LOGINMax's POVI turn in a slow circle, suddenly far more aware of the fact that I'm standing naked and alone in the middle of a place I can't fucking remember coming to. I can't smell anyone nearby, human or wolf. All I can smell is that sickly decay hanging in the air.A low snarl comes from somewhere amongst the trees, and I freeze.Whatever made that noise sounds big, and I have absolutely no desire to meet it while I'm standing here with my cock hanging out.Something brushes against my side, and I spin around, almost stumbling into the enormous jet-black wolf standing beside me.“Medus?”He turns his massive head towards me, his dark eyes meeting mine before he looks back towards the forest. His hackles rise, and a deep rumble vibrates through his chest.Fuck, where did he come from?I reach towards him, sinking my fingers into the thick fur around his neck. He's solid beneath my hand, warm and reassuringly familiar. He's just as enormous as I remember from the last time we stood bef
Max's POVI'm floating through clouds. They're soft and damp as they brush past me, swirling and shifting around my body. I realise I'm naked as moisture beads across my skin, and then I seem to be floating down towards the ground as my consciousness registers sensation and orientation all at once.I have no idea how much time has passed. Actually, I don't know if any time has passed. Passed since what? I frown, trying to remember what I was doing before this, but there's nothing there. I don't remember falling asleep. I don't remember coming here. I don't even know where here is.That should probably bother me, but it doesn't. I just seem to exist in this strange, cloudy place, drifting downwards without any idea where I'm going or why.A light is moving closer. I can't work out if I'm travelling towards it or if it's travelling towards me. I feel spacey and light-headed, and there's something important I'm meant to be doing. I know there is. Something happened. Someone...I try to g
Max's POVWell, after the first flight, I thought I was going to black out. By the third, Sam is carrying me more than supporting me, and I'm ready to sleep for a week.“Not much further,” Sam murmurs, and I'm not sure if he's reassuring me or himself. His face is red, and he's breathing hard from the exertion.“Tell you what, mate, even half-dead, you're a heavy fucker.”The nurse makes a sound that I think might be a chuckle, but I'm too tired to care.“Here,” Sam says, pausing in front of a door before turning the handle.Inside is a large living space with floor-to-ceiling windows. I catch Xander's scent as the opening door stirs the air in front of us, and then Zahra's, Tobias's and Lincoln's. My chest eases.I think we're all in here. Thank Goddess, I'm going to be close to her.The thought that Lincoln has arranged for me to stay close to her brings a strange flutter to my chest. The feeling momentarily confuses me, but I'm too exhausted to dwell on it.Sam leads me down a corr
Max's POVThe two nurses and the doctor help me into the house and down the corridor beside the central staircase. Walking is agony, but at least my legs are holding me up now. Medus is sleeping again, exhausted from the effort of healing me, and I'm already significantly better than I was at the last rest stop. There's still something seriously wrong with my abdomen, though. Every time I try to straighten up, a sharp pain tears through my middle, forcing me to hunch forward again.The house seems larger inside than it looked when we drove up. I woke as we drove through the gates, so I missed most of the journey, and when we got out of the cars, Zahra barely spared me a glance. To be fair, neither did Xander, really, and the betrayal stung. He said he'd help me win her back, but the moment we arrived, he went straight to Tobias and Lincoln, hugging them as though he'd forgotten I was even there. I know they've been worried about one another, and I can't exactly blame him for being reli
Tobias's POVI slide behind Lincoln as he leans over Zahra, my knees bracketing his thighs. He's still buried inside her, still fucking her with a rhythm that makes the bed creak beneath us. I reach between them, my fingers finding the place where their bodies join. Zahra's wetness coats my hand, warm and slick. I gather it on my fingers, then reach around Lincoln's hip, pressing against his entrance.He shudders, his rhythm faltering.“Keep going,” I murmur against his ear. “Don't stop.”I push my fingers inside him, one at a time, working the slickness deeper. He groans, his hips grinding back against my hand even as he continues to thrust into Zahra. She's watching us now, her eyes dark and hazy, her mouth parted.When I pull my fingers free, Lincoln whines at the loss. But I'm already moving closer behind him, my cock slick with Zahra's arousal and my own spit. I press the head against his hole, feeling the heat of him, the tightness.“Ready?” I ask.He answers by pushing back agai
Tobias's POVHe starts slowly, pulling back until only the tip remains inside her before driving forward in a long, deep stroke that makes her breasts bounce and her nails claw at his shoulders. His rhythm builds, faster now, harder, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room.I kneel beside them, stroking myself slowly. Watching.Lincoln's back is a canvas of shifting muscle, his spine bowing as he fucks into her. His balls draw tight against his body, heavy and full. Sweat beads along his shoulders.Zahra reaches for me, her fingers finding my arm, then my chest. She pulls me closer until I'm kneeling beside her head, my cock near her face.Her eyes flick up to mine.“Want you too,” she pants.She turns her head and takes me into her mouth.The heat of her. Goddess. I grip the headboard and thrust shallowly, feeling her tongue work the underside of my cock while Lincoln pounds into her below. The bond is a live wire between the three of us, tangled with pleasure and want and







