Page 38 of Doubly Claimed
“Love, so beautiful,” Misha murmured, reaching out with one hand boldly until it met with the silky soft fur of his Vixen’s coat.
Ginger sat down on her haunches and met the loving stares of each of her mates before the furious snarl of Amy’s Sow threatened to break the spell.
Misha turned his head briefly at the interruption and used his Alpha powers to subdue the female. Amy’s turn back to human was immediate. The female cowered under his angry glare, but he did not relent. Misha was seriously pissed.
The soft growl of his mate commanded his attention, and once more the breath left his lungs. Of course, he thought. This was perfect. She was perfect.
Ginger stood on four legs in her glorious form and one by one his Clan mates approached and knelt down, swearing fidelity and allegiance like in the days of old. And why shouldn’t they, he thought, and stood flanking her on one side while Ross took command on her other.
Ginger’s Shifter form was a miracle for sure. The gorgeous redhead was a Fox. Literally.
A rare Kodiak Fox with thick red fur, and white markings on her paws, face, and the ruff around her neck and shoulders. Her tail was long and fluffy. Her eyes the same deep brown that glowed with her powers. Best of all, of course, was their matebond pulsing contentedly between them.
Of course, he and Ross had seen her possessive display on the plane, but they had no idea she would be gifted with an animal of her own.
“The Fates have blessed us in more ways than one,” Ross remarked when they’d returned to the Clan House after a long hard run in their animal shapes.
The entire Kodiak Island Clan had come out to see their new Alpha fem in all her furry glory and she’d proved to be graceful, firm, and fearless in spite of her not-so-warm welcome.
Amy had backed down immediately under Ginger’s Alpha fem snarl. The woman had enough power in her to make Misha yield, and he was dominant as they came.
Bruce had apologized, and Misha was forbidden to maim him. Though Ginger assured him his errant cub of a cousin would be re-schooled or removed from the Clan for his bigoted ideas.
“Indeed,” Misha returned to his Omega as they both waited patiently for their panting Vixen to return to her skin.
“Wow,” Ginger moaned when she finally mastered her shift back to human form. “That was exhausting.”
Ross looked at her, then at Misha, then back.
“Was it love? If you are too tired for us?” Ross stretched, and fisted his hard cock in one hand.
“We wouldn’t want to keep you up.” Misha licked his lips, reaching to stroke his own length.
“Not that tired,” Ginger said, replacing both her mates’ hands with her own, and kissing Ross, then Misha.
“Thank fuck,” Ross groaned.
“Mate,” growled Misha.
Their passion and love for their mate would only increase with every day that passed. Ross echoed the sentiment into his brain, and Misha nodded as they settled her between them. She was their perfect third. The soft balance to their hardness and rough edges.
“Love you, mate,” Ross moaned as he pressed into her from behind.
Misha growled softly as her pussy squeezed around his length as she welcomed the Omega’s invasion. Fuck, she was so good. So tight and warm, perfect for them in every way.
“Misha...” Warm lips found his and he kissed her with everything he had inside of him.
No secrets. No jealousy or covetous. She was theirs, and together they would love, worship, protect, and cherish Ginger, their true and fated mate, their third, for as long as they lived.
Their bodies worked in tandem to bring her to peak, then they followed. Elk and Bear fell into the orgasmic bliss of their Vixen’s heavenly body, growling their contentment as love filled their matebond, covering them each in the warm, welcoming blanket that was the essence of their bond.
Doubly claimed, her voice pressed into their minds and both men grinned at the sweet sound.
The end.