Carnage Island (Reject Island)(97)

The whirlwind of sex is just beginning.

And Clove is hungry for seed.

I lave her wound as it closes, then nuzzle her weeping sex. She smells divine. “So fucking sweet,” I groan, licking her deep. Then I skim her clit with my tongue on my way back up.

Tieran releases her to me, letting me take over as I slide home between her thighs.

She immediately arches into me, demanding more with an adorable little whimper that I catch with my tongue.

Her inner muscles clench around me, making me groan.

“I taught her a new trick,” Caius says lazily, grinning at whatever expression he sees on my face. “You're both very welcome.”

I almost say something snarky, but Clove squeezes me again and I’m utterly lost to the vixen beneath me.

Yeah, that’s a talent I’m not going to fault him for teaching her.

Because fuck.

I thrust into her hard, making her scream.

Then I take her in my way, with brutal strength softened by tender kisses.

Her nails bite into my skin, her thighs hugging me as I take us both to another state of existence—to a place I never want to leave.

My knot claims her.

My tongue calms her.

And my soul marries her.

She kisses me as though I’m her lifeline, her body embracing mine with so much heat and warmth that I feel my heart exploding in my chest.

Clove and this clan are my everything.

My family.

My home.

That’s the gift she’s given me more than anything else—the sensation of fullness in my life.

Our clan is finally complete.

And together, we’ll conquer life itself.

I roll to my back, taking Clove with me and cuddling her against my chest as my knot continues to pulse inside her. “You’re officially ours now, sweetling,” I tell her softly. “Ours to fuck. Ours to cherish. Ours to protect.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “If someone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll end him without question. Because that’s who I am here. I’m the guardian. I’m your guardian.”

“We all are,” Tieran murmurs, brushing his own fingers through her hair as he lounges alongside me. “We’re the savage beasts that will prove all the rumors true if anyone ever touches her again.”

“The cruel wicked tyrants who pillage and plunder our way across the packs,” Caius adds from my opposite side, humor evident in his tone as he strokes his hand down her back. “We’ll paint the world in blood for you, Clove.”

“Kill anyone you desire,” I offer, meaning it.

“Forgive anyone you tell us to forgive,” Tieran says, his fingers stilling by her nape.

“Be whoever you need us to be,” Caius finishes.

I just want you, I hear her whisper into our minds. I just want all of you.

Tieran chuckles, leaning forward to kiss her temple. “You have us, Clove.”

“Always,” I say.

“And forever,” Caius adds.

She hums something unintelligible, nearly asleep.

Then her body spasms again, tightening around my shaft as my knot begins to subside. “Looks like you’re up,” I tell Tieran as I guide myself out of her slick heaven.

While I could easily take her again.

And again.

It’s his turn.

And I don’t mind sharing.

Not with Caius and Tieran.

Besides, I’ll enjoy watching.

Maybe we’ll teach her something together.

Or maybe I’ll make her suck me off while he fucks her.

Hmm, no. Not yet.

We have a few days to experiment and play. For now, we’ll worship her. Tomorrow, we’ll start testing her limits.

Perhaps I’ll even be allowed to play with my knives…





37





CLOVE





Blood.

Sweat.

Sex.

I’m swimming in a sea of peppermint, ash, copper, and pine.

I never want to surface.

Swimming. Drowning. Swimming again.

But there’s something not quite right. The bed is too lumpy. It’s… imperfect.

And I really dislike that sensation.

I stir from my cloud of dizzy desire and hit the lump on the bed. It’s soft and plushy and in the wrong place.

Growling, I move it to the corner. But then I find another misshapen clump and have to move it, too.

Which unearths a third one.

And then a fourth.

By the the tenth, I’m a snarling mess, ripping apart the bed and everything on it.

Clearly, I need to make the bed again.

Once I’m satisfied with the mattress and the lack of bumps, I start over. Carefully.

I pick up sheets and shirts and jeans and towels and everything I can find, crafting the perfect bed to rest within.

My males are here.

I feel them watching me.

One of them even hands items to me, trying to help. I purr when I like the offering and snarl when I dislike it.

He’s a good male.

He doesn’t force me to take anything I don’t want, instead giving me the correct items more often than not.

I’ll invite him into our new safe haven first.

It’s a little strange in appearance, not necessarily flat, but all the edges are perfect.