Page 27 of Doubly Claimed

“So, when we had, um, sex last night, and you both bit me? What did that mean?” She brushed her hands up his chest and rested them on his shoulders, but Misha couldn’t speak, he only trembled against her touch.

“It means we claimed you as ours, love,” Ross inserted, “but if you don’t want us—”

“And if I do?” her voice was low. So soft, he thought he’d imagined it. Misha’s eyes flicked up to Ross. He saw his partner’s green orbs were glowing with his animal.

“If you do, then we will never let you go,” he growled.

“Thank god,” she moaned, and lifted her mouth to kiss him first, then turned her head to capture Ross’ lips.

Misha took no time removing the towel she had wrapped around her form and tugging off his boxers. Ross could handle his own fucking shorts, he thought, ignoring the Elk’s glunking response. A little repositioning and his sweet, luscious mate was sitting astride him, facing forward to where Ross was kneeling in front of them both.

Misha’s cock pulsed as her quivering heat encapsulated him, caressing him like a hot, wet vise. He growled and allowed his claws to pop free from his fingers. Holding her hips, he pierced the flesh, scratching her as he fucked her on his cock. Marking her again in that way. Ours, his Bear growled.

“More,” she moaned, and he obliged her, rocking her harder and faster.

“Come for me, mate,” Misha commanded, loving her instant response.

Ross suckled her breasts, teeth capturing the nubs of one than the other. He stood and guided her to his shaft as her pussy continued to squeeze Misha. He felt his balls tighten, but he wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet. Not until they’d rung every ounce of pleasure from her limbs.

“Lean forward, mate,” he instructed, and pressed her back gently. “Take Ross’ cock in your mouth. That’s it.”

Fuck, she looked gorgeous, her sweet pink lips wrapped around his friend’s dick and her cheeks hallowed out as she sucked and licked up and down his shaft.

“Damn. Her mouth feels like fucking heaven,” Ross grunted, flexing his hips in tandem with Misha’s own thrusts.

“She likes that, Ross, keep talking. Her pussy is squeezing me so fucking hard.”

“Like that, love? That’s it. Take my dick down your throat. That’s good. Fuck, her mouth is so hot and wet. S’good,” he growled. Ross increased his pace, leaving Misha to follow.

Reaching around her waist, Misha found her clit with his thumb, strumming it while she writhed and moaned around her mouthful of Ross’ cock. The Kodiak Island Alpha looked at Ross, and his Omega nodded. He knew exactly what to do.

Ross lifted her head gently, crushing his lips to hers. Pressing her breasts together, he slid his wet cock along her sumptuous skin. He continued his perfectly timed thrusts. Growling deep in his throat as her glorious, plump mounds massaged his dick to his mate’s moaning delight.

All the while, Misha pounded into her pussy from beneath her spread thighs. The three of them moved in tandem. All working toward the same goal, until finally they reached that pinnacle. Ginger’s lips opened, and she let out a long, hard moan. Her mates moved quickly then. Ross striking from the left and Misha on the right, reaffirming their claim. But this time, it was with her full acceptance. Rapture pulsed through them. The rhythmic tattoo scarring them all on the inside, sealing their matebond.

Ross and Misha both licked the wounds they’d given her. Closing the punctures, sealing her skin with their saliva. Happiness wrapped around them like a warm blanket. Need, desire would always exist, but also serenity in the certainty that she was theirs. Now and forever.

Ours, growled the Bear.

Ours, bellowed the Elk.

Misha couldn’t contain the sated smile that spread across his face as Ginger slumped back against his chest. With Ross holding her up from the front, she could rest and catch her breath. A few moments later, Ross reached down and picked up the discarded towel. He wiped her chest and thighs. Lifting her soft body, the Elk Shifter cradled her close while Misha still struggled for air and watched them happily.

“Mate,” he kissed her lips, “you are perfect.”

“Yes,” Misha seconded, “perfect. And ours.”

Ginger smiled and allowed Ross to set her between the two of them. Their tiny mate nuzzled first one then the other, dropping warm kisses like cherished gifts on their lips. Misha felt his friend’s heart echo his own, each swelling with love for their mate. It was too soon for declarations, but it was there all the same. With patience and persistence, maybe she would grow to love them. For now, they would settle for this. For her agreeing to be with them.

“Ginger?” Ross asked.

“Yes.” She kissed him, then turned her head to kiss Misha. “I am yours. Both of yours.”