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  Charity paused before she went past him, nudging her head into his leg. He smiled at her warily, and then Charity joined her mates. She spotted Aubrey flying above them, scouting for any nearby enemies. Charity took a second to look back at the gates of the home where she grew up and silently made her final farewells. To her mother, buried years ago in the family plot on the estate and to Ragan and Ren, who didn’t mind her taking a path so different from theirs.

  Running alongside her two mates, the wind caressing against her fur, she didn’t need to look back a second time. The past was done haunting her. She could finally gaze boldly forward, to a promising future with London and Ferus.

  Chapter Eight

  “Many of you have seen Charity by Ferus, or by my side. Some of you have even gotten to know her, but today I want to officially announce them as Ferus and my mate,” London announced to the werewolves gathered in the large dining hall of the Scavos mansion.

  “We witness and acknowledge your claim, brother,” Max said, the first to raise his glass, followed by Conner and their mates.

  Seated beside London and Ferus, Charity tried not to fidget. She nodded to the wolves in London’s pack who raised glasses to their union, and held the assessing and curious gazes of the rest of House Scavos. As a lioness now living in a den of wolves, Charity needed to show them she wasn’t weak.

  By standing beside Ferus and London, she intended to disprove the notion hatred had been the only thing between lions and wolves. Despite the shaky ground House Scavos now stood on with the Vivaldi after Risa’s death, Charity believed they broke new grounds. Made the inconceivable possible.

  Under the table, Ferus squeezed her hand in reassurance before lifting them to his lips for a kiss. “Doing ok?”

  Charity kissed his fingers and smiled. “Never felt better.”

  “Good. Know why, kitten?” London whispered against her ear. Charity shivered, turning her head to discover, with no surprise, the dark desire settling in his gaze. “I have plans.”

  “What, you have is a new ball of yarn for me to play with?” Charity couldn’t help but tease. He reached under the table, slipping his hand under her dress to palm her thigh. Heat went directly to her pussy and tits. Charity strained not to close her legs together. On one hand, it was inappropriate given the formal occasion, but she also wanted him to move his hand farther up.

  “Be careful what you wish for, kitten.” He leaned in close, flicking his tongue against his mark on her neck, making her shudder. “If I move my hand farther up, will I find your panties already soaked?”

  Ferus cleared his throat. “About time we retire upstairs?”

  Before Charity could formulate a reply, she found herself being lifted, swept off her feet, and in London’s arms. She squeaked, putting her arms around his neck.

  “A warning would have been nice,” she grumbled, ignoring the smug look Conner gave London as he wiggled out of the table with Ferus trailing behind them.

  “Have fun, kids,” Aubrey unhelpfully called out.

  Soon enough, they left the hall, climbed up the stairs, and headed into their bedroom. Ferus locked the door behind him and London settled her down on their new orgy-sized comfortable bed.

  “You can’t pick me up and put me down whenever you want,” she told London, and then eyed the black lingerie lying innocently beside her.

  “Of course we can, kitten. Admit you like it,” Ferus said.

  “Put them on.” London pointed to the lingerie. Recognizing the playful London was gone and the domineering alpha was present, Charity didn’t bother arguing. Excitement shot down her spine. She liked how both men watched her intently as she took her time peeling off her dress and putting on the lacy underwear.

  “Kitten’s ball of yarn?” London asked Ferus. Charity frowned when Ferus pulled open a drawer and held up a purple silk ball. He unwound one end, showing Charity it was a long length of purple ribbon.

  “You want me to play with those?” Charity couldn’t help but ask. She blinked when London joined her on the bed, pulling off the rubber band tying her hair in place. He ran his hand through the golden strands and planted a rough kiss on her lips.

  “We’re tying you to the bedpost with them, kitten.” London ran a finger down her collarbones and tweaked one nipple through her bra, making her groan. A bolt of pleasure coursed through her tits as London tweaked the other. Moisture pooled between her legs, and her gaze dropped to the visible bulge in his jeans. “Not yet. Be patient baby.”

  She groaned, but he held a finger to her lips. “You always said you loved watching us fuck. So you’ll be a good kitten for us and wait, won’t you?”

  Just thinking about her two mates’ sweatsoaked bodies colliding and meeting made her flush with excitement. Charity nodded, not bothering to hide the eagerness in her eyes. Ferus took one of her wrists, looped the silky ribbon around it, and secured it to the post, before moving to the other. He kissed her on her inner left thigh, before standing beside London to assess his work.

  “How’s my knot work, boss?” Ferus asked. Charity blushed, but the appreciative glances from both men were worth it.

