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Yet for some reason, I’m not scared. I should be, but instead, I just feel safe. Surrounded by Denver’s warm steel scent, my pulse is slow and my limbs are heavy. Curled up next to him, I get the sense that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I’ll figure it out. I won’t let Papa and Grayson hurt me again.
Denver’s cock is soft enough that it’s slipped out of me, and his seed mixes with my slick on my thighs. It’s messy and wet, but I’m not disgusted. In fact, I have the strange urge to press it all back into me with my fingers. Like I want to keep all of Denver inside of me. The very idea of it makes my face flush with embarrassment and desire.
I listen to his heavy breaths, and realize that he’s fallen asleep. He’ll never know. I roll off of him and slide my hand down my body, gathering our cum on three fingers. My inner walls clench in satisfaction when I slide my digits inside. I push as much of his seed back inside me as I can, almost purring from satisfaction.
For a long time, I lay quietly next to him, enjoying Denver’s warmth and nearness. The rain slows to the occasional drop, no longer shielding the sounds of the forest outside. I hear the sound of bird wings flapping, and I know they’ve been startled by something walking beneath them.
Camden and Memphis.
I can make out their scents from here, distant but getting closer. Mountain pine and wild mint mixed with sea salt and sweet clover. They’re safe—thank God, the storm didn’t take them.
Quickly, I get to my feet, pulling Denver’s shirt and jacket over me. They’re long enough on me that I don’t need to add the flannel pants. I rush to the cave entrance, eager to greet them. My heart beats rapidly with excitement and worry. What if they’re injured? What kept them out there in the rain for so long?
From the mouth of the cave, I can see them approaching. Memphis comes first, broad and dark, his slightly-squinted brown eyes clocking everything around him. He’s scowling, but instead of scaring me like it once did, his expression makes me smile. It’s just so him. My chest fills with warmth, seeing that he’s okay.
Then, he shifts direction, and I’m able to see Camden behind him. I gasp, my hand going to my heart.
My Alpha’s hurt.
A long, angry gash runs from Camden’s hairline, through his left eyebrow and onto his cheek. I rush toward him, my bare feet pounding against the wet ground. I take his face in my hands and examine the wound. There are a few loose stitches holding it together, but blood seeps from the edges.
“I’m fine,” Camden says. His crooked smile isn’t dampened at all by the injury. “Looks worse than it is. Head wounds just bleed a lot.”
I wish I could believe him, but it would be just like the easygoing Camden to play down a serious injury so nobody worries. Too late—I’m fucking worried.
“How did this happen?” Denver asks. His tone is brisk and businesslike, a military commander asking the troops for a report, but his body language tells a different story. He hovers just behind me, physically closer than he’s ever been to me around the other Alphas. He’s marking me as his territory, and I’m not quite sure how to feel about it.
“Damn ravine and the log bridge,” Memphis says.
“The log fell apart while I was crossing,” Camden explains. Behind me, I feel Denver tense, like he was still perched above the water and rocks. “Fortunately, with the rain flooding the river, I got out with just a scratch. I swam to shore and waited for Memphis to come get me.”
“He was passed out,” Memphis tells Denver. “Took me a good hour to climb down and find him. Put him on concussion watch.”
Camden waves a dismissive hand. “I’m fine. Really, it’s just a scratch.”
We all shoot him exasperated looks. Nobody buys it.
“Sewed him up enough to get him back here safely,” Memphis grunts. “He’ll need better care from you, though.”
Denver moves around me to examine the wound more closely. “I’ll put in some more stitches, and we’ll need some antibiotics. It’ll probably scar, though.”
For the first time, a flash of unease crosses Camden’s face. I doubt he’s a vain guy, but the wound is pretty large. Despite his gorgeous blue eyes and uneven smile, from now on, when people look at him, the scar will probably be the first thing they see. My heart floods with sympathy and indignity for him.
“I like scars,” I declare, my voice sounding louder than usual. All three men turn to face me. Camden looks relieved, like my opinion of his looks means something to him. Denver’s expression is even more intense for some reason.
Then immediately, I’m blushing, remembering the scars that riddled Denver’s back and chest. Later, I want to take my time touching and kissing them all. Based on his darkening eyes, Denver’s probably thinking the exact same thing.
The big man clears his throat. “Well, then, let’s get you stitched up.”
Denver brings Camden back to the tarp to take care of the wound, and my attention finally turns to the tracker looming in the cave entrance. Memphis’s eyes are dark and narrowed, his nostrils flaring. I know exactly what he’s scented—the cave reeks of sex. There’s no hiding what Denver and I have been doing.
It only takes three long strides for Memphis to be at my side. He grabs my wrist, lifting it to his nose. I think I see disgust in his rich brown eyes as he smells it—I’m positively covered with my slick and Denver’s seed from earlier. Suddenly, the fact that I’ve fucked these three Alphas hit me. They must think I’m some kind of slut, spreading my legs for everyone. Memphis is going to be repelled by me all over again.
I’ve just started to freak out when Memphis shocks me by putting all three of my fingers in his mouth. His soft tongue laps against them, sucking off the fluids.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
