Watch how Geri wrecks Taylor

The tent prepared for them was like something out of a dream, soft golden lights lit up the cream-colored interior, and a gentle fragrance of flowers floated through the air. The cushions scattered on the floor were plush and inviting, and silky drapes hung from the corners, swaying lightly with the breeze.

All three girls gasped as they stepped in, their eyes wide with awe. Then they broke into soft giggles like children with a secret.

They didn’t waste time. They rushed for the bathroom, squealing like little girls. Thankfully, it was large enough to fit all three of them. Warm water filled the air with steam, and they bathed together, laughing and playfully splashing as they washed the long day off their skin.

By the time they stepped back into the room, towels wrapped around their bodies, Gary stood by the tent entrance. He had a soft smile on his face.

“Alpha has asked that you both wear this… and join them for late-night tea,” he said as he dropped a basket on the bed, then turned and left.

Vera and Taylor squealed again.

“Oh my moon!” Vera cried, diving for the basket and yanking it open. Inside were two beautiful nightdresses, one snow white and sleeveless, the other soft pink with a delicate shimmer.

“You hit the jackpot!” Vera laughed, holding up the dresses. “I am so happy for you both!”

Taylor pressed the pink dress to her chest and fell backwards onto the bed with a dreamy sigh. “They’re going to bed us tonight,” she said bluntly, a wide smile across her face.

Vera laughed, nodding. “Oh, yes. You're finally going to feel what it’s like to be touched by a man.”

Taylor’s face flushed. “No more daydreaming and touching myself while thinking of our mates. Tonight… is real.”

Tara’s brows furrowed. “It’s just tea,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Why are you both acting like these dresses mean we’re about to be claimed?”

Vera turned to her with a knowing look. “Tara, wake up. Do you not see the signs? The dresses, the time, the setup? This is it. They’re asking to bed you. It’s not just tea.”

Taylor snorted and giggled. “At this hour? In dresses like these? Come on, Tara… those men are ready to eat us like fresh bread from the oven.”

Vera and Taylor giggled together, their cheeks pink from excitement—and a little from the wine earlier.

Tara rolled her eyes, but her stomach twisted. “Let’s not get our hopes high. Maybe it’s just… a casual chat. That’s all.”

Taylor leaned in, her voice soft and dreamy. “Tara, please… live a little, stop overthinking, let yourself hope, let yourself feel.

We’ll finally know what it’s like to be touched… kissed… devoured.”

Tara said nothing. Her heart was racing, but she bit down her nerves.

Vera helped them dress. The white nightdress Tara wore was tight and hugged her figure too well. She frowned as she adjusted the chest, the fabric squeezing her breasts too much.

“I don’t like this,” she muttered. “Too short. Too tight.”

“You look perfect,” Vera said, smoothing her hair.

Taylor twirled in her pink dress, her smile stretching ear to ear. “I love this dress. It’s the best one I’ve ever owned.”

Tara scoffed. “Every new dress is the best until you wear it a few times.”

“This one’s different. You’ll see.”

Vera stepped back and looked at them both proudly. “Alright girls, you look amazing. Now go out there and don’t be shy. Do whatever they tell you to do.”

“Gross,” Tara mumbled under her breath, but her chest was rising fast. She was nervous as hell.

Vera did their hair gently, letting it fall down in soft waves that touched their shoulders. It made them look softer. Sexier.

Just then, Gary knocked again.

“It is time,” he said.

Vera pushed the girls toward the entrance. “They’re ready. Now go.”

“Good night!” Vera called out.

“We’re coming back in an hour! It’s just tea!” Tara yelled as she stepped outside.

Gary chuckled without turning. “I doubt that.”

The soft padding of their bare feet was lost under the pounding in Tara’s chest as she and Taylor followed Gary through the camp.

The night air was thick, humming with unseen tension, and Tara’s wolf purred low in her chest, restless and awake.

They stopped in front of the largest tent in the camp.

“This is it,” Gary said, his voice low, knowing. He turned to them with a smirk. “Have fun.”

Tara wanted to scoff, to snap something witty, but her voice got caught somewhere in her throat. Her heart was no longer just racing, it was banging against her ribs like it wanted out.

Gary held the curtain open, and warm air spilled out, carrying with it the scent that hit her like a storm.

Tara sucked in a breath.

Their scent was increasingly maddening.

Taylor stumbled beside her, eyes fluttering closed for a second as she swayed. “Gods,” she whispered, clinging to Tara’s arm. “That sweet scent..”

It was their mates.

The interior of the tent looked nothing like what Tara had expected. No chaos. No clutter. Everything was perfectly placed, yet it oozed something dark, and primal. The walls were lined with thick furs and golden lamps that bathed the room in a seductive glow. A low table sat beside a massive bed draped in black sheets, four steaming teacups set perfectly in place.

And then she saw them. Geri and Amarok.

Both of them lounged near the bed, wearing robes that hung low on their hips, just barely tied. Their damp hair clung to their foreheads, drops of water still trailing down their chests.

