Gabriella - Alpha Marked, Book II by Celia Kyle Page A

made for us,
and I for one am not going to allow fear to stop my heart. I
recommend you do the same.
    He took a deep breath, stared at the two he’d
spend the rest of his life with, and let his bottled feelings fly
free. It wasn’t a bone-deep, soul-connecting love. Yet. But he had
no doubt that, with nurturing, it’d blossom into a tie that could
never be broken.
    Berke placed a finger against her chin and
directed her attention to him. “Gabriella?”
    “Make me yours, Berke.”
    Oh, shit. How the hell are we gonna do
this? Berke mentally gulped.
    I saw it in a porn once? They were all on
their sides and she was in the middle… Jack sounded so
hopeful.
    We’re not taking our mate like porn
stars. Berke nearly growled aloud.
    Why not? It obviously works. Jack
paused for a moment. I think I could’ve been a porn
star…
    God, he and Jack were in so much trouble. Let’s hope we don’t fuck this up… And keep your dick to
yourself.
    *
    Berke tugged her, drawing Gabby toward an
open set of double doors that revealed a massive bed in the center.
It was more than enough space for the three of them to come
together. Logistically she knew what was to come, but had never
actually made love with two men at once.
    They would join as one, both of her holes
filled with them as they fought for release within her. The final
step would come when they sank their partially shifted teeth into
her shoulders. One on the left, another on the right. Scarlet had
warned her of what was to come, words interspersed with giggles and
blushes, but description and reality seemed nowhere near one
another.
    Their travels stilled at the foot of the bed,
the two men bracketing her, settling her between them. Berke
remained at her back while the previously reticent Jack pressed
against her front. The heat of their bodies crept into and seared
her.
    Gentle hands stroked her arms, skimming her
skin as they sought their way beneath her clothes. Silently,
gently, they disappeared. The men worked as one, divesting her of
her shirt, then shoes, and finally shorts until she stood before
them in nothing but her bra and panties. She was exposed, barely
anything left to the imagination. Quiet reigned and unease
slithered through her, self-doubt and insecurity creeping to the
fore.
    For, like, all of a second.
    A glance at Jack’s features revealed his
desire, the tautness of his face and the sharpening of his cheeks
and jaw showing her he was close to losing control. His eyes
transitioned to a pale yellow that darkened by the second as his
wolf peeked at her.
    Berke encircled her with his arms, movements
stilling as he reached her rounded stomach. “So sweet and soft.” A
growl shaded his voice.
    Palms slid over her skin, Berke’s fingers
tracing the waist of her panties, digits dipping beneath the
elastic. Then he continued farther south until he rested just above
her mound.
    Oh, God. She ached. Her core pulsed and clit
twitched with the need for these two wolves. Arousal thrummed in
her veins as her pussy grew heavy and filled with unsatisfied
desire. A deep inhale from Jack told her that he’d caught the scent
of her need. Her musk permeated the air, and those eyes flashed to
the pure yellow of his wolf.
    Jack’s palms cupped her large breasts, her
flesh overflowing his hands, and he squeezed. Her nipples hardened,
and he traced the nubs, silk and lace the only things separating
them.
    “See how she needs, Berke?” Jack murmured,
his gaze centered on her chest. She shivered beneath his regard.
“So responsive.”
    While she remained focused on Jack, Berke’s
fingers danced past her cropped curls and farther south to her
soaked pussy. His digits slid through her cream, teasing her slit
and then delving into her moist depths. One finger traced her inner
sex lips, pad stroking her from hole to clit and back again. The
first brush of the sensitive bundle of nerves nearly brought her to
her knees.
    “Berke!”
    “So, very, very responsive. I’d say