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Hawk stared at the two of them with a mixture of baffled rage and raging lust that created a dizzying, red haze in his mind. For a while, he couldn’t drag his gaze from the delicate pink lips of Sylvie’s sex, but as Mac drew his hands up her body, his gaze followed of its own accord. His throat, already as dry as dust, closed when he studied Mac plucking at her nipples. He felt as if he was rooted to the spot. At the same time, he felt like he was waging a losing battle between staying where he was and rushing across the room. With an effort, he dragged his gaze from Sylvie.

Mac, he discovered, was staring directly at him. Rage flared, but there was something in Mac’s eyes that gave him pause when he’d averted his own gaze. Baffled, he lifted his gaze to Mac again.

It almost seemed as if Mac was directing his attention to Sylvie’s beautiful breasts when he held his gaze a moment and then looked down at them.

He found himself standing over them without any memory of having crossed the room. More specifically, he was staring at Sylvie hungrily. When he flicked a look at Mac again, it occurred to him that it almost seemed that he was offering her.

But then his mind was gone, he thought wryly. He couldn’t think.

And he abruptly didn’t care if Mac tried to take his head off. Dropping to his knees, he took one of the distended nipples Mac was taunting him with into his mouth.

Sylvie gasped, shuddering when he caught the tip and began pulling at it hungrily. He struggled for control, but he was too far gone even before he touched her. Realizing Mac’s hands had disappeared, he lifted his own and bracketed her breasts, lifting them to taste them.

He was breathing so raggedly when he finally lifted his head that he swayed dizzily on his knees. Mac turned, settling Sylvie on the bed and then got up and walked away.

As dumbfounded as he was, Hawk surged to his feet and dove at her.

Jesus, she was sweet, he thought drunkenly as he nuzzled his face all over her breasts and throat, so sweet! He sought her lips, found them, and sucked at her mouth, drove his tongue inside the warm, wet cavern to taste more of her, all the while familiarizing himself with her with his hands.

He wanted to go slow, to savor, but he couldn’t. He wrestled with the closure on his pants and finally managed to get his dick out and plowed her cleft, searching. He broke from her lips, grinding his teeth at the pleasurable pain that went through him when
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he finally managed to stuff the head of his dick inside of her. “Baby! Jesus! Baby!” he muttered hoarsely, wondering if he was going to get fully inside of her before he lost his load. It was a near miss. She was so tight he thought he would explode. He was pretty sure he’d ground his teeth down to nubs and his jaws felt like they were going to crack from the pressure.

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Mac watched the two of them for several moments, struggling with the maddening sense of possessiveness that washed over him, the urge to tear Hawk off of her, and finally turned his back on them. It was for the good of the pack, he told himself, even while one part of his mind chafed against it, wondered where such thoughts had even come from. He knew, though. They were from the beast inside him, the beast that was slowly but surely gaining ground and pushing his humanity further and further away.

Beau and Cavanaugh, he saw, were watching Sylvie and Hawk, their faces blank with lust. He caught their attention by blocking their view. Nudging his head, he ordered them outside.

Reluctantly, they followed. He didn’t stop until he reached the clearing where he’d fought Hawk. “You two need to settle your place in the pack,” he said grimly,

“before you can claim your place with our woman. I won’t allow her to carry the seed of any man that hasn’t proven himself worthy of getting a pup on her.”

Beau and Cavanaugh both stared at him blankly a moment, still appearing dazed, but in moments their faces were transformed to rage. They turned on one another, clashing even before they’d shifted, pounding at one another with their fists. Mac stepped back to judge them, settling far enough to allow them room for their contest.

Cavanaugh shifted first, from man to beast. Even as Beau shifted to match him, he shifted once more into his
form.

Mac wasn’t actually surprised when they’d battled one another to a stalemate.

He’d always known they were pretty evenly matched. He called it a draw and settled it.

It might be a little rough on Sylvie, he thought wryly, but she was going to have to get used to it if she was going to hold her place as their alpha female—and he knew she would. She was strong. He’d been lucky to find her. She was perfect.

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Confusion flickered through Sylvie when she felt Hawk’s mouth settle on her breast, felt the hard pull of his mouth. It sent fire rushing through her, though. She didn’t know or care who put it out as long as someone did. That wasn’t true, she thought drunkenly when Mac released her and got up from the bed. She wanted them both.

Hawk scattered her thoughts as he fell upon her ravenously, nipping and sucking at her until her brain felt like it was on fire, not just her body, until she was so feverish she hardly knew where she was. She gasped when he rammed into her, distracted for several moments by the pain that warred with the pleasure, but it was no contest, really.

The ache inside of her needed to be appeased. It flickered through her mind that she would mount a bedpost if that would do it.

