“Mine.” He growled.
Moe’s eyes had shifted to black. “Mine,” he echoed.
Rhys felt his orgasm bearing down on him.
“Moe!” He thrust deep and Moe moaned. Rhys grabbed Moe’s long, thick cock and began to stroke him in time to his thrusts. It didn’t take long for Moe to buck into his hand as warm semen filled the space between them.
Leaning down he sank his fangs into the side of Moe’s neck. His blood was just as delicious as Abby’s but different. Where she had tasted faintly of cinnamon, Moe tasted like cotton candy. When he lifted his head, Moe sat up and on the other side of his neck opposite of where Abby had claimed him. Moe’s teeth pierced his flesh.
Their souls seemed to burst forward, as if they had strained for the past month to become one. His soul with a piece of Abbyrose up and swirled with Moe’s soul which also had a piece of Abby with it. When they combined Rhys felt the mating bond between the three of them snap into place. He could finally feel what his mates were feeling and he was humbled.
Moe broke down sobbing, holding him close. His huge mate with a tender heart was so relieved that they could finally be one. He felt Abby’s hesitation. He looked behind them and motioned for her to join them. At the slight dip in the mattress Moe’s face lifted from Rhys’s neck and he snaked an arm over to Abby, pulling her close.
Rhys could feel the blossoming love she already had for the two of them, her fierce sense of loyalty and her deep-seated desire to be cared for.
“I love you, my mates. Thank you, for not giving up on me,” Rhys whispered, his own tears dropping on Abby’s shoulder and between their bodies.
“Love you both so much already, it’s scary.” Abby was kissing any exposed piece of flesh and was gently running a hand over Moe’s face.
“Finally together, forever,” Moe said, and looked up to face them, tear tracks down his cheeks.
“You’re stuck with me now.” Abby grinned.
Rhys looked at Moe whose face somehow looked younger without the stress of not being able to claim his mate.
“We wouldn’t have it any other way, Abby Girl,” Moe said.
“Even if you blow up the house one day,” Rhys said, winking at Abby.
She giggled and Moe groaned.
Rhys wouldn’t have this mating any other way.
Chapter Ten
“Voice recorder?”
“Got it.”
“Cameras?”
“Right here.”
“Temperature gauges?”
“Right beside you.”
“Snacks and pie?”
“In the cooler.” Abby pointed to the large red cooler at their feet.
“By the way, wicked bite marks you’re sporting.” Rebecca smiled at her.
Abby touched a hand to either side of her neck. “Rhys is much more comfortable now feeding from us since there are no side effects.”
“Abomination,” Salsiby muttered under his breath.
“I’m sorry, did you say you wanted to get hit again?” Abby asked, raising her fist.
