Chapter Thirty-Two
As soon as we were inside with the front door locked behind us, the hounds closed in around me and just held me. We stayed like that, silently embracing, until something pressed against my hip. Something hard. And long.
I eased back to look down at Gideon's erection.
“Sorry.” He grinned, not at all apologetic. “Now that you're safe, more romantic emotions are rising.”
“I see that,” I drawled. “I feel them too.”
“I know,” he said. “What do you think inspired me?”
“Then why did you apologize?” I ran for the stairs. “Who's up for a hunt?”
I undressed as I went, tossing garments behind me. The sound of growling—sexy growling—came seconds before that of running feet. I gained the landing and darted down the hallway, giggling. Escaping Silas and Michael had made me giddy. I thought I had lost Gage, Garret, and Gideon. Then, they came for me, but I remained trapped. Now, I was back where I belonged and, even better, I knew I belonged with them. It had been a slow rise from stark despair, but what a rise it was. I soared now. Soared right into my bedroom.
I had a few seconds’ lead on the boys, even though they were fast. It was enough to kick off my shoes and jump on the bed. They entered the room just as I was lifting my hips to slip off my panties. All three men paused, growled, and then leapt for me.
I tossed aside the last of my clothing and opened my arms. For a minute, we were just bodies, sliding against each other. Hands gripping. Mouths seeking flesh. I kissed Gideon first, then it was Garret, and, finally, Gage. Gage took his time and made sure I felt what he was feeling—all the love I had hesitated to accept.
No more hesitation.
My barriers were down, my heart full, and my legs spread. In seconds, I was moaning into Gage's mouth, my hips lifting to meet Garret's intimate kiss while my right hand sought Gideon's head. I stroked Gideon's silky blond hair as he nuzzled my breast, then sucked at me. The flicking of his tongue against my tight nipple sent zings down my belly to clash with the wild rapture Garret created below. Garret's tongue—hot, wet, and masterful—alternated between long licks, fast flicks, and twirls around my bud. My thighs clenched around his face, and my moans turned into screams that Gage drank down.
Fuck, yes! I thought. I'm so ready for this.
Gage drew back from our kiss to let me release all that pent-up fear and despair in the best way possible. As I came with great shouts and shudders, Garret reared to his knees. On either side of me, Gideon and Gage lifted my hips for Garret. I looked down my body to see the hounds poised like warriors, their broad chests lifted, their knees spread, and their stares locked lovingly on me. I reached out a hand to Gage and Gideon, gripping their shafts just as Garret grabbed the base of his cock and slid into me.
I cried out again, my orgasm ratcheting into the cosmos, and Garret instantly began a wild thrusting that had all of us shaking. The men groaned—Gage and Gideon thrusting into my hands while Garret took my sex. It was magical, and I mean that literally. Even as I came down from my climax, something swept through me and set me on the path upward, back to that erotic peak. It spun through me, tightening my muscles but also sparking through my very cells. My whole body came alive as never before. I felt . . . free.
“Garret!” I screamed.
Garret locked up against me and roared as he came. His head arched back, his neck muscles straining, and his cock kicked inside me. I felt his release. Actually felt it. And I've never been able to feel that sort of thing before. But this time, I sensed the liquid inside me because it tingled and seemed to soak through me, spreading out from my core to invade every part of me.
“Gage!” I screamed. “Gideon!”
They joined Garret, as if I'd given them permission by calling to them. Simultaneously, their massive, majestic bodies jerked forward, geysers of silky essence arching onto me as if I lay in the middle of a Greek fountain. The three of them made a wondrous picture, all of their muscles tight with their release, and just seeing it, knowing that I had given them that pleasure, sent me over too.
I fell into my climax, deeper and deeper, the pleasure pulling me down into a sparkling void that was warm and comforting. Because they were there—my lovers. No, my mates. As soon as I thought the word, an explosion rocked through me and out into them. They howled and roared and spun with me in the void. Souls, that's what we were. Just souls in that place, spinning together in a rapture that no physical body could feel. And as we spun, pieces of our souls, little effervescent mist trails, wove together. We danced on, the hounds giving themselves to me as I gave myself to them. None of us were diminished. What we gave, we received in equal measure so that our souls remained whole, but changed. Connected.
Bound.
“I love you!” I cried out as I spiraled back into my body.
“I love you, Indie,” the men said in unison.
And then we collapsed together, my flesh and soul still tingling. As they wrapped their bodies around me, I smiled and nestled in. My mates. I was theirs and they were mine. I felt it. It was real. It was done. It was forever.
“I'm your mate,” I whispered.
“And we are yours,” Garret said. “No one can take you from us now.”
“I'll kill anyone who tries,” Gage growled.
“No one will dare,” Gideon said as he rolled between my thighs. “Not when I intend to be inside you every second of every day.” As if to show me he was serious, he slid into me.
I sighed languorously and pulled Gideon down to me for a kiss. The other two went to their sides, plumping their pillows to get the best viewing angle. And that made me sigh again. I loved it when they watched me. And now, I could feel their love too— their love and sharp desire. I knew then that it would be several hours before we left that bed.
I smiled into Gideon's kiss. Bring it on.