucks them into his mouth, and my body reacts like I didn't just come so hard that my toes cramped.

I turn sideways on his lap and bury my head in his chest. I've never felt more content in my life than when he closes his arms around me, holding me against his warm body. I'm still so embarrassingly wet that my thighs are slick, and I can feel the wet spot on Nash's jeans. All of this is so new to me, but I know I'm willing to accept it now, or I wouldn't have let him touch me.

Nash kisses the top of my head and tightens his arms. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay," I say with a sigh. "I wish you'd let me take care of you."

I feel him shake his head. "I'll be fine. This was about you."

I snuggle into his chest and feel my eyes start drifting closed. Nash gently rocks me in his arms, and I know there's no fighting the sleep I feel coming.

So, I fall asleep in his arms, happier than I have been in a long time.

I wake up in bed with a jerk the following morning, wildly looking around, trying to get my bearings.

"Shhhh," Nash says to my side. "You're safe."

I look over at a shirtless Nash, and my heart rate slowly returns to normal. "Did I pass out?"

Nash lifts up on an elbow and tucks my hair behind my ear. "You did. I carried you inside. I hope it's okay that you stayed."

I look down at myself and notice I'm swamped in a huge T-shirt, and someone put my panties back on. "It's okay."

"Radley," Nash says softly, waiting for me to look at him. "Are you fine with what happened last night?"

I quickly search my feelings and don't feel anything but happiness. "I'm more than fine with it." I lean down and kiss him slowly. "Way more than fine."

Nash picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles before sliding from the bed. "Mason is fixing breakfast, so I'll give you a second to get dressed. The bathroom is right in there." He points to a door at the other end of his room and kisses my forehead. "Thank you for trusting me last night."

With a soft smile, Nash slips from the room, and I flop back on the bed. I've heard girls talk about getting butterflies around guys they liked, but I've never experienced it myself until now. I do trust them. This might sound crazy to most people since I just met them and they're shifters, but I'd be able to feel anything bad through the bond, and I don't feel anything but good things. I feel the pull to be close to them, so I slide from the bed, take care of business, and pick up the extra toothbrush Nash must have laid out. I quickly brush my teeth and run my fingers through my hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. When I get to the bedroom, I debate putting my jeans back on but decide against it since Nash's shirt fits like a dress. I pull the door open and follow the voices to the kitchen. When I walk in, I stop to take it all in. Nash is sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. Mason is at the stove, pushing around something in a pan, and Bryce is standing behind him with his arms around his waist. It looks so cozy, and my heart clenches, wanting the same thing. Will this be my life if I let them in?

Bryce turns around, and a huge smile breaks out on his face. He bounds over and kisses my cheek. "Good morning! Mason is making his famous pancakes." He beams at me again and goes back to his spot behind Mason.

Nash pushes the chair out beside him and motions for me to sit. I do, and he pulls the chair close to him so our thighs are touching. "I like seeing you in my shirt, Pup."

"It's comfy," I laugh.

"They are so big and roomy," Bryce comments, kissing Mason's back.

Mason chuckles and turns to peck Bryce on the cheek. "Bryce is our resident shirt thief. Can we add you to that list, too?" I feel like he's subtly asking if I'll be around more, and I find myself agreeing.

"Yes. I'll fight him for the good ones."

"You won't have to," Mason says, turning to lay a huge plate of pancakes on the table. "All you'll have to do is smile, and he'll give them to you."

Bryce sits beside me and starts loading my plate up. "I would give them all to you."

I grab his wrist when he goes to grab a fourth pancake. "That's enough," I say with a laugh. "And I won't steal your shirts."

We get our pancakes ready and eat in comfortable silence. I'm dying to ask questions, but I feel like that's all I've done. When Mason's done eating, he gets up to start clearing off the table. I jump to my feet. "Let me do it."

"Absolutely not," he answers.

"But you cooked," I argue.

"It's my job to take care of my pack." Mason shrugs and puts the dishes in the sink.

"Who takes care of you?" I ask, sinking back down in my chair.

"They do," he says, taking his seat. "I know you have more questions. Never hesitate to ask."

I chew on my lip, trying to figure out what I want to ask first. "I'm assuming you're the alpha?"

Mason nods. "I'm the lead alpha. Nash is also an alpha and my second-in-command. Bryce is our beta."

"And you guys are…in a relationship?"

"We are," Nash answers easily. "We're mated for life." I've seen the shiny scars on their bodies and know they're mate marks. Where Bryce has two, Mason and Nash only have one.

"Why do you have two?" I ask, looking at Bryce.

"I can't give a mate mark—only alphas. So, they claimed me, and it works the same way. They have each other."

"Does it hurt when you shift?"

"Not anymore," Nash answers, lacing his fingers through mine. "The first couple of times after you meet your wolf, it's a little painful, but now it feels like stretching your muscles."

"And you can control it?"

"After some practice," Bryce says and then laughs. "It took me a while to master controlling my shift. I don't know how many times I'd be walking down the road, and I'd just shift."

"Does anything trigger the shift?" I'm fascinated now more than fearful of finding out more.

"Anger is a big one," Mason replies. "Or, in Bryce's case, happiness."

"This is all amazing. I wasn't sure if I still believed it until Bryce shifted last night." Even though I've seen them in my dreams, I didn't realize how big they actually were. So when he shifted, I panicked at first. But then I wanted to see if his fur was as soft as it looked. He was so gentle with me, making sure that I wasn't afraid of him.

"We never want you to be scared of us," Nash says, squeezing my hand.

"I'm not now. I don't know if it's because of the bond or what, but I trust you guys."

"We appreciate that, Pup."

Mason checks his phone and looks at the other guys. "You guys promised to help Teddy in the gardens today."

"Aw, man," Bryce grumbles but gets to his feet. He gives me a kiss on the cheek and disappears from the kitchen.

Nash gets slowly to his feet, tangles his fingers in my hair, and tips my head back. His lips land on mine, and he kisses me deeply, making sure I don't forget last night. After he makes sure I'm good and breathless, he pulls back with a grin and leaves the room. After they get ready, they tell me bye again, and I hear the front door shut.

Leaving me with a shirtless Mason.