Wolf Betrayed (Talon Pack #4)(46)

Sweat slid down Shane’s chest, and Charlotte could barely breathe. She honestly couldn’t comprehend everything right now. It was too much, everything was too much, and yet she never wanted it to end.

When Shane fully entered her, she wrapped one leg tightly around his waist and used the other to bring Bram closer.

“Now,” Shane barked. “Fuck me now, Bram, then we’ll make love to our Charlotte, our mate.”

Mate.

Goddess how she’d wanted to hear that word. Always. And now she would have two.

The bond had to work. There was no other option, not anymore. Not when she’d lost her heart not only to Bram, but now Shane, as well. The man who had sacrificed everything for people he didn’t know and a cause he found just.

Bram moved, and Shane’s breath went choppy. Soon, Bram was so close to Shane’s back she knew he’d entered the other man, hot, ready, needy.

“Move,” she panted. “Please. I’m so close. Move.”

And they did. As one, Bram and Shane somehow found a rhythm where Bram made love to Shane, Shane to Charlotte, and when Charlotte arched her hips to meet them, she made love to both of them.

It was beautiful, everything it should have been with just Bram, but more than it could have been at any other time.

Her wolf paced, ready for the mating mark. As her body heated, her nipples hardening to the point where it hurt, she crashed over the edge of pleasure and came. Shane followed, Bram’s and Charlotte’s names on his lips, and when Bram shouted, she knew he’d come, as well.

And just like that, the first spark of the bond snapped into place. She could feel Shane deep inside her, not just her body, but in her heart, her soul.

Her wolf cried out in joy, and tears slid down Charlotte’s cheeks.

Her fangs elongated, and she bit into Shane’s shoulder, marking him as hers. When she released him, she panted as Shane did the same to her. They hadn’t had to teach him how to claim another. It was as instinctual as shifting, as being wolf. Bram had also bitten Shane’s other shoulder, cementing the men together.

“Mate,” she whispered, cupping Shane’s face.

“Mine,” he whispered and kissed her. “I can feel you and Bram. Both of you.”

She smiled. The bond had worked for Bram and Shane, as well as her and Shane. Now she needed her Bram, her other mate, the other part of her soul, the other part of her future.

Bram slowly moved away, his eyes wide and glassy, but she knew it was the pure emotion, the same as she felt. They hadn’t had a plan as to who would mate first, who would have their human halves mate first before marking them as wolves.

“I need you, too,” she said softly as Shane pulled out of her, moving out of the way so Bram could come to her.

“Then take me,” Bram said simply. Only it wasn’t so simple. It never was.

She wasn’t sure what she would do next, but Shane took the choice from her. He lifted her up from the bed and put her in Bram’s arms. He got up from the bed quickly and came back with a couple of warm cloths. He wiped Bram’s cock down before doing the same to her with the other one. She blinked as Bram sat down at the edge of the bed with Shane sidling up right behind him. She had a feeling the other man was exhausted after everything that had come that day and just needed to be near them as she and Bram completed their part of the bond.

Shane wrapped his arms around Bram’s middle and bit into his shoulder. At the same time, Charlotte slid herself over Bram’s already hard cock. All three of them moaned, even if Shane’s was a bit muffled.

She would never get enough of this. Never get enough of them. Somehow, despite it all, she’d found the two men who could complete who she thought she’d never be.

They made her whole.

They made her strong.

They made her…theirs.

Charlotte put one hand on Shane’s shoulder, the other on Bram, and rocked herself along Bram’s lap.

Bram narrowed his eyes, then, his wolf at the surface. He lifted her up ever so slightly, to ram up into her. She called out but didn’t have time to catch her breath as he continued to f*ck her. Shane played with her nipples as well as Bram’s, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

She came, bringing Bram with her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Their bond snapped into place, as well, a lock of pulsing sensation that connected the three of them in a way she hadn’t thought possible.

Bram bit into her shoulder, marking her as his, and her wolf howled in pure pleasure. When her new mate turned his head to the side, she bit him, as well, leaving a mating mark that would tell everyone around them that he was hers. Shane was hers, as well.

And when the final part of the mating bond was complete, she burst into tears.

She could feel her men, feel her mates. They were everything she thought she couldn’t have, everything she never knew she wanted. For a moment, she could only think of the pain that had come when the bond hadn’t shown up the first time.

She hated crying and didn’t do it often. But now she couldn’t stop. It was just too much. She felt everything, and it warred within her. Somehow, she found herself lying in bed, sandwiched between her two men.

They held her close but didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. They all felt what the others were feeling.

She knew this intensity would fade soon, but for now, she could ignore the world. Ignore the problems that would arise in the morning. Now, she could focus on her mates, her life, and the fact that she was warm for the first time in far too long.