“Rion!”
His name on her lips pushed him farther, tighter into her. His body was wrapped around her so tightly, his cock thrusting so deeply, it was as if he wanted to crawl inside her. His hands played on her flesh like an instrument, strumming the strings until pleasure pulsed in her clit.
“Who am I?” he whispered against her neck, his lips sliding over her pulse.
“Rion,” Zelina answered, panting as he thrust harder. The wet sounds of her body and the slap of his balls on her flesh were music to her ears.
“Who is Rion to you?”
She paused, not sure what he wanted. His hand left her breast, fingers curling around her neck until he held her face up and turned it toward him. Their lips were touching barely, his eyes hooded as he looked into hers. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding him tight to her body. His hips slowed, instead grinding himself into her pussy and angling upward until he brushed over her G-spot. She screamed, the deep grinding more personal, more intense than his pounding before. Her eyes slid shut.
“Look at me, Zelina. Look at me. Who is Rion to you?” he asked again, lips caressing hers with every word. “Tell me.”
“Rion,” she began, catching her breath as he pushed deeper, using his thighs to push her legs wider apart. “Rion is my mate.”
“Quin?”
“Quin is my mate.”
Every word she spoke, giving her answers to questions that seemed so important to him, was punctuated by a stroke. His hands, so strong, still braced her body to his. They were barely moving, but Rion was bringing her closer and closer to that elusive peak. This was as soft as Rion could be, as soft as his dominance would allow, and he was giving it to her, treasuring her as best he could. She could see it in his eyes, the strain around his mouth to hold himself deep, to soothe the strength of his thrust in short pulses.
“Who are you?”
“I am . . . Zelina,” she answered on a stammer, her breath soughing out as he moved.
“Who are you to me? To Quin?”
“Your mate.”
His eyes closed for a minute, and Zelina felt the break of connection to the soles of her feet.
“Rion—”
“Do we love you?”
Chapter Sixteen
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. There was no way, in three days that seemed like one long night to her, that they could have fallen in love with her. It wasn’t possible. She didn’t believe in love at first sight. She didn’t believe that love truly even existed. The orphaned child she was who had never found “parents” who weren’t in it just for the money from the state, who actually loved her, couldn’t afford to. Finding Jezzie had been a test of wills and perseverance for them both. It had taken years before they’d realized they were kindred spirits and were more like sisters than any blood could give them the right to claim. Zelina didn’t believe in love. She refused to. Closing her eyes now, she held her lips sealed.
Rion sat back, pulling her with and over him. She sat on his cock, her body held to his. His fingers tightened on her throat until she looked at him. His eyes were dark, swirling. He pushed harder into her, struggling to maintain his softness when his dominance wanted him to take what she wasn’t giving. As need clawed for him to make her submit to him, he fought it. Fingers shaking, arms thick bands of tensed muscle and steel, he fought it—for her, to give her time. Even as the golden glow of his wolf pushed through his eyes, it flickered back and forth to his green. He was trying desperately to give her a chance.
Zelina saw the pain, the strength, the determination it took to do it. She heard the rustle of clothing and turned her eyes toward the door. There Quin stood, still, silent. The door was closed behind him, his shirt was off and his pants undone. Moisture soaked the front of them, and she realized he had been there for some time, that he was watching over the events in the bed, but had stayed apart, giving Rion his time, giving her time. The same strain she found in Rion was with him. Claws he couldn’t contain ripped at his pants under his clenched fists. He kept his eyes on Rion, poised to move.
He’s protecting me. Protecting Rion from himself, she thought to herself. He was trying, with all his might, to give them both the time they needed, trying to give Rion the chance to balance himself and Zelina to accept them both. With a start, she realized that this had been planned, that Rion knew he was the rougher of the two, the needier of the two in his own way.
“Alpha,” Rion whispered through their bond. Quin’s head canted slightly, his eyes sliding shut to mask the hurt.
“We will not force you, Zelina. You, more than anyone in the world, are safe from us,” Quin finished for him.
Rion stopped moving, his chest heaving against her back as he lowered his forehead to her shoulder. He released her, his fists falling to rest on the bed. Something was happening that she didn’t understand. She could feel them pulling away, putting their emotions behind walls one brick at a time. She recognized it. She had done so herself, so many years ago.
“As Alpha, I formally recognize you as our mate and Lunar of this clan. Fate has given you to us, and we cannot let it go. We shall always be mates. This shall never change. When you are ready to accept more, we will be here. It’ll be fun trying to convince you.”
The sad smile didn’t reach Quin’s eyes and didn’t fool Zelina. This was ripping them both up to give her this choice, to give her this time. She was human. She didn’t understand what a mate meant to them, couldn’t fathom living a life where only one person was made for them and any before was only to pacify. What she did know was her mates were hurting, breaking in front of her, and only she could fix it.
Chapter Seventeen
Rion placed his hands on her hips to lift her away from him when she gripped his wrists. She curled her nails into him when he started to pull out of her. He froze behind her, breath hissing as his cock hardened inside of her. She tightened her muscles around him in response. His lips against her shoulder, he mouthed a word into her flesh. No sound came out, but she heard the word as if he had screamed it: please. It shattered what last resistance she had.
“Come here,” she said to Quin, rolling her hips on Rion. His gasp was the only outward sign he made. She did it again and again until he gripped her hips. Quin walked hesitantly to the side of the bed.
“Take those off and stand on the bed.” He did as she asked, removing his pants slowly, eyes questioning, but she didn’t answer. They needed this as much as she did, and she was going to make sure that it was everything they all could have hoped for.
Quin’s cock stood long and thick in front of her. The head was nearly apple red with blood, veins sticking out along the shaft. She always loved that, always loved being able to feel come shooting out of a cock through the skin. Now she saw why she had always been partial to it. For this man. This mate. Her need to be dominated, controlled in bed linked her to Rion. She saw it as plain as day now. They were made for her and she for them. There would be no denying that now.
“Come back to me, Rion,” Zelina whispered against Quin’s cock, tongue snaking out to taste his pre-come. Rion’s arms surrounded her, and he jerked his hips, thrusting again into her pussy. She clenched on him, gripping his wrist and then wrapping her hand around the base of Quin’s cock. She swallowed him down, tasting the musky flavor of him, moaning deep in her throat. She couldn’t possibly take him all in, but she would take as much as she could. Pumping and twisting with her hand, she bobbed on his cock, using her tongue on the sensitive underside of the head and hollowing out her cheeks.