Page 43 of Renegade Kings

This was the part where I took control, where I told them our next steps to try to get us a few moves ahead, or at least on a path that ended up with us surviving this place. Instead, my entire attention became fixated on how Maddox’s hands slipped back to my waist and then slowly began to move up my sides.

My nipples pebbled, begging for attention as I bit my lip and tried to stop myself from panting in need.

Sexual tension charged the air and my mind was so hazy with lust that I didn’t even stop to wonder what had caused the sudden change between us.

“I think we all know what needs to happen next,” Maddox whispered into my ear.

It didn’t stop the others from hearing. They weren’t just ordinary humans anymore; they were as fully shifter as they’d ever be, and with that came a heightened sense of, well, everything. Couple that with the fact that they weren’t even normal shifters, and it all added up to me being fucked. Hopefully, literally.

Dean slowly stood from his seat, his gaze locked with mine. I’d never felt like prey before until right this moment, and for the life of me, I couldn’t see why it would ever be a bad thing.

Maddox, no doubt watching his friend slowly advance towards us, braced my chin with one hand as he gently turned my head to the side, exposing the length of my neck to him as he did. He pressed a soft kiss against my skin, and I felt the subtle graze of his teeth before he spoke. “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

Dean growled softly as he prowled closer. His gaze fixed on the spot on my neck that Maddox had kissed and I knew exactly what was crossing the alpha’s mind—the need to mark, to claim—and it made my thighs clench at the mere thought alone.

I didn’t notice Ryder move until I felt a hand reach for mine. The smile on his face when I met his eyes was everything. It held the promise of something I’d never even dared to hope for before. But since these men had come into my life, I was finally seeing the potential for what the future could hold. And I wanted absolutely everything about it.

Dean’s hand on my cheek turned my head back to face him, as he pressed himself against the front of my body, pinning me between him and Maddox. He wasted no time in capturing my lips with his own. His kiss filled with the dominance only an alpha could possess.

At first, I pressed back. I fought to lead the kiss as my tongue surged to meet his own. But then I realised I didn’t want to be in control. I didn’t want to dominate these men. I wanted the promise of release that only submission could bring, and I trusted Dean and the others enough to give it.

My body slowly softened beneath their tender caresses. Hands roamed to the edges of my clothing as fingertips drifted across the soft skin they revealed.

Dean moaned in pleasure as he felt me wilt beneath him. His hands slipped into my hair as he gripped me tightly, tugging at the roots just enough for the thrill to turn into a slow wave of pleasure that flooded my body. He tilted my head to the angle he wanted and then he kissed me with a passion I didn’t know he could possess. His tongue licked into my mouth like he was trying to taste me, to commit every single thing about me to memory.

The sound of the door opening behind us had him pulling away. I was too lost in the bliss of having the three of them so close to register that it could be someone coming to interrupt. Dean, however, seemed to have at least retained some of his senses. “Stop,” he growled.

Ryder lazily turned to see what was happening behind me, but I didn’t have the chance as Maddox tipped my head back, capturing my lips with his own in a lazy kiss as he gently nibbled at my lips with teeth that weren’t entirely human.

“Close the door and come back inside. The pack stays together. We do this together.” Dean’s hands drifted down my front as he spoke.

He caressed across my breasts as he trailed his hands to the waistband of my trousers and started to lazily untie the fastening.

It was only then that I realised who he was talking to and what this meant. Tank. Tank was staying, and they’d claim me as a pack.

It sent a thrill through my body at the same time as a small amount of fear touched my mind. Could I do this? What if I wasn’t enough for all of them at the same time?

Ryder leaned into my side, softly kissing my shoulder to draw my attention to him.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Let us love you. Let us show you the possibilities of what our pack can be. We can stop at any point that you want us to. Tonight is all about you,” he whispered as his fingers drifted to the buttons of my shirt before pausing as if waiting for permission.

I didn’t think. I didn’t let myself second guess what I knew would be a beautiful thing. I wouldn’t let fear ruin this thing that blossomed between us.

So I nodded my head, and I gave myself over to their whispered words of affection and soft touches as the three of them slowly pulled the clothes from my body.

Only when I was standing fully naked in front of him did Dean step back, his gaze drifting down my body as a satisfied smile touched his lips. Then his gaze darted to the side, and Tank stepped in front of me.

He looked so unsure of himself. Like he was waiting for me to tell him he wasn’t welcome with the rest of us. It was my fault that he doubted himself. We’d spent so much time stepping around each other back at the garage, and since we hadn’t fully bonded the first time, I could see why he’d doubt if I wanted to now.

I felt for that fragile shadow of a bond inside me. It was the promise of a beginning as it waited to be made whole. A sparkling thread of magic that connected me to the man I’d already committed to joining my life to, without reservation. Because this was Tank. From the moment I’d met him, he’d been there, at my side, asking for nothing more than I was ready to give.

And I wanted to give him absolutely everything.

A smile crossed his lips as I let the love I had for him flow through our bond. I held nothing back. I sent him the sadness I felt for the time we’d wasted, the love I had for him, my fierce protectiveness and the determination that we wouldn’t see the end of our stories, for a long time if I had anything to do about it.

“I love you too,” he murmured, his fingers threading in my hair as he pulled my lips to meet his own. “I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you, my beautiful mate. Nothing, not even some stupid prophecy, will tear us apart.”

A tear came to my eye and slowly trailed down my cheek as the realisation that I could actually lose him struck my heart. But I shoved the fear away as his thumb swiped away the evidence from my cheek.