She didn’t need one. Hawk supplied a flesh and blood post, nearly splitting her in two in his desperation to seat himself inside of her. She’d thought Mac was overly endowed! Well, he was hung like a horse, but Hawk was that and then some. She
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thought for several moments that he was going to drive her womb up into her chest cavity when he finally hit bottom and began pounding into her. The ache drove even that discomfort from her mind, however.

She came, but even before she’d managed to gasp her relief, she felt herself gathering again. Hawk came with her when she climaxed the second time. They lay plastered together weakly in the aftermath, struggling to catch their breath. Finally, Hawk rolled off of her.

She heard something heavy hit the floor. Even as she struggled to lift her eyelids to see what it was, the bed shifted—first the right and then the left. A mouth clamped hard over hers, pressing her lips apart.

Hawk? Mac?

The face so close to hers looked more Cavanaugh.

Another mouth attached itself to one of her breasts, throwing her completely off kilter, but she realized, dimly, that there were too many mouths and way too many hands to belong to one man. A faint spark of alarm flitted through her mind and went out, extinguished by the blaze of heat that pelted her from every direction at once.

She felt as if someone was playing tug of war with her, drawn in first one direction and then other. She knew she was in trouble when she felt two cocks glide along her cleft at the same time. They warred over possession of the main hole for a moment and finally plugged into both. Her eyelids shot open as they both tried to mount her at the same time.

There wasn’t
room
for both! She didn’t give a damn if they were in two different holes! The first to hit bottom was pushed out by the second, but they seemed to get the rhythm. Relieved, Sylvie’s focus transferred almost immediately to the tingles of pleasure rippling through her almost constantly. Within a space of seconds, she lost all awareness of the world beyond her or more specifically the rising ache that threatened to explode any moment into another climax. It pushed the air from her lungs and left her gasping when it did. She didn’t touch down. Instead, the tension instantly began to build again. Her climax rushed upon her the second time, and it was still harder than the first, drawing sharper cries.

She felt something akin to alarm when she felt it building for a third time. Beau drove deep and began to shudder with release. Cavanaugh uttered a ragged groan and began to come. Their desperate lunges to pump their seed into her set her off again and she came so hard she screamed hoarsely.

She was so drained from the third that she fell toward oblivion even before they’d withdrawn. Her skin felt hot, achy and over sensitive. The light brushes of their skin against hers as they climbed from the bed were enough to send more shudders through her.

She groaned when she felt the bed dip again, tensing all over, but Mac pulled her into his arms anyway, stroking a hand soothingly along her back.

“Shhh, Baby. It’s alright.”

It was only alright if he didn’t start anything, she thought a little drunkenly.

When she finally realized he didn’t mean to, she uttered a deep sigh, cuddled tightly against him and passed from consciousness.

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Hawk was too stunned when he hit the floor to realize, at first, that he’d had
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The look in Mac’s eyes was enough to give him pause despite his anger.

Confused, he glanced from Mac to Sylvie and back again. Mac gestured with his head toward the door.

Reluctant, angry, Hawk threw one last glance at Beau and Cavanaugh and finally followed Mac outside.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

“She’s in heat.”

Hawk blinked. “She’s what?”

“She’s in breeding mode,” Mac said through his teeth.

Still baffled, Hawk merely stared at him. “How?”

Mac’s lips tightened. “I’m alpha male. I brought her into heat. She was ready to breed.”

Hawk shook his head, not necessarily in denial but to try to connect the thoughts in his head that didn’t seem to want to connect. It occurred to him after a moment, however, that he knew. He’d tasted the sweet scent of it when he’d taken her. It was why he’d felt so desperate to pump into her.

Part of it anyway.

He swallowed a little convulsively. “I only had one chance to breed her, god damn it!”

Some of the tension eased from Mac. “She’s still in heat. She will be until we’ve thoroughly bred her.”

Hawk narrowed his eyes at Mac in sudden insight. “You’ve already bred her,” he growled.

Mac’s face tightened. “Because she’s my alpha.”

The comment rocked Hawk, driving home the fact that he’d only been allowed a chance to breed her because Mac had allowed it. She was his. He could’ve denied the rest of them any chance to breed her. He’d allowed it for the good of the pack, to create unity and harmony among them. Dragging in a shuddering breath, he let it out slowly.

“I’ll have another chance to breed on her?”

“You’re my second,” Mac said simply.

* * * *

Daylight was filtering through the cracks in the door and windows when Sylvie drifted upward toward consciousness. She realized that she was lying flat of her back, sprawled across the bed. Her body was still sparking and sizzling from the night before and what was worse, as tired and sore as she was, the ache was back. She tried to ignore it, struggled to burrow back into unconsciousness, but it refused to be quieted. She curled into a tight ball.

