Touch of Gray 4 - Runaway Moon Rebel Dakota (different e readers txt) 📖

may not have inappropriate feelings for Bryce, it doesn’t mean I don’t still want to marry you. I love you. I want to spend my life with you. None of that has changed, and it never will.”

“I know that,” he said. “But now, it’s okay to admit you don’t want just me. I’m not going anywhere until one of you asks me to. I’m with you, both of you, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“So, forever then?”

He licked his sandpaper tongue up my cheek.

“Ugh! Cat germs. Unclean. Unclean,” I joked.

He huffed and stood up, knocking me to the ground as he moved. His tail flicked me in the face as he went.

“Where are you going?” I called after him.

“To fuck my alpha, if I can find him,” he answered, running down the beach.

“Great,” I muttered. “I’ll just stay here then.”

Since Pops and Cadence had probably gone back to the cabin together, I didn’t want to show up and interrupt them. It was a small house, and they shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in their own home. I could have gone to the tree house, but I wasn’t really ready to go to bed yet.

I sat on the rocks for a while, watching the light show overhead and trying to figure out what I wanted. It seemed as if I’d taken care of Bryce and seen to his needs for my whole life. But now, I had to decide what I really needed and where my cats fit into all of it.

Sebastian wasn’t wrong. I’d always had what I thought was an unhealthy fascination with Bryce. Everyone else had seen it. Always complaining that we were too close, that we spent too much time together and shut out everyone else. I’d never stopped to think about what that meant.

He was my brother. Even if not by blood, it was how I’d always perceived him. It would be difficult to get past that and be in an actual relationship with him. And with Sebastian.

My Bastian. I was completely clear where he was concerned. From the moment I’d found him, he’d belonged to me. He’d stolen my heart, and I wasn’t sure I had enough left to give to Bryce in the way he needed it.

If I were honest with myself, I couldn’t actually see a future without both of them in it. I loved them, and for some reason, they both loved me. How could that be wrong? Was it really so difficult to turn my feelings for Bryce into romantic ones?

After the last two months without him, I’d have given anything for the chance to share Sebastian with him again. Hell, I was even fine with what had happened earlier in the woods. We could have spent forever making love to Bast together, but Bryce had said that wouldn’t be enough for him. That he wanted me, as well. Could I give him that?

I’d have to figure that out pretty fucking fast. It wasn’t fair to keep him waiting forever. He’d finally laid his cards out for me, and it was up to me to pick them up or walk away.

With a groan, I got to my feet and headed back toward the cabin, ready to get back in the tree house and sleep. It had been a long night, and there was still one more to get through before I could go home. I just hoped I’d be bringing all my cats back with me.

As annoying as it had been to play camp counselor to the pack, I cared about them. I wanted them close so I could keep an eye on them, even if their alpha decided to stay gone.

* * * *

“What are you doing?” I asked groggily, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the windows.

Strong hands had unzipped my jeans and released my cock. Warm, wet lips wrapped around my shaft, and I reached down to run my fingers through his hair. Instead of Sebastian’s soft, smooth hair, I felt coarse, thick strands against my palm.

Looking down my body, my gaze caught Bryce’s green one, his tongue flicking out to lick my tip. I moaned, gripping his hair tighter, guiding his head back down. He swallowed me whole, his throat convulsing around me as I fucked his gorgeous mouth.

His fingers dug deep into my thighs, and I knew I’d have bruises later. Perfect circles in my flesh to remind me of this moment. My balls tightened painfully, but I fought against my release, not wanting this to end.

I sat up with a start, my chest heaving as I looked around the tree house. Sebastian was lying next to me, a smirk on his face, but Bryce was nowhere to be seen.

“Why do I think that hard-on isn’t for me?” Bastian asked coyly. “Sweet dreams?”

“Fuck off,” I said, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Jesus Christ.”

“Tell me,” Bast pleaded. He pulled me back down to the mattress, climbing over me and rubbing his ass against my aching erection. “Please, baby.” He leaned forward and sucked my earlobe between his teeth, biting gently. “I want to know what he was doing to you.”

“I can’t…” I was so hard it was painful, and I just wanted to throw down Sebastian and fuck him until we couldn’t move. But he had me pinned, his body rocking into mine, the friction driving me crazy.

“Were you fucking him?” Bastian purred against my ear. “Were you dreaming about being buried in his tight ass? Or was he fucking you? I know you like to top, but I’ve always thought you secretly want to bottom more. Bryce is dominant enough to do that for you.”

“Bastian, please stop,” I begged, gripping his hips in an effort to hold him still.

“Or was he sucking your beautiful cock?”

My dick twitched under Bastian’s ass at the memory of the dream, and he grinned down at the reaction.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I dream about him blowing me, too. Those perfect bow-shaped lips wrapped around my shaft, it’s enough to make