  “Excellent work. Does kitten agree?”

  “Definitely. I think Ferus needs a reward,” Charity suggested.

  “Kitten has a dirty mind,” Ferus remarked.

  Charity only smirked. “You both are wearing too many clothes.”

  “I agree.” In mere seconds, Charity had a fine view of both of them. She licked her lips at the sight of their muscled frames, and their thickening members.

  “On the bed,” London told Ferus.

  Ferus crawled into bed, and to Charity’s surprise, he gripped her ankles apart, lifted himself up, pushed her G-string aside, and stabbed his tongue into her folds. She cried out, clutching at her bonds.

  “I thought you were going to fuck each other,” she managed, but Ferus ignored her, and continued exploring, his hands firmly on her thighs.

  “Didn’t you suggest Ferus deserves a reward, kitten?” London asked wickedly. He fished out a lube from the nearby drawer, and returned to the edge of the bed. London positioned Ferus on his knees, and began lubing him. When Ferus sucked hard on her clit, Charity gasped, wishing she could sink her fingers into his hair.

  Ferus paused to murmur, “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

  Charity let out a shaky breath. It didn’t help London had finished scissoring and preparing Ferus for his access and started nudging his cock in. Charity’s pussy was wetter than ever. London gripped Ferus’s hips and began to move, the sight of him fucking Ferus only made Charity aware of Ferus’s clever mouth and tongue on her pussy.

  “Come for me,” Ferus panted, sliding one finger in her tight pussy and punching her clit. Charity moaned, the pleasure inside her breaking open like a dam. Ferus leaned in closer, lapping at her cum.

  “Fuck. You can’t imagine how sexy you both look like that.” London grunted and Charity knew he wouldn’t last long. Several thrusts later, he sighed, reaching for Ferus’s cock, and the two of them came seconds from each other.

  “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Charity said. Leaning against her thigh, Ferus gave her a sheepish smile.

  “If you think we’re done, then think again, kitten,” London pointed out. He retrieved some wet wipes to clean both Ferus and him up. “We still haven’t had you.”

  Ferus untied her from the bedposts, gently massaging her wrists. “You doing okay, baby?”

  “More than okay,” Charity said, making him laugh. “Let me help both of you get it up again.”

  Like the first time, Charity closed her mouth over London’s length while working Ferus’s cock with her hand. Their cocks thickened under her care in minutes.

  “Enough, kitten, or I’ll come in your mouth,” London said, gently pulling out. “How do you want us?”

  Charity thought about it. “Both of you at the same time.”

  “Greedy little kitten,” London teased. “Fe
rus would like your pussy I think.”

  “Lucky kitten,” Charity corrected, making him laugh again. Ferus lay on his back, and she rolled on top of him. She slowly lowered her pussy down his erect member, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of her cunt taking in his steel-hard length.

  “I love watching the expression on your face,” Ferus said softly. Charity couldn’t help but kiss him lightly on the lips, before beginning to ride him, her pussy muscles milking him dry.

  “Fuck, baby.” Ferus groaned, holding her steady. A smack landed on her left ass cheek, making her groan. She felt a second pair of hands on her hips, and she drew out of Ferus so London could start lubing her ass. Ferus reached out below her, pulling the cups of her bra aside to reach her nipples.

  They hardened into hard pebbles in seconds, and she moaned when London invaded her tight asshole with his slick fingers. Once ready, he nudged his tip inside her, sinking in hilt deep. Charity groaned when he pulled out and handed her to Ferus. They both filled her holes completely, with Ferus sliding into her pussy and London driving into her ass, making her incredibly full and horny. Charity gasped loudly when Ferus hit her G-spot.

  “Won’t be long,” London said with panted breaths behind her.

  He shuddered, emptying himself inside her ass first, before handing her over to Ferus’s care. He exploded inside her pussy next, and her own orgasm came soon after. Senses reeling, Charity’s world exploded as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her. She curled contentedly beside Ferus as London cleaned them up before settling to the other side.

  “Mew for us, kitten,” London teased, settling himself against the curve of her back. Feeling blissfully content, Charity happily did. London kissed the nape of her neck. Ferus mimicked the gesture and took her lips, his kiss slow and tender.

  “We love you, Charity,” London whispered, saying the words he didn’t need to, because Charity already knew.

  “You’ve journeyed a long way to find us. Welcome home, love,” Ferus murmured, making her flush.

  THE END

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  Felicia Fern loves reading and writing erotic romances. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction. She usually favors MM and MMF pairings.

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