“All right, get up, little wolf.”

  Xavier whined softly, but managed to pull away. Tara gave a soft moan of disappointment, her glazed-over eyes glancing over at him under heavy lids.

  “Stand up, rabbit.” He smirked. “If you think you can.”

  She laughed as she stood up on shaky legs. “I’ll manage. What do you have planned?”

  He moved and pushed Xavier to the bed, the little wolf’s eyes widening slightly. Liam pulled away quickly. He pointed to Xavier and gave Tara a grin. “You’re going to ride our little wolf, sugar. And then I’m going to take your ass.”

  She shivered and nodded, the scent of her arousal nearly overpowering him. “Sounds like a good plan.”

  Hell yeah it did.

  Tara straddled Xavier’s hips, her knees landing on either side of his legs. Xavier’s trembling hands rubbed up and down her hips and he let out a soft moan. His little wolf looked so scared. Liam circled the bed and gently grabbed Xavier’s chin. He leaned down and kissed him, trying to calm him down. Xavier slowly went pliant, lips sipping at Liam’s kiss with hunger.

  “Calm down, little wolf. We’ll take care of you. Isn’t that right, rabbit?”

  Tara gripped Xavier’s cock, sending a shiver through him. She slowly lowered herself. “That’s right.”

  * * *

  Xavier tried to breathe as Tara took his cock into her body. She was so wet and hot and tight that he thought he was going to lose it before he ever made it fully inside her. And the thought of Liam being inside her at the same time wasn’t making it any easier to hold on. Would he be able to feel the other man through the thin barrier? God, he hoped so. Tara arched her back, moaning as her hips rolled against him. He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips.

  “L-Liam?” he choked out when her pussy clenched around his cock. He needed Liam inside her. Needed that connection that would come.

  Fuck, he needed to come.

  “Don’t worry, little wolf.” Liam circled the bed and ended up behind Tara. “I’ll get our rabbit ready.”

  Tara’s mouth opened on a silent scream and Xavier knew Liam was playing with her ass now. She moaned, her hips twitching as she pushed against Liam’s hand.

  Liam leaned down to nip at her ear. “Have you done this before, sugar?”

  Tara shook her head, her breathing ragged. “Not in a while.” She rolled her hips on a groan and Xavier barely held himself back from fucking into her harder. “And never two men at once.”

  Both men groaned as Liam pulled away from her to lube his cock, the loud squelching echoing in the room. Liam pushed Tara down until her breasts were smashed against Xavier’s chest, nipples scraping against his small patch of chest hair. She smiled at him and kissed him gently, her hands tangling in his hair.

  He loved having his hair played with apparently. He hadn’t known. He’d never particularly cared about his hair. But now? Now he wanted his mates to play with it all the time. He’d grow it longer if they wanted.

  Tara moaned against his mouth, bringing him back to the sensations around him, and Xavier felt her pussy tighten around his cock as Liam slowly made his way inside her ass. He could feel the other’s man’s dick through the barrier between them and he bit his lip to stop himself from coming. It was too good. He was going to die, he knew it. But it’d be a good way to go.

  “Fuck, rabbit,” Liam groaned, his hands clutching Xavier’s on Tara’s hips. “You’re so damn tight.”

  “L-Liam,” Xavier whimpered, biting his lip hard enough that he tasted blood. “I don’t think… I’m…”

  Liam growled as he moved, shoving Tara closer. She moaned before leaning down and biting at Xavier’s shoulder. She sucked up a mark with blunt teeth, and his hips jolted under her. He shuddered, his cock twitching inside her pussy. He knew she couldn’t bite him like he and Liam would do to her, since rabbits didn’t exactly have fangs, but God the feeling still brought him closer. She sucked on his skin, her teeth bringing a sting of painful pleasure that pushed him closer to release. He felt his fangs drop and he had to bite his lip to hold back the urge to mark her.

  “Bite her, little wolf.”

