Both men feel so good as they worship my body like they’ve been building shrines to it their entire lives.
Gannon said there wasn’t anything different about shifter sex, but I’m quickly discovering that’s not true at all. With heightened senses and the mental connection we have, it takes everything to a level I never knew could exist.
Both men’s sexual appetites give off scents so potent I can taste them melting on my tongue like decadent chocolates. Gannon’s is spicier and Perth’s sweeter, but somehow, scent has become a new and very erogenous experience. The swirling air fills my lungs and makes every breath shallower than the last until I’m panting, pulsing, pushing toward that final mindless moment.
“Ready?” Gannon asks, and I’m not sure if it’s aimed at me or Perth, but when Gannon bites my clit at the same time Perth pinches my nipples, I get my answer. I’m launched hard into the most intense, life-altering orgasm I’ve ever had, and I do just as I’m told, screaming Gannon’s name while I drench his face with my cum.
Their avid excitement feeds my own, looping me into a cycle of overwhelming pleasure that leaves me howling, my thighs clenched around Gannon’s face, while Perth leans over and sucks the sensitive peak of a nipple into his hot mouth. I instantly burst again like I’m nothing more than the clouds outside—too full to contain themselves—falling apart into tiny fluttering flakes of ecstasy.
There’s no coming back from this.
I know it immediately as I float in pure bliss. Gannon said there were no strings, that sex was just sex, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
They hunted.
I was caught.
And it’s clear now that this claim they have on me goes more than wolf-deep…
Because I want more.
31
NOAH
I come down from my trip to nirvana like a feather drifting on a breeze. But instead of being sated and spent, my body is still buzzing with need, my mind whirling with want. Hungrily, I reach for Perth’s cock as he moves his mouth from one breast to the other. Gannon is licking my release from my thighs with a satisfied growl, and all I know is if I don’t get them both inside of me right this minute, I’m going to implode.
My hand wraps around Perth’s thick shaft just as Gannon shoots up. His head tilts slightly and turns…like he’s listening to something.
“Shit. We’re about to have company,” he growls at the same time that Perth grabs his shirt from the floor and helps me get it on.
“What’s going on?” I sit up, still slightly dazed as I take in the concern etched on both Perth’s and Gannon’s faces.
“Ellery just told us the enforcers are bringing up a den. They live down the mountain from us, and something’s wrong with their mate,” Perth explains, looking from me to the front door and back again.
“Do you think it’s the den from the woods? Is this some kind of trap?” I question, alarm coursing through me, my gaze flitting between their faces. Perth’s brow is furrowed and Gannon’s impenetrable mask is back in place.
“No. It’s…something else,” Gannon answers, his hand reaching for mine. I take it, traces of my release still coating his fingers as he pulls me up until I’m on my feet. He waits a beat for me to steady myself against him, and then steps away.
“It might be best for you to go upstairs and wait for us,” he urges, just as a booming knock sounds from the front door.
Perth puts his hand on the small of my back and starts to guide me quickly to the stairs. “I’ll walk you up,” he offers, his gaze intense and serious as he and Gannon exchange a loaded look.
Worry pools in my gut, all too quickly replacing the euphoria I was just floating in. My limbs are heavy with anxious alarm, and my heart hammers with fear. We’ve barely reached the landing at the top of the stairs when I hear Gannon open the front door, and a cacophony of voices rush to fill the entryway.
“Ellery! We need Ellery!” a terrified male voice demands. His plea overpowers the screeching wind that barrels into the house through the open door, rushing up the stairs and colliding with my bare shins.
“He’s headed back now, Ezra. Come in, let’s get her comfortable in a room until he gets here,” Gannon instructs, but that’s all I hear before Perth hurries me down the hall to my room.
“What the hell’s going on?” I press, spinning to face Perth as he shuts the door behind him, trapping us both in the room.
He runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes far away for a moment before they focus back on me. “That’s the Hudson den downstairs,” he starts to say as he strides toward the ensuite bathroom.
I follow.
“They claimed a mate in the last Hunt too. The short story is that her bite isn’t working like it’s supposed to, and it’s making her very sick.”
I look back to the door as though I can see the other den and their mate through it. “Is it the moon sickness you guys told me about? I thought there was still time?”
Perth flips on the light and heads straight for the shower, turning it on. Sorrow trickles through our connection, and I’m on the cusp of worry.
“It’s not moon sickness,” he answers, pulling me into his arms and rubbing my back. I’m not sure if I need the comfort or he does. “She has something we call the Fade or Fading. It happens when a bite doesn’t take like it’s supposed to and a shifter can’t transition. It’s…it’s not good.”
His voice is sad, resolute, and I cup his cheek with my hand, needing to smooth away the worry I don’t like seeing on his face. Agitated voices and heavy steps pass down the hallway as Gannon leads the Hudson den to one of the other guest rooms on this side of the house.
“Bites can fail?” I ask, looking down at my leg where there should be puncture scars, but smooth skin and sharp memories are all that’s left. “Why do they need Ellery?”
Perth steps away, and the loss of contact nips at me. He reaches into the big shower, testing the temperature of the water. “Bites can fail. If we catch the Fade early though, a bite from an alpha or a celestial can sometimes help.”
He turns back to me and there’s a heavy but not always hanging between us unvoiced. It’s written all over his face though.
The reality of what’s going on further down the hall hits me.
The other den’s mate is dying.
Shards of devastation nick my insides. I must be projecting it through our connection, or maybe my face gives it away, but Perth pulls me in for another hug. I soak up his comfort before he pulls away.
“We’re going to try to help her. Gannon is leaving to get a healer. And Ellery is racing back here as we speak,” he assures me. “Get cleaned up and hang in here until one of us comes to get you.” He brushes a quick kiss against my forehead, and then he’s gone.