But if I let go, if I gave in… they would be there. Her other mates. I would open myself as fully to them as I would her, and I couldn’t…
A strong hand clasped around my forearm, jerking my attention from Annabel’s eyes.
Saga looked up at me, his mouth still close to her wet and swollen n****e. There was heat in his eyes, but also… love.
“It’s okay, Grim,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with pent-up need. “Let go. We’ve got you, brother. We always will. Let go.”
My brothers. The men I had given everything for—the only ones who had ever mattered to me before Annabel. I’d wanted to kill them for their claim on my mate—still did, despite the roar of the mating high—but somehow having them here with me… For these few breaths, it felt… okay.
I flashed my eyes to the Thorssons, my lip curling