  Xavier blinked out of his pleasure haze, staring at Liam over Tara’s body. “A-are you sure?”

  Liam snarled, lips curling to reveal fangs. “Do it.”

  Xavier moaned before leaning up and licking at her neck. She shivered, tilting her head to the side. He couldn’t stop himself after that. He struck, his fangs piercing her neck. She cried out, her hips snapping against him as Liam pushed them all closer to climax. Xavier felt her pussy tighten around him and he knew she was coming.

  “Fuck yes, rabbit,” Liam groaned as he leaned down and bit the other side of her neck, his hips pumping faster before he obviously lost himself. He stilled with a moan against her neck.

  Xavier couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pulled away from Tara’s neck, letting out a cry as he came inside her. The three of them panted heavily, all their breathing uneven.

  Liam ran a hand down Tara’s back. “You know we’re gonna be stuck like this for a bit, right, sugar?”

  Tara’s face blushed adorably. “I do. I asked a few friends, and they decided to tell me.”

  Liam’s quiet laugh was husky. “I’m glad you knew at least.”

  It took several minutes for them to be able to pull out and the two men lightly rubbed Tara’s back the entire time. When they could finally pull away, Tara practically collapsed next to Xavier. She snuggled against him, her eyes closed as she lightly snored.

  Liam chuckled. “I think we tired her out.”

  “Looks that way.” Xavier’s hand tightened around her waist. “Thank you.”

  Liam flopped down next to him. “For what?”

  “For letting me go first.”

  The large man shrugged. “It wasn’t that big of a deal—”

  “It was. Thank you.”

  Liam sighed, running his hand through Xavier’s hair. “You’re welcome, little wolf.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Liam woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. Memories assaulted him as he tried to regulate his breathing.

  Blood. So much blood. He could practically smell it on his hands. The metallic taste lingered in his mouth. He couldn’t stop—

  He clutched his head, opening an eye to look next to him. Tara and Xavier were both asleep, cuddled together.

  Not covered in blood. His hands shook as he lightly touched Tara’s hair, relieved that she was still here. He did the same for Xavier, smiling gently when his little wolf snuffled in his sleep and snuggled closer to Tara’s chest.

  He could breathe a little easier at least. The nightmare might not have been a vision. It wasn’t like he didn’t have both. Nightmares were a regular occurrence for him. But he could fight through it. He’d been doing it perfectly for years.

  And if he kept lying to himself, maybe one day he’d believe it.

  He sighed, slipping out of bed. He made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, downing the thing in one gulp. He could already feel the familiar headache forming. It pounded in his brain. He’d need to take something. He could only hope it’d work this time.

  “Liam? You all right?” Tara’s sweet voice filled the silence.

  He turned around to look at her. Damn those pretty blues saw too much. He knew he shouldn’t lie to her, but the last thing he wanted from his mates was pity.

  Or worse, judgment.

  “You should go back to bed. It’s nothing.”

  She padded toward him, a serious look on her face. Hell, was she expecting him to think clearly when she was only wearing one of his shirts? It was an old one too, one that was filled with holes and barely covered her anyway. Plus, the thing came down to right above her thighs, showing off plenty of those long legs. He wanted to rip the damn thing off. To lose himself in her body and hope it made all this go away.

  She reached up and took his face in her hands, drawing his attention back to her. “Talk to me. You don’t look okay.”

  He blew out a rough breath. “It was just a nightmare. I’m fine, sugar.”

  Her nose twitched, her eyebrows furrowing as she glared at him. “Don’t lie to me, Liam.”

  “Damn impressive nose you got there.” He sighed, backing away from her touch. It was distracting. He still wasn’t sure how much he wanted to tell her, but she was his mate. He couldn’t lie to her. “I see things from time to time. I can’t control it and I never really know what it means until later.”

  “See things?” She tilted her head in interest. “Like, what?”

  “Like…visions of the future.”

  “Really?” She actually sounded interested. Not like she was judging, just genuinely curious. “What’s that like?”