The bed dipped and she slanted a look up at Mac as he settled a hand lightly on her shoulder. “You alright, baby?”

Sylvie swallowed with an effort against the dryness of her mouth. “I feel …

strange, Mac, achy.”

He leaned down and brushed a kiss along her arm. “I know, baby. We’ll make it
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better. Sit up. I’ve brought you something to drink and a little of the leftover stew from last night.”

Sylvie sat up, but her stomach rebelled at the idea of eating stew so early in the morning. “Just water. I’m not hungry.”

He handed her the mug he’d brought. While she was drinking, he leaned down and picked up a plate of stew.

“I’m really not hungry.”

“But you’ll eat a little for me, right?”

She glanced at him crossly, but she took the plate and ate a few bites and handed the plate back. He frowned, but he didn’t push it. Setting the plate down again, he took her empty water mug and set that down on the floor, too.

“You feel like a shower?”

The idea of standing under icy cold water when her skin ached sent a shudder through her. “Not right now. Later.”

“You need anything else? Need to go?” he asked.

Sylvie released a huff of breath. “No. I just want to be left alone.”

“Is that what you want?” he murmured.

Sylvie swallowed with an effort. “I don’t know. I … ache.”

He stroked a hand lightly down her arm, over her hip and then slipped it over her ass and along her cleft. She gasped when he pushed a finger inside of her. “There?”

She squeezed her eyes tightly as he began slowly thrusting in and out of her.

“Yes,” she finally gasped.

He leaned closer, nuzzling his face against the side of hers. “It’s alright, baby.

We’ll make it better.”

He didn’t, though, he withdrew his finger and got up. She discovered Hawk had been standing near the bed, watching. The moment Mac left, he took his place. “Turn over on your back, baby, and spread your legs for me.”

She sent a glance toward Mac. When he nodded at her, she straightened and rolled onto her back. Hawk climbed over her, positioning himself. When he’d settled the bulk of his upper body on his elbows, he reached between them, aligned his body with hers and began to push slowly inside of her. The ache instantly intensified, but moisture flooded her channel to ease his passage. After sawing shallowly in and out of her for a few moments, he drove deep and continued thrusting until she climaxed shatteringly.

When she did, he caught her hips, drove deep and spilled his seed.

Relief flooded her. Sighing blissfully as Hawk rubbed his face along her neck, she dropped to sleep again, but it was only a brief respite. The next time she woke, she was as achy as she had been. Beau, she discovered, was waiting. As soon as she began to writhe in discomfort, he pushed his cock into her and thrust until she reached another peak and exploded in ecstasy.

She had no idea what time of day it was or even what day. Exhaustion claimed her each time the ache was assuaged, but each time she woke it was back, worse than before and each time, one of them would come to her and plow into her until it quieted the sense of desperation. When she finally awoke free of the feverish achiness, she hardly knew whether to accept that it had actually stopped or not. The smell of food cooking on the hearth finally aroused her enough, however, to make her push herself upright.

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Mac was crouched in front of the fireplace, stirring something that was cooking on the hearth. He swiveled to look at her, studying her for a long moment. “Feeling better?”

She felt like she’d been run over by a train.

Hardly surprising, she thought wryly, when she considered the train she’d been driving—Mac and all of his buddies. “Except for feeling like I was beat half to death,”

she said a little hoarsely.

A look of regret and discomfort flickered across his features. “Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“I’m not surprised. You’ve hardly eaten anything for two days.”

Startled, Sylvie gaped at him. “I was out of it for two days?”

He grunted instead of responding.

Pushing the cover off, Sylvie struggled and finally managed to drag her legs from the bed. Her inner thighs instantly began to scream and shake even before she tried to put any weight on them. A wave of dizziness assailed her.

Uttering a sound of irritation, Mac crossed to her and crouched down in front of her, grasping her arms. “You alright?”

“No,” she said crossly. “I’ve been screwed half to death!”

A mixture of amusement, remorse, and anger glittered in Mac’s eyes. “Somebody did something you didn’t want?” he asked tightly.

Sylvie felt her face redden, because the moment he asked, she distinctly recalled begging for it. She certainly hadn’t objected, not even once. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought she’d been drugged. Unfortunately, she knew she hadn’t. There hadn’t been anything like that on the boat and they certainly hadn’t had anything with them.

Then, too, she didn’t even know of a drug that would have that kind effect on her, not a prolonged one. She didn’t do drugs—never had—but she had friends that did.

Ecstasy was probably the closest to the sort of symptoms she’d had, and it still didn’t match up.

“I need a bath,” she said instead of answering. Pushing him away, she got to her feet and did her best not to hobble her way outside to use the ‘facilities’.

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