They were carved like sin itself.

Tara stopped breathing. So did Taylor.

Geri’s head tilted slightly, his dark eyes dragging over their body so slowly, it felt like a caress. Amarok’s eyes did the same, pausing at their thighs, lifting to their breasts, then landing square on their lips. His stare burned.

No words were spoken, but something passed between them. They wanted them.

The men didn’t move, they simply looked.

And in that look… everything was said. Desire. Possession and Hunger.

“Come,” Amarok finally said, voice thick like warm honey, but with the edge of a command.

Tara’s feet moved before her mind could catch up. She and Taylor stepped inside like they were under a spell.

As they reached the table, Geri’s mouth curved into a soft smile. “You both look… amazing,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something darker than joy.

Taylor’s voice wasn’t hers when she spoke. It was deeper. Her wolf had slipped through. “You both smell amazing….” She was lost like a puppy.

Amarok stepped forward slowly, like a predator closing in on prey. He reached for her face, fingers grazing her cheek with painful softness.

“You smell better,” he echoed, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

It was tender, but there was something dangerous behind it.

Then his gaze slid to Tara and she froze.

Her knees wobbled when his eyes locked onto hers.

“We’re grateful you made it,” Geri said to her, voice smooth.

“Thank you… for the dress. For everything,” she said quickly. Her voice cracked. The words stumbled out as her heart raced wildly. Being in a closed room with these two half-naked men, dressed like this, was too much.

Amarok stepped behind her. She hadn’t even seen him move.

His mouth brushed her ear. His breath sent a tremble through her spine.

“We smell your fear, mate…” His voice was rough. His wolf echoed beneath it.

Tara’s skin broke into goosebumps.

Geri poured the tea slowly, the sound of liquid hitting cups oddly loud in the silence. “Relax, baby,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet Tara’s. “We’re going to take good care of you both.”

They sat.

Their bodies were close. Taylor was flush with Geri’s side, and Amarok had claimed the space beside Tara.

The tea was warm, but Tara barely tasted it.

She could feel the heat radiating from Amarok’s skin. She could smell the heady mix of pine and spice that wrapped around him like a second robe.

Geri leaned into Taylor. “Ever had a boyfriend?”

Taylor laughed softly, cheeks pink. “First grade.”

The men went still.

“Who?” Amarok growled.

Taylor giggled, almost breathless. “We were was ten. We didn’t even kiss. He moved away before spring.”

Geri’s jaw unclenched. “You’re lucky. I would’ve hunted him down.”

She smiled sweetly. “I never had anyone after that.”

“Good,” Amarok muttered. “Very good.”

Then Taylor's eyes sparkled with mischief. “Tara, though…”

Tara blinked. “Taylor—don’t.”

“Oh, come on!” Taylor laughed. “She had a huge crush in junior year. Red-haired boy, super sweet… turned out he was gay.”

Geri blinked, then burst out laughing. “A gay man broke your heart?”

Tara groaned, covering her face.

Amarok’s low voice rang out. “Thank the goddess, then. Better him than some straight fool who could’ve touched what’s ours.”

Laughter echoed through the tent.

Then Geri’s smile faded into something darker. He turned to Taylor.

“You never got to kiss your first crush,” he said, voice thick with heat. “Let me show you how great it can get.”

Taylor’s breath hitched, she nodded, and then his lips met hers.

The kiss was slow and deep. His hand cradled her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek as he moved his mouth over hers like he was tasting something precious. Taylor melted. Her hands gripped his robe, her legs shifting restlessly.

Tara couldn’t look away.

Her heart beat so loud she thought the others might hear it.

Amarok’s hand slid across her back and pulled her onto his lap. “Shhh… don’t move. Watch,” he whispered into her neck, his lips ghosting her skin.

Tara’s breath caught. Her whole body tensed, as his fingers grazed her thigh. “Watch how Geri wrecks Taylor.”

Geri’s mouth moved down Taylor’s neck, kissing and sucking until he found a spot that made her moan. His hand tugged the strap of her dress down, exposing the soft swell of her breast, then the pink taut nipple.

“Fuck…” Geri cursed, his lips diving to her breast.

“Oh gods…” Tara whispered, eyes wide.

Geri didn’t stop. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking slow and deep.

Taylor moaned, her head falling back, hands in his hair. “Geri…”

Tara’s thighs pressed together.

Amarok growled softly behind her. “You feel that?” he whispered, his fingers now trailing down her side. “That heat crawling up your skin? That’s what it feels like when your body begs for your mate.”

Tara whimpered, her breath short.

“Soon, baby…” he purred. “But not yet. Watch.”

Geri’s mouth played with Taylor’s breast, his hand gripping her waist as her hips moved restlessly on his lap.

Tara couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak.

Her body was fire. Her mind was haze.

This was going to be a long night.

And somewhere deep inside, she wanted!every second of it.