The First Mate

This is a trick! I panicked, my body reacting and I scrambled backwards, instinctively kicking my leg out to push the large one back, but his large hand snapped, his fingers wrapping around my ankle and stopped it instantly. His eyes scanned my leg, narrowing for a moment on my thigh. His grip tightened a fraction with anger and fear rattled me, worried he'd react violently. Worried he'd break it. Jordan had enough strength — Bear Shifters were twice as strong as Wolves. "I'm sorry!" I whispered, tears shaking my voice as they welled, though I knew in the face of anger, it did little to stop what was to come. "I-I didn't mean to—" His focus snapped to me, as if I'd broken him out of a trance and his expression turned incredibly soft, almost regretful as a tear spilled down my cheek. "Oh, my sweet little mate." He released my leg, moving to his knees and he gently grabbed my wrists. "Come here, my sweet girl." He whispered so tenderly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders

{Theo}"Come on," Dane whispered behind me, my hands hesitant as I placed our little mate into the enormous bed. Her copper hair splayed out, the largest thing about her. Her small frame was practically swallowed by the bedding, but she settled against the sheets almost instantly. I kept one hand on her while I moved the blankets, not wanting to let her go. Dane chuckled with knowing, a hint of longing in his assurance. "We'll be back before she wakes up, I promise." My fingers trailed across my Rose's moonlight skin, tracing the curve of her hip where her borrowed shirt had ridden up. My touch skimmed the discoloured flesh, my brows narrowing with confusion. A small noise of discomfort left her throat, her face scrunching in a moment of pain before she rolled towards me. Her heat and scent radiated, drawing me in like a moth to a flame and I was torn between two instincts — protect, and claim. Where had those bruises come from....she was too short for it to have bumping into

Xav's voice skittered across my spine, heat trailing my body and coiling tightly in my stomach. His lips consumed mine, moving expertly, like he intended to claim every inch of me. My hips ground with need, uncaring that he was so large compared to me, I found myself meeting his muscular stomach. He chuckled darkly as he pulled away from my lips, letting me catch my breath and watching me squirm for a moment. "Needy little brat," he teased, his hand running down my waist, gripping my hip gently, but firmly. "You want something hard to rub against, hmm?" He cooed, his voice like silk over jagged stones. Heat flooded me, but I found myself nodding, my lower lip trapped by my teeth, trying not to cry out. He straightened slightly, his hips raising and he tugged me forward, pressing us together. I almost shattered as fabric scraped, his hard length beneath creating perfect friction against the aching nerves between my thighs. "Oh, fuck!" I gasped, his hand grinding my hips a

I followed their scents back upstairs, feeling awkward for a moment in Theo's pants, Dane's shirt and a hoodie of Xav's, but, the moment their eyes fell on me. I felt...alive. Seen for the first time in what I guessed was... ever. Theo tilted his head at me, a smile spreading on his lips. "There's our princess," he murmured softly, care and tenderness in his voice. My heart flipped, my fingers toying with the edges of the sleeves of Xav's jumper. "Hi," I mumbled back shyly, my eyes locking onto Dane as he approached, seeming drawn to me. I found myself stepping closer, drawn to him as well. "How you feeling, little one?" He asked quietly, reaching for me and his hand circled my waist, bringing me in and hugging me to his chest. "Better." I whispered, inhaling his scent of chocolate and dusk. "I'm just hoping this isn't a dream." I admitted. He touched my chin, my head tilting up to meet his eyes. They were bright, like polished stone, but I could see the darkness swir