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pushed harder and harder, until her clit was throbbing, her mouth was slack, her throat working silently, and then she exploded. The world disappeared as she felt two thick protrusions swell into the center of her mates’ cocks. Tighter and tighter she grew, until every shot of come inside her felt like the pulse of her heart.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    “Rion, okay, enough with the growling. It was sexy during sex. Now it’s interrupting my sleep!”
    When he didn’t answer, nor did the growling stop, she sighed and sat straight up in bed, and found that she was alone. The covers were still warm from her mates, so they must not have been gone long, but it didn’t explain the constant growling she was hearing. Scrubbing her hand over her face, she crawled to the edge of the bed, muttering to herself.
    “This bed has its own time zone! What the hell do they need with a bed this big?” She stopped when she remembered how much they moved around and how often the brothers had kept coming at her throughout the night. Rion had said to her that mates would be in a frenzy the first night they were together, each time cementing the bond. Her very sore thighs and even sorer insides were feeling the pain. It had seemed like a marvelously good idea at the time.
    The growling stopping and starting again, she looked over the edge of the bed before she thought about the fact that she might need to be worried about growling that didn’t belong to either of her not-there-right-then mates Any worry disappeared, though, when she realized it was her phone.
    “Hello,” she muttered, never being someone who enjoyed being woken up, unless it was by two very hot mates with even hotter body parts that couldn’t seem to get enough of seeing their body parts disappear into hers. She very gladly was okay with being woken up for that!
    “Zelina Marie Mason, I am going to beat the flying ape shit out of you when I see you! Where the hell have you been? You haven’t been answering my calls. Brian didn’t show up for work today. You weren’t at your apartment. I was starting to think something had happened to both of you and was getting ready to enlist the FBI!”
    She could barely keep up with her friend’s rambling, but hearing the concern in it mollified Zelina’s attitude slightly.
    “Your setup turned out to be the date from hell! He tried to k . . . kiss me.” She completed her sentence lamely. She wasn’t sure if there was some kind of code as to what she could tell her best friend and what she couldn’t. Her heart was heavy at the thought. She definitely had some things that only girl talk would make better. She had almost died the day before, now had not one but two men in her life, was basically married if she understood the whole mate impression thing, had two bite marks on her shoulders, and didn’t even know where she was. This was a time to need a friend if any.
    “I don’t give a damn if he tried to frisk you in the car! Mad at me or not, Z, I was worried. I couldn’t find you at all the last three days!”
    “Three days! I’ve only been gone for a day!”
    “Zelina, baby, where are you? I’m at the store. I know you like ice cream.”
    The sentence drove home that her friend really was worried. They had developed it as kids as a way to ask if something was wrong and if the police needed to be called. When one of Jezzie’s cousins had been murdered by a robber, she’d been under bondage when her phone rang. The friend thought she sounded funny and knew something was wrong. Without thinking, she asked if someone was there, and if someone was hurting her. When Isabelle replied yes, out of fear, the robber had killed her instead of giving her the chance to give the police a description. That had stuck with Jezzie. It had stuck with them all.
    “No, J. I’m fine, I swear it.” She heard Jezzie let go of the breath she’d been holding when Zelina hadn’t given the code phrase for “yes, get help.”
    “Then where