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I hold his arm steady as I choose the location for my mark.

Biting him on the bend of his wrist would take longer to heal. Just above it, on his inner forearm, is the most practical place. Lycans often bite each other here if they are not lovers. Though it isn’t unheard of for Lycans to mate with both males and females, my bond with Hunter is not of that nature.

I open my mouth and sink my teeth into the flesh of his arm. My fangs pierce his skin, and the earthy flavor of his blood floods my mouth. Scarlett’s indigo eyes lock on mine as I suck on the wound, taking another swallow of blood to ensure the bond is complete. Her breath escapes her lips in small gasps when I withdraw my fangs and trail my tongue over the bite to aid its healing.

Hunter’s hand flexes around her throat, his thumb caressing over her pulse. In our bond, her arousal crashes into me.

A moment later, I feel Hunter in my soul, right next to Scarlett. He’s relieved, hopeful, and ready to fuck our mate.

Scarlett’s arousal resonates through all three of us. He likes the way she watched me bite him, and she is remembering the bite I gave her a few days ago. She wants me to bite her again. On her breast. Her thigh. The other side of her throat. She’s desperate for the burning pleasure it brings.

“I think it’s time to go home,” she says.

I growl my agreement, release Hunter’s arm, and scoop our mate up, throwing her over my shoulder. Her laugh rings out through the trees as I begin to jog back toward the cottage.

The woodsman is right behind me, just as eager as I am to bed our mate.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Scarlett

Being mated to a Lycan and a human is so much better than I expected.

I can feel them both inside me now as Conall hauls me through the forest toward the cottage.

Their eagerness.

Their passion.

Their love.

While I was right earlier when I said the bond was overwhelming, I was also wrong.

Yes, I’m overwhelmed by feeling someone else’s emotions. By the ability to sense some of Conall’s thoughts. But it’s also beautiful. I feel closer to both of them than I have to anyone else. Knowing how they feel about me in my very soul makes the thought of living alongside them less frightening. I know they would never hurt me. Never.

A gasping laugh escapes me when Conall bursts through the door of the cottage, heading straight for the bedroom. The ability to laugh leaves me when he tosses me onto the bed.

I bounce once before he’s on me, his fingers tangling in the laces of my dress. Hunter’s hands are on my ankles, holding my legs still as he removes my shoes and stockings.

A moment later, Conall tugs my dress from my body, leaving me naked on the bed. Living in the woods with these two males has turned me into a hedonist. I stopped wearing underthings beneath my dresses as soon as they bedded me the first time.

They both growl when they see my naked flesh.

Hunter rounds the bed, hooking his hands beneath my arms, and dragging me across the mattress until my head hangs backward off the side of the bed. My back arches when a hot tongue drags across one of my nipples, then the other. Hunter’s eyes glitter down at me as he strips off his clothing until he’s as naked as I am.

His cock is already fully hard and leaking from the tip.

“Open your mouth,” he demands, wrapping his fist around his length and stroking it.

I do as he commands, and he groans when my tongue flicks out to lick the tip of his cock.

“Are you going to let me fuck your mouth, Little Red?”

I only nod because he’s dipping the tip of his dick between my lips. I taste him on my tongue then, a little salty, a little bitter.

And I want more.

Conall’s mouth is moving down my body now, trailing over my abdomen, nipping and sucking at my skin. Then, I feel his hot breath on my clit, and he’s forcing my legs as wide as they’ll go.