“Mmm,” I moaned, completely lost in the moment. My eyes rolled back when Saige clenched her walls tighter around me and Sloane started rocking into me.
“Fucking hell, I missed this ass,” Sloane groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me. Each thrust drove me deeper into our woman.
Between Saige's whimpers and Sloane's grunts, this was going to be the death of me.
“The sounds you two make together are the sexiest symphony I've ever heard,” I gasped out. My own hips began moving, and my two loves rewarded me with further sounds of pleasure.
“That's it, pretty baby. Fuck us, just like that,” Sloane praised, leaning over my back, driving into me each time I slid out of Saige. He shifted slightly and his cock brushed my prostate, sending a burst of electric pleasure through my body. I cried out, drowning in the intensity of our fucking.
“Can't take it,” I warned. “Gonna come…”
“Me too, oh gods,” Saige cried out.
“Then come,” Sloane ordered, and that was all we needed to hear. Saige's head tilted back, a scream bursting from her mouth, her walls spasming around me with such force that I couldn't stop my cum from firing deep within her.
“That's it, let it out,” Sloane murmured from behind me.
“Can't... can't take it,” Saige whined, and I took mercy on her, slipping from her with a wet pop. Seeing the mixing of our orgasms spilling out of her was so sexy I could scarcely breathe.
A hand pressed down between my shoulders and I rested my head on Saige's chest, right between those beautiful tits. I felt Sloane rise to one knee, with one foot planted on the ground, before he gripped my hips, pulling them higher. He sank back into me at a new angle, and I shouted as he fucked me hard.
“Gods, yes, fuck him like that, Sloane,” Saige encouraged, and our man didn't disappoint.
Each thrust had the slapping of his skin against mine echoing around us, our harsh breaths and gasps invading the serenity of the forest.
“Take me, pretty boy. I fucking love you,” Sloane growled, as he spilled himself deep within me.
“Love you so much,” I replied—sated but exhausted—before we both collapsed into a pile of limbs and love.
“You shouldn't have done that,” I whipped around and growled at Khol the second our boots hit the hardwood in Saige's living room.
“Annie!” Miranda sobbed. She rushed toward Khol, not even bothering to remove the child from his arms, instead just wrapping the both of them up in hers. Khol's loose hold on Faris weakened, and the blood mage nearly hit the floor before I pushed a gust of air in his direction, slowing his descent just enough for me to scoop him up like a newborn.
He had a nasty gash on his forehead, but I knew with his advanced healing that it wouldn't be an issue for long. I placed him on the couch, feeling a little like an intruder on a very private moment. I was beyond relieved we'd gotten Annie back. Since I somewhat knew the feeling of loss that Miranda must've just been going through, I was trying to put a harness on my temper. But, holy fuck, I was livid. At Khol. At Saige. At the whole situation.
Glancing over, I saw Annie comforting her mother. As scary as being kidnapped must have been for her, the girl appeared to be doing much better than Miranda.
“I'm okay, Mom.” Annie patted Miranda's head, and Khol now had his arm wrapped firmly around the woman's back. They looked like a wholesome little family, which brought my sour mood back in full force.
A popping sound came from behind me and I spun, ready for a fight. Adrenaline was still running high in my veins, as it often was after a mission.
“We need help,” Bram gritted out, holding an unconscious, naked Kai.
A feminine squeak alerted me to Bette's presence in the room. “Khol? Take the girls up to the guest room to get cleaned up—quickly.”
Miranda kept Annie facing away from the big naked shifter, and Khol guided them out of the room.
“Saige?” Bette asked me, and I shook my head, my jaw ticking.
“Stubborn, infuriating woman. She's still there with Fischer and Sloane. By her own choice,” Bram snarled, setting Kai down gently—despite his anger—on the other end of the sectional.
Even Bette looked perturbed at that, shaking her head with a small frown. “Burns?” she asked, tilting her head toward Kai.
Bram grunted. “Yes.”
“I have some salve for burns. I'll be right back,” she told us, rushing from the room.
I knelt down next to Kai, checking his pulse. He was clearly alive, but I needed to see how strong his heartbeat was, so I could get an indication of the level of injury we were dealing with.