  Liam clicked his tongue, trying to think of a way to explain. “It’s like a movie where you’re only half paying attention. You get glimpses of the story, but not the clear plot.” He waved a hand. “So basically, it’s useless and gives me a headache.”

  “Sounds interesting at least. But why do you look like you expect me to start throwing rocks at you?”

  Hell, he was usually better about hiding his emotions. His mates were making him soft. He couldn’t find it in him to mind, though.

  “I expected you to judge me, I guess. It’s not normal.”

  Tara shrugged. “So?”

  “Experience has taught me that people don’t like it when someone’s different, sugar. My old pack certainly weren’t fans of me.”

  Tara growled, an impressive sound for a rabbit. “Did they hurt you?”

  Liam wanted to smile. His little rabbit wanted to hunt his old pack. It was sweet.

  Misguided and stupid, but sweet.

  He snorted, crossing his arms. “They tried, but I was stronger.”

  “Liam,” she sighed softly, rubbing his arms until he lowered them. God, he craved her touch too much. “Have you talked with anyone about this?”

  He shook his head. “Other than you? No.”

  “You haven’t even told Xavier?”

  Xavier probably knew. He’d heard Issac’s talk of Liam being captured and asking if he still saw strange shit. But the man had never asked, and Liam hadn’t said anything.

  “The little wolf has enough to worry about without me adding to it, sugar.” He poured himself another glass of water with shaking hands.

  “Then talk to me.” She lightly placed a hand on his arm. “What did you see?”

  He knew she was trying to calm him, he did. Rabbits were damn good at it. They had an innate ability to read a situation and react to it, showing an almost instinctual need to emotionally heal the ones around them. And he wanted to let her, everything in him did. But he felt the bile rising in his throat at the thought of his nightmare, the images still clear in his mind. “I can’t,” he rasped. “I really can’t repeat it.”

  She nodded. “All right. I won’t make you. What else do you need?”

  You. It was on the tip of his tongue before he leaned down, gripping the back of her head. He pulled her into a kiss, knowing it was too hungry. Too desperate. Knowing his fangs were probably nipping at her lips when he tasted blood. Knowing that he should pull away.

  But he couldn’t stop.

  * * *

  Tara wasn’t sure how it happened, but before she knew it, Liam had her pushed against the kitchen counter. His hands were in her hair, tugging the short strands. One of his hands moved to the hem of her shirt. She’d only put it on because she wanted his scent on her. Xavier had been cuddled next to her all night, and she was surrounded by both of them. It was everything she wanted.

  “Do you know how tempting it is to just rip this shirt off of you, rabbit?” he growled against her mouth.

  “It’s your shirt,” she panted, meeting his stare. “You can if you want to.”

  Liam’s smile was feral as a claw slid out from his index finger. “It is, isn’t it?” He hiked his finger under the collar of the shirt, ripping it down the middle in one quick swipe. He licked his lips as he pulled it off, letting it fall to the ground. “You’re so gorgeous, Tara.”

  “Liam?”

  He looked up at her, narrowing his eyes. They seemed darker than normal, the black pupils nearly swallowing the yellow. “What is it?”

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m…” He laughed softly, warm breath escaping on her shoulder. “I’m fine.” He cupped her breast, making her gasp as he pinched the nipple. “Just wondering where I should start.”

  They both knew it was a lie, but she let him get away with it. Everything about this moment felt new and fragile. Like it could be broken with the wrong word. So she let him lie for now.

  “Wherever you want.”

  “So dangerous,” Liam snarled, leaning down and taking her nipple into his mouth. She arched against him as he sucked and licked it. He slid a hand down her stomach, toying with the outer lips of her pussy.

  “Already wet,” he rumbled against her breast, teasing her pussy with maddeningly slow strokes. “But I want you wetter.”

  She hissed out a breath as he pushed two fingers inside her. He looked up and pinned her with that fierce gaze, his eyes almost glowing in the darkness.

