Page 153 of Soul of the Chaos


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As soon as Mongrel was seated with a final snap of our hips, he growled in triumph and Grimm snarled right back. Holy fuck balls, that was hot. I shivered at the sound of our dominants communicating with each other in the only way this insane situation would allow.

My mewl of relief was immediately cut off by Sasha’s commanding growl.

Our little alpha was done waiting.

In perfect tandem, Mongrel and Grimm unleashed on our bodies. For a brief wondrous time, Sasha and I were helpless to do anything but take it as we were bowled over by their combined passion. None of us lasted very long as I tugged urgently on Sasha’s nipples while she teetered on the edge.

I shuddered out my own release as Mongrel’s hand thrust between us. Unerringly, his questing fingers found Sasha’s clit and pinched her straight over the edge. She screamed her climax into my greedy mouth as happy tears flowed freely down our cheeks and Grimm howled our joy to the Blood Moon Goddess.

When the Chaos had struck and I’d been bowled over by its fierce magic, I’d found happiness in the arms of my first mate—Mongrel, my primal protector and confidant.

Next, I’d found a sort of desperate, healing love in the arms of my second—Sasha, my fierce little alpha. Through her, I knew the Goddess would be guiding my every thought and action for many years to come.

Then, finally, Grimm had come crashing into our euphoric bond. Our dominant alpha’s presence ratcheted the wildness of our lovemaking all the way up to bursting, throwing us into the sort of spiraling joy no one body could contain alone. And, in an undulating pile of sweaty limbs and madly beating hearts, I found my forever bliss.

A bliss that could be summed up in one word.

Home.

The Chaos had brought us home.

THE FUCKING END.

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