All Chapters of Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Frost makes a noise in his throat as my wet lips press against his. He tightens his arms around me, and I can feel the way his cock responds to our kiss, swelling and thickening between us.The immediacy of his response sends a little thrill through me. Throughout all the ups and downs I’ve been through with these men, I’ve never had to doubt whether Frost wants me, and the proof of that fact throbbing against my lower belly makes my core ache with desire.As I open my mouth, my tongue tangling with his, he thrusts against my stomach a little, grinding his cock against me like he can’t help himself. He’s unpracticed in this—I was his first, something that still fucking floors me—but the lack of finesse on his part isn’t a turn-off. If anything, it makes me even hungrier for him.I know I’m not the first woman Kian fucked, or Malix either. And that’s okay. I slept with plenty of guys before I met them, so it’s only fair, I guess.But I like knowing that I’ll get all of Frost’s firsts.

I need it, more than I need air.My fingers dig into her ass cheeks, dragging them wider so that I can see more of her, and Amora gasps, gripping the countertop more tightly. When I bury my face between her legs and thrust my tongue inside her, she goes up on her tiptoes, making a strangled sound in her throat.She tastes so good. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before—something that’s only Amora.It’s addictive, and I slide my tongue all over her pussy, trying to get as much of it as I can. With my hands still holding her ass cheeks apart, I can see her other hole too, and I grunt softly as I remember what it felt like when she put her finger up my ass.I don’t know why it felt good, but it did. It pushed me over the edge of my climax, heightening everything else I was feeling until I couldn’t hold back anymore.Would it feel good for her too?Probably. She knows more about pleasure than I do.Rather than exploring with my finger, I drag my tongue away from her core, running it ov

Kian closes his eyes, and his thumb rubs a lazy circle on my hip. “Half past two.”Not as late as I thought when I woke up. I must have been sleeping like the dead. Not exactly the height of proper security, since someone could have come into the cabin and ax murdered me in that deep of a catatonic state.That thought leads me to another. “Do you think we should have set our own guard? We all just crashed out. Maybe someone should be awake at all times to make sure none of Felicity’s wolves try anything.”A low rumble rises from Kian’s chest, and he opens his eyes, narrowing his gaze on me. “I dare them to try. They’ll regret it if they do.”I recognize the hard glint in his eyes and the hard set of his jaw. It’s the feral side of him surfacing—that stoic, angry edge to him I’ve come to know.More than know, really. Understand.Then Kian’s face softens, almost as if he’s recognized my thoughts without me having to say a word.Shit. I didn't think I projected my emotions that much.His

It’s fucking heartbreaking.In a way, I know what it’s like to feel what she felt. I too had a rift form between me and my mates.Of course, we started off at war and slowly mended the bad blood between us until we were no longer enemies, but allies and lovers. Felicity’s rift has moved in the opposite direction, going from good to bad to worse. She loved Quinton once, and then gave up on him when it became clear what kind of person he is.I can’t even imagine how lonely she must feel. They always say it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, but anyone who says shit like that clearly never had to leave their fated mate.“Our separation was ugly,” Felicity continues. “Particularly when I tried to steal his precious stone. The tensions between us have been high ever since. I feel an… obligation to stop him. He’s my mate, after all. Even now, after all these years apart. I’ve always felt like perhaps I’m the only one who could even try to stop him from achievin

AmoraOver the next few days,I keep thinking about what Malix said.His observation was definitely on point. I’m just as much an outsider among these wolves as the three shadow shifters are. Which is strange, considering I’m not full of shadows, nor am I one of Quinton’s pack, so in all actuality, I should fit in with these shifters just fine.But I’ve been on my own so long that I might as well be a different breed.Each day on the move is a blur of running, resting, then running again. We stop for short periods, never staying in one place too long before we set out again. Each night, we hunt, sometimes with Felicity but mostly on our own.I stick close to my men for most of the journey, despite the fact I have mixed feelings about thinking of them as “my men.” That’s probably another hold-over from my time alone, blowing like a leaf in the wind with very little to my name—not to mention, I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that our bond didn’t fully break when they slipp