Carnage Island (Reject Island)

I take in her supple form, that flat belly, perky tits, curvy bottom. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“We never should have waited,” I say, repeating myself from earlier. “We should have claimed you from the very first day.”

Which would have been impossible in wolf form.

However, it’s the point that matters most.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to understand,” I say, stepping into her space as Caius finishes washing her hair. I have her by the nape again, my opposite hand on her hip. “I’m going to spend however long it takes to earn your forgiveness.”

“I’m not upset,” she whispers.

“Then I’ll wait however long it takes to earn my wolf’s forgiveness,” I clarify. “Because he’s furious with me.”

She smiles. “You ignored him. They don’t like that.”

“No, they don’t,” I agree, brushing my lips against hers. “They really, really don’t.”

I kiss her the way he tells me to now, all teeth and tongue and dominance. She practically vibrates against me, her body so fucking ready. I growl, the sound low and meant for a mate. She trembles in response, the alluring scent of slick touching my senses.

Volt rumbles in approval.

Caius, too.

All three of us are calling to her, demanding she prepare herself for our need.

I’m aware we’re on a timeline.

But my wolf doesn’t care.

And I meant what I said about allowing him to lead.

I release her neck to grab her hips, lifting her into the air and pinning her to the shower wall. I don’t wait. I don’t even play. I just thrust into her weeping heat and take her to the hilt.

She cries out in surprise more than pain, her body already acclimating to mine.

Because she was made for us.

Just as we were made for her.

“If I’m going to claim you here, then I’m going to do it properly,” I tell her. “By making you come while I bite you.”

She grabs my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. “Then you better fuck me harder,” she breathes. “Or I’m going to end up biting you first.”

Volt chuckles. “Do it, sweetling. He deserves it for making us all wait this long.”

I growl, slamming into her again and drawing a scream from her throat. “Hard enough?”

“No.” She arches into me on a needy little moan, her claws dragging down my arms. She hasn’t shifted, not really. But her nails are sharp and potent.

And they’re turning me the fuck on.

As is her mouth.

My palm circles her throat, my other hand staying at her hip as I drive the pace between the lower halves of our bodies.

But I let her dictate the embrace between our mouths.

Which turns out to be just this side of feral.

Her wolf has taken over entirely, driving our savagery and encouraging my beast to come out to play.

So I let him, giving into the animalistic need to fuck. To take. To claim.

She’s screaming.

I’m snarling.

And together we create a beautiful song of carnality.

The hot energy coming off of Volt and Caius only add to our embrace. I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for that claiming moment.

It’s intense.

It’s right.

It’s absolutely fucking perfect.

Her tight sheath squeezes my shaft, demanding my knot. I don’t hold back. I don’t delay. I just give in to her on a growl, not bothering to hold back my savage intent.

Clove falls apart, her body spasming as she accepts all of me inside her.

I erupt on a roar, my knot shooting out of my shaft to claim what’s mine.

And I sink my teeth into her neck.

Right where that bastard licked my female.

Caius and Volt growl in approval, their collective triumph tipping me over the edge into the most intense climax of my life.

It’s like I just started coming all over again.

Clove follows me right into that oblivion, her heart hammering against my chest as she fights my hold on her throat.

I finally release her from my mouth and my hand.

She darts forward, sinking her canines into my shoulder, her wolf needing to claim me back just as fiercely as I did her.

I hold her to me, embracing the bond as it settles into place.

But it’s not fully complete.

She needs Caius and Volt, too.

I can’t move without hurting her, my knot too deep inside to disengage. She’s still pulsating around me, lost on a wave of orgasmic bliss created by my internal claim.

Volt and Caius are not deterred, their wolves driving them to join us on either side.

Caius’s mouth goes to her breast.

And Volt falls to his knees.

Clove jolts as Caius sinks his teeth into her breast, right above her heart. Then she moans as Volt moves her leg away from my hip. I shift my grip to her ass, holding her up as he takes control of her knee, widening her to reach her inner thigh.

She moans as he finds the spot he wants, his teeth piercing her skin on a rumble of approval that goes straight to my groin.

We’re a clan.

We’re coming together as one.

And Clove is the center of it all.

Caius takes her mouth, her blood still on his lips. Then he guides her to his throat where she doesn’t hesitate to sink her teeth into his pulse.

It’s an erotic sight, our little wolf showing her strength and desire by claiming us with the same ferocity that we’re claiming her.

Volt’s last, his gaze heated as he stares down at her.

She doesn’t go for his neck.

She goes for his chest, biting him in a similar place to where Caius bit her.

Volt purrs in approval—we all do.

And then she moans, her pussy throbbing around me with need.

Because apparently my knot isn’t enough.

I’m about to grin, to say something to that effect, when I see her eyes and everything stills.

Her pupils are so dilated that I can’t see her irises.

She clenches around me again, her body trembling with an intensity I instantly recognize.

She’s going into heat again.

Right now.

Right here.

With my knot already inside her.





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CAIUS





Clove’s sweet aroma makes me so fucking hard, I nearly come from the scent alone.

Tieran groans, his head falling to her shoulder. “Fuck.”

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