I sighed, loving the delicate lapping motions as I wriggled my hips, trying to get comfortable, trying to find my mojo. Just as he did. The perfect spot.

Ugh. You know which one I meant.

Where suddenly, it wasn’t like he was just gnawing at you, but when he was doing shit right.

I moaned, long and low, my back arching as he started to flick my clit hard and fast, when he alternated between sucking down on it and lapping from underneath, and generally driving me crazy. I began humping the bed, uncaring as I jerked my pussy into his face, because each time I did so, it triggered a wave of sensation that had me feeling like my mind was caving in.

I growled, long and low, my she-wolf getting in on the business, and when their wolves rumbled back at me, I wanted to howl with the power within this bedroom, atop this bed.

It whispered through the room, leaking from us all, staining the air with its power.

It was like the best kind of aromatherapy because tomorrow, I’d still be able to smell it.

Which was an incredible thing.

Every time I did? It was a reminder of how strong we were as a unit, and I felt like it imbued these walls with a power that was very much Mother-blessed.

My thoughts drifted, as thoughts were want to do when you had a man going down on you and that man was incredibly talented with his tongue. I felt my eyelids start to flicker as he slipped a finger into me, rocking it back and forth before hitching it inside me, rubbing the front wall of my pussy, which was craving the thick fullness of his dick.

The emptiness inside me made me want to wail, but I could be a grown up about this.

I moaned when Ethan was suddenly there, his dick between my tits. As he grabbed my admittedly massive boobs—goddamn you pregnancy, as if I hadn’t already been hefting around enough weight—he used them to create a tunnel.

To someone else, I knew what happened next would probably have been odd. But it was, if anything, oddly natural. Austin came to me, kissing me, even as his brother’s cock was incredibly close to where our mouths joined. But it wasn’t about dicks. Wasn’t about crossing incestuous swords.

It was about me.

Fuck.

I loved that.

It always blew my mind too.

It was all about me.

And that was what did it. That was what had me keening into Austin’s mouth as his tongue did the tango with mine, as he primed me and pumped me, nipped at my lips, and tangled our tongues while Eli rode out my orgasm, and Austin stole my breath.

I could feel Ethan’s dick hardening, and I could sense it changing, physiologically, as his cock started to prepare for the knot, so when his cum splashed onto my throat, I wasn’t unprepared.

Austin might have been if he got caught in the spray, but he didn’t say anything. Just carried on kissing me. Just carried on riding me through another wave of delight that was born of intimacy and not pleasure.

I felt Ethan begin rubbing his seed into my tits, and because my boobs were so sensitive right now, the move had me twitching around like I’d been electrocuted. Which, admittedly, didn’t sound all that great, but trust me, it was.

It was like little sparks were dashing around my nerve endings, blinking to life, popping into being in a way that made me grateful Eli’s fingers had somehow doubled inside me.

Not by magic, just by him slipping two more in.

The feeling of fullness was enough to set me off again. I widened my legs some more as Ethan continued rubbing his cum into my skin like it was a cream, and the scent was powerful, like a fucking drug. I could feel it tripping all my wires, slamming into my system with the strength of a derailed freight train.

As Eli fucked me harder with his fingers, as Austin stole my breath, and as Ethan intoxicated me, I shot my lady wad and nearly exploded with the strength of my response.

Maybe they weren’t surprised when I passed out, but I was. Of course, I wasn’t so happy about where I woke up.

That goddamn clearing.

I moaned in distress when all those lovely pheromones and hormones and the dazed moments of before, as I experienced a pleasure so acute it was addictive, disappeared like they’d never existed.

I would’ve pouted, but there was nothing to pout about here. There was something to be scared of.

The cackle came. Louder than ever. Closer than ever. My skin prickled with fear, the gooseflesh standing up and surging into life as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

But like always, I didn’t understand.

I was standing in a kind of dazed twilight that reminded me of the realm where I’d claimed my mates. Only it was a little bleaker.

I was surrounded by trees still, and something that made me think there was water nearby. Maybe my she-wolf could scent water, or her ears were picking up on something that my human mind couldn’t focus on, not when that damn animal kept on cackling the way it was.

It hit me on a primordial level. Each. And. Every. Time.

It was like it was hunting me, taunting me into running, but if I did that, if I ran, I knew that was it. It was the end of me.

I just knew it like I knew my name was Sabina.

In my world, I was sure of only three things—my name, who my mates were, and who my baby was.

Baby!

I peered at my stomach which, until now, had shown no signs of a baby bump. But when I looked down, I saw the deep red tracks, the slight pooch of a belly that had borne the brunt of carrying a baby to full term.

The notion resonated in a way that very little could.

It made me aware of the fact that this was a dream. Lucid, nevertheless, still occurring while I was asleep.

It made me realize that I could see things from a different perspective. The dreams of before had been a portent. Telling me that what I was dreaming would take place after I’d given birth.

Knight was alive and well. And the dream was still happening, still on repeat, which made me think that the timeline had shifted.

I’d been so scared before that my lack of a baby bump meant that I was going to lose Knight, but I realized each time I’d been here before, I’d been clothed.

Now I wasn’t.

Now I was naked.

And because of that, it was as simple as breathing to shift.

I had no idea why I’d stayed like a human in my dreams before, but this time, I felt no compunction in shifting. Maybe it was the lack of the bow and arrow that was another prompt, or maybe it was just time—the time for action.

The time for dream to become reality.

As my she-wolf pounced into being, she did what I was too cautious to do. In my human skin, I stayed in the clearing, I remained watchful, waiting on the creature to come to me.

But in this instance, I didn’t. I leaped into action, darting through the forest toward that horrendous cackle which, now, had shifted slightly in this form.

My body didn’t react with unnatural fear. I wasn’t scared of anything in this skin. Or at least, very little. I was strong as a she-wolf, powerful. She would kill for me, protect and defend me in ways I would never think to as a human.

And this beast recognized the sound.

Another animal.

A very normal creature who was also a Mother’s child.

I didn’t know what it was until I saw it, and even then, it wasn’t like anything I’d seen on the nature documentaries. But then, of course, that made sense. Shifter wolves were a lot bigger than naturals, and it only figured that shifter hyenas would be the same too.