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I turned in Max’s grip, not needing to see my reflection any more. Whatever shape, size, or space my body occupied, I was this. I was putty in his hands as they found my breasts again before his head dropped down. I was his lover, my whole body tightening as he bent down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, the rolling waves of sensation washing over me faster and faster. I was his mate, I knew that somehow, as his other hand slid down the front of my skirt, only able to tease at my clit from this angle.

That was all I needed.

“Sage?”

I couldn’t answer Tobias, not while I was with Max, my hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him right where he was as everything came rushing to a head. Claws formed on the ends of my fingers, and they sliced through the thin cotton of Max’s shirt, raking across his back as I lost all control.

My cunt twitched, pulsed, flickered in time with each of Max’s long sucks, making waves of pleasure wash over me, again and again. When he pulled away, he withdrew his fingers and licked them, clean as a cat, but even though the pleasure had settled down into a haze that left me loose-limbed and lazy, I knew I wasn’t finished.

I dropped down to my knees as I felt the jet tip to one side, my fingers finding his fly and pulling his cock free as he began to stammer out a protest, something that was choked away as I swallowed his cock. I needed him inside me, I could feel that like a dull ache, but right now, it would be like this—a slow, sensual inspection of his entire length with my tongue.

“Sage, we need… We’re landing… Fuck, fuck…” Then he reached down and tipped my head up so I stared into his eyes, even as my mouth was full of him. “We need to do this hard and fast so we’re in our seats before we land. You can do that, can’t you?”

I nodded.

His grip on my skull tightened, claws pricking my scalp as he thrust himself deeper, into my mouth, down my throat, pulling back in time for me to suck in a breath and then going deeper again. As I heard the rumble of the jet’s engines shift, as I felt the slight shake of the plane, he got faster and faster.

“So good. You’re taking me so fucking well, baby. Your mouth’s like velvet, sucking me in. Fuck, fuck… Can’t last. Can’t stop!”

My hand slid up his thigh and then surrounded his knot, forcing his strokes to stutter, then stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The door slammed open, and there stood Tobias, looking thunderous, taking his brother in as he jerked back, but his eyes fell to me—to the cum dripping off my chin in particular.

“Get in your damn seats,” he barked. “We’re landing.”

Max picked me up from the floor and carried me down the aisle, telling Beau to swap seats before depositing me beside him and making sure my belt was on.

“What the fuck, Max?” Beau said in protest.

The man himself just grinned, scooping up the mess he’d made of my face before pushing those fingers between my lips for me to lick clean, then he turned to his brothers.

“You’ve been making decisions for me, for Sage. I don’t know if I disagree with any of them, but I want to be asked going forward. We’re either doing this as a pack or we’re not. In which case, I’m stealing Sage away and showing her all of the ways I’m sure she’s my fated mate.”

Beau growled at that, but Tobias, he just smiled, then nodded.

“Of course, brother.”

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“This place…”

We’d walked into the ‘Sydney house,’ and all I could do was stare. I was aware of Sydney’s crazy property prices. Derelict crack dens were going for a cool two-point-five mill, and this was no crack den. It was all whitewashed walls, the cream seeming to glow with the bright morning light pouring in through the massive wall of windows that revealed a spectacular view of Lavender Bay beyond.

“Need some help with that?” Lucien asked when my steps slowed, then stopped as I tried to take the whole place in. Gleaming stainless steel was softened by white irregular tiles on the kitchen splashback and butcher block bench tops. That rustic look was continued as the stairs were massive chunks of carefully planed wood set into the wall and a glass curtain leading upstairs.

My fingers had gone limp, so he was able to take control of my bag, smirking when I went to protest.

“Let me take you upstairs and to your room.”

I was intimidated, that was clear, because I barely even made a sound, just trailing after him as he led me upstairs.

The light inside the room was much softer, I noticed that as soon as we walked in, the massive windows wreathed in gauzy, white linen curtains that pooled on the floor. The size of the bed was the thing I caught next.

“What…?”

I just pointed at the massive expanse, the whole bed taking up one side of the huge room, looking like you could throw yourself down onto it and then roll over and over and never hit the end.


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