I was only wearing a pair of loose sleep shorts—he wouldn’t even have to take them off. It would be so simple for him to shove down the waistband of his pants, hold the cotton shorts aside, and sink into me.
“They’re going to kill me,” Conrad groaned. “But I can never say no to you.”
His rough hands rubbed the inside of my thighs as he pushed our clothes out of the way, sliding his length through my slick. I arched against him with a content sigh, tension leaching from my limbs.
“The second anything feels bad for you or agitates the bond, you tell me to stop.”
“It’s not going to feel bad,” I insisted. “The bond is fading.”
He didn’t argue with me like my other mates might have. Conrad brought his lips down to mine, claiming a searing kiss as he pressed his cock into me.
I groaned and arched my back, taking more of his length until his swollen knot rubbed against my clit. There wasn’t a hint of pain anywhere in me, and my bond with him pulsed stronger than ever.
“Fuck.” Conrad’s lips didn’t leave mine as he cursed and thrust into me. “Why does this feel…”
“We’re strengthening the bond.” I tugged at his hair, keeping him close to me.
“Must be, ‘cause… fuck.” He failed to come up with more words.
With the pleasure coursing through me, I couldn’t blame him. His pleasure was mine and mine was his, amplifying everything as the emotions and sensations bounced between us.
He moved slow and steady, but the build toward climax was erratic. I was perched on the edge and then dragged away, forced to climb again.
“Conrad, what the hell are you doing?” Mercer’s voice boomed across the room.
I almost laughed.
So freaking overprotective.
They were scared to fuck me. It wasn’t an exaggeration, because I could feel the worry coming from my bond with Mercer. The emotion was tangible with how open our bonds were right now.
If I could feel that, then surely he could feel how much I needed this; how much I wanted all of them. How it was strengthening our bond and eating away at the rough edges of my broken one.
Conrad didn’t stop, only breaking our kiss to grin down at me. He delighted in causing trouble just as much as I did. We were a match made in hell for West and Mercer.
“Mercer, come touch me,” I said breathlessly.
“We could hurt you?—”
“Don’t you feel it? This is only making the bonds better. I want you all.”
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and a wave of warm wool and smoke bombarded me. I had all three of my mates back in the nest, and I would get them into bed with me.
“He’s fucking her?” West demanded. “Didn’t we agree that she wasn’t ready?”
“Who are you to tell me I’m not ready?” I clung closer to Conrad and he fucked me harder, trying to prove my point. “Payattention to the bonds. They need touch. They want touch. Just like me.”
Mercer cracked first, releasing a frustrated groan as he stalked over. He hadn’t bothered to put on clothes after his shower, likely because he caught wind of what we were doing through our connection. He dropped his towel before climbing into bed, already blissfully naked.
“Aren’t we supposed to talk about things like this? As a pack?” he asked.
I reached toward him, wrapping my fist around his cock and stroking it until it was fully hard. “Only if you listen to what I say. Which you don’t.”
“We worry about you.”
“Too much.”
West slammed the door closed again, but he was still inside the room. He was accepting it too. “It’s not too much,” he muttered. “It’s just enough, considering how often you’ve proven you don’t worry about yourself as much as you should.”
