Wolf Trinity by Becca Jameson Read Free Book Online

to say to Liam yet. Nor its root: love.
    He’d seen the look on Liam’s face many times. He’d watched Liam bite the inside of his cheek and known he’d been forcing himself not to say the word.
    Jaden hated doing that to him. He did love Liam. He knew it with all his heart. But he hadn’t been raised in a family that was very demonstrative. His parents had loved each other. He’d always known they had, and they had loved him and his siblings too. But no one ever said it. At least not often.
    Jaden breathed Liam’s air for several seconds before he leaned back and turned toward the cabin. “We have to confront her.”
    “And claim her.”
    Liam was right. It was underhanded in a way, but the only way to ensure she didn’t run would be to claim her and hope it was true what they said about matings—that it was almost impossible for mated wolves to deny their claiming and walk away.
    It surely wouldn’t be hard to convince Emma to succumb to them. The entire cabin smelled of her arousal every time they walked through the door. Hell, half the reason Jaden and Liam scampered outside to work each morning was to escape her pheromones in the cramped space that nearly demanded they claim her.
    It was time though. And beyond necessary. Jaden couldn’t take another moment of this need that consumed him all hours of the day and night. He and Liam had taken turns sleeping on the couch and the floor, but he missed having Liam in his bed at least as much as he yearned to add Emma to their mix.
    Jaden stooped to pick up his notebook and the one Liam had dropped alongside it. Taking Liam’s hand, he headed toward the cabin.
    *
    Emma stared hard at the door to the cabin. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t expecting two sexy men to walk in at any moment. Nor had she ever really removed her gaze from the only entrance. She’d spent the last two days in a state of suspended angst, filled with concern over being found by the men who wanted her dead while, at the same time, wishing the door would open again and fill her vision with the two hunks who’d taken over her dreams—both day and night.
    She didn’t know whether to be relieved or anxious each time they came through the door—relieved that it was them and not her killers or anxious that it was them because she knew what they needed from her.
    Hell, she needed them too. More than she’d ever dreamed possible. Her pussy ached with desire. Their scents filled the cabin even when they weren’t in it, leaving her bat-shit crazy all day.
    She’d even risked rubbing herself to completion several times, praying they didn’t happen to come inside while she was masturbating under the sheet.
    Hell, she didn’t have clothes. She didn’t even have panties or a bra. All she’d worn for the entire five days she’d been here had been T-shirts that made her moan with their saturated scent of male wolf, her very own mates whom she was torturing day in and day out while they graciously treated her with the utmost respect.
    Without underwear or a bra, it had been too easy to slink down under the covers of her convalescent bed and stroke her clit or pinch her nipples. The relief was always short-lived and did nothing to eliminate the need. In fact, she was growing concerned that each time she got herself off she made the situation worse.
    She wanted those two men inside her more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life, including food and water. Even the hunger and thirst she’d felt when they’d found her days ago trapped in the woods didn’t compare to the sexual energy radiating off them in waves and making her unable to concentrate on any single thought save that of being fucked hard and fast and now.
    She knew she was on the cusp of giving in, if for no other reason than the fact that she couldn’t stand not having them in her bed, wrapped around her body, sandwiching her between them.
    Rationally, her logical self knew she couldn’t have sex with these two men and then