  “Are you sore?”

  “No.”

  “Good,” he growled softly. “Because I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

  She cupped his face with her hands, making him look at her. “I don’t need gentle, Liam. I need you.”

  His chest rumbled before he bent down and licked at her clit. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, bucking her hips against his touches. She squirmed when he took her clit into his mouth with a hard suck, curling his fingers in her pussy. He teased that magical spot inside her, driving her wild with his touches. The orgasm hit her faster than she expected and she couldn’t stop herself from crying out, her hands clutching his head as she came. He pulled out his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. She moaned as he lapped up her juices, groaning softly.

  He rumbled with approval before pulling away, licking his lips. He silently slipped off his loose sweatpants, stepping out of them a moment before he gripped her hips. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, teasing her clit with the thick head.

  “This what you want, rabbit? Want me to fuck you on the counter like this?”

  Tara arched against him, grinding against his dick. “Yes,” she hissed.

  He stilled her movements, wrapping his arms around her hips. He pushed his cock inside her with a slow glide. She moaned and rolled her hips against him.

  “Please, Liam. I can’t—”

  He growled, his nails scratching her hips. “You gonna come, rabbit?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then come all over my cock. I’m not stopping anytime soon.” He rolled his hips, thrusting his cock further inside her. Almost like he was proving his words.

  She bit back another moan, her hands clutching the bottom of the counter. He was so thick inside her. Stretching her so wide, she had to wonder how he’d ever fit in her ass earlier.

  Liam chuckled. “Trying to keep quiet?”

  “I don’t—Oh God—I don’t want to wake Xavier.”

  “If you wake our little wolf, he’ll just join us.” He nearly pulled out of her completely before slamming back inside, scooting her further up the counter with his thrust. “So scream for him, rabbit.”

  His next thrust made her obey that command. She cried out, moving her hands to his back. She might not have claws like them, but damn it, she had nails. And she dug them into his back, loving the glazed-over look of pleasure he got.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled. “Do that again.”

  She dug her nails in deeper, running them down his back. He slammed his hips against hers with a groan.

  “You feel so good,” he moaned, his hands tightening on her hips to the point of pain. She’d have bruises tomorrow; she was sure of it, but she didn’t care. “So tight and hot and wet around my cock.”

  She groaned, rolling her hips against his. “Please, Liam. I’m so close.”

  “Come for me, rabbit. Then I’m going to fill you up.”

  “Bite me.” She needed it. She knew it would push her over the edge she was teetering on.

  He growled, licking at her neck before biting down hard. She cried out as she came, her nails cutting into his skin. He gave one final slam before stilling and coming inside her. They both panted, bodies slick with sweat. He pulled back from her neck, licking the wound. When his cock softened inside her, he fell to his knees and rested his cheek on her inner thigh. She ran her hand over his head gently, letting the quiet moment happen. She knew in her heart that he never allowed himself to look vulnerable with anyone but his mates.

  “Thank you, rabbit,” he mumbled against her flesh.

  She blinked slowly. “For what?”

  “You know what.”

  She did, but she was surprised he acknowledged it. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

  He shook his head against her skin. His eyes were closed, his breathing gentle against her thigh.

  “All right. I’ll let it go for now.”

  She’d make him talk eventually, but for now she was content to let him forget, and grateful she could help him find some kind of temporary peace.

  CHAPTER TEN

  “So what exactly do you need us to do?” Julian asked Liam a few days later. He’d come alone, which surprised Liam, but Julian merely muttered something about the wolf being busy and made himself at home.

  Liam sighed as he paced back and forth in his living room. “That’s the hard part. I’m not sure yet.”

  Julian kicked out his legs and crossed them at the ankles, leaning against the back of the couch, his arms sprawled behind him. “Are we going to try and rescue this Seer?”

  Liam’s head was pounding at the thought of whatever that wolf had to be going through. His trials had probably been light comparatively. At least he couldn’t heal, so they hadn’t done permanent damage.

 

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