Page 33 of Doubly Claimed

Chapter 13

Misha opened the door to their home and turned to gauge their new mate’s reactions. The beautiful redhead was close-lipped, but he could sense her happiness as she took in the enormous ranch-style abode.

“Well?” Ross asked, the Elk was always impatient, but Misha understood.

He wanted to hear what she had to say as well. She stepped forward, one beautiful foot at a time. Her red curls tumbled down her back, and he gazed appreciatively at her supple curves in the delicate frock she wore. Dazzling eyes turned to his, then it happened. The thing he was waiting for. Ginger smiled.

Misha’s Bear rose and chuffed happily. The animal more than content that their mate was satisfied with his ability to provide. He felt his chest swell, and another body part for that matter, as she ran her delicate hands along the mantle of the fireplace his great-grandfather had built himself.

“The Clan House has a lot of history for us, love,” Ross explained. “Misha’s family were one of the first settlers here, and they built this place from the ground up.”

“It’s beautiful,” she said, meeting his stare for the first time since they’d entered.

Need and desire roared to life. He’d known it would be this way, and it was why he’d had Ross send a missive to clear out the house upon their return. Sure, there was Clan business to attend to, but nothing mattered more to either of them than their sweet, luscious mate.

“Ginger,” he growled and took two steps, closing the space between them, “Need you,” he whispered, claiming her lips with his.

Readily, she submitted to his baser instincts. Opening up like a flower as he hoisted her in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. It was the first time Ross had invaded his space, and the Bear growled, but accepted the fact the male was part of their Triad.

“Mates,” Ginger moaned as he laid her down on the massive bed.

Her need was tangible, and he was so fucking grateful for that fact alone he didn’t know whether to pray or not. Then she rose on her knees and removed her clothing, and he could no longer think. How could he when all his available blood supply was currently below his belt.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” Ross growled, and stripped off his own shirt and pants.

Misha held himself still while his Omega went to work preparing their mate for them. Ross was a good man. A Roosevelt Elk, rare and unique. He had the perfect temperament to balance the powerful Alpha. Misha felt his Bear rise, knew his eyes were glowing with his beast as Ross swiped his tongue against their mate’s cleft.

“Fuck, Misha, she tastes so good,” the Omega grunted. “Like sweet berries and cream. Ours,” he growled, latching his lips onto her clit.

Ginger moaned louder, bucking her hips wildly in response. Misha watched a second longer as Ross rolled her over, so her ass was thrust out temptingly. The male took his place beneath her, lifting her by the plump globes and settling her onto his erect cock.

“Her pussy is squeezing me so tight, Misha. But she needs more,” he grunted as she rocked her hips, pushing her ripe buttocks out more firmly in invitation.

That was all the go ahead he needed. Misha went to the side drawer, reaching for the bottle of lubricant. He slicked the oil up and down on his hard length, then moved onto the bed.

“Misha,” Ginger moaned his name, turning her head for his lips while Ross fucked her sweet pussy.

“I got you, baby.” He grunted and slid his fingers along the crack of her ass.

Misha worked the oil around and inside her puckered hole, loving the way her eyes dilated with pleasure at his invasion. Soon, he replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing his mushroomed head through the first outer ring until he was balls deep inside her tight heat.

All three groaned as both males filled their sweet mate’s body. He felt her tremble, felt his Omega’s mind brush against his. Lust, need, want, love. The man was as desperate to come as Misha was, but both were intent on her pleasure before their own.

Together they worked in and out of her sublime body. The seesawing slide and withdrawal of their cocks rocked Ginger between them until they all were a grunting, moaning, sweaty mix of bodies intent on one goal. Pleasure.

“Gonna come,” Ginger moaned, reaching for each of them.

Her tongue met Ross’s first. Kissing him until he felt the first ripple of her anal muscles squeezing his cock. Misha growled, and she turned her attention to him. Yes, he wanted her mouth on his when he came. Needed it.

Good thing his Omega understood, and Ross bent his head to suck on her nipples while they both pumped and thrust harder, faster, deeper. Misha pushed his tongue in her mouth in time with his hips. Fucking her so completely he felt it inside every one of his cells.

Their matebond pulsed. The magic that bound the three beings so strong in that moment, he fucking saw it. The powerful glow wrapped around them, pulsing in time as Ginger’s orgasm began to race through her.

So fucking good, he growled. He left her mouth to strike her with his teeth, marking her once more on the shoulder. Ross did the same above her breast. Together they branded her, claiming her with their bites, and their cum as they filled her to the max.

“Ginger,” Ross whispered softly, kissing her mouth as he tried to regain his breath.

“Mate,” growled Misha as he carefully withdrew from her body.

Nodding to his Omega, he lifted her limp form while Ross stood up and walked to the connecting master bathroom. The sound of water filling the enormous tub was loud in the quiet that followed, but he didn’t give a fuck.

They had their mate in their home. Had claimed her within moments of arriving. And all was good with the world.

“Let’s clean you up now, love,” he whispered, and smiled when she could only breathe in response.