My Dom or My Mate?

Chapter 16

--What The Actual Fuck Just Happened?--

I'm laying on a plush comfy bed with a familiar smell.

Arms and legs are tangled with mine.

I hear two different sets of calm breathing on either side. Huh?

I turn my head and look. Holden and Dean are in a giant bed holding onto me as they dream.

I run through what recently happened in my head trying to understand.

Soul!

Fuck!

Did I really kill him?

Am I still pregnant?

I look down to a bump and sigh with relief.

I cringe as I remember seeing my men getting beaten before me.

I'd rather it was me than them.

I was marked!

Shit!

I carefully untangle myself from Dean and Holden to slide off the bed.

I recognise this room. It looks like the one I slept in at the pack house but bigger and there are belongings in it. A pile of clothes on the floor, photos of Holden and other people.

It's his room.

I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. The mark is still there, clear as day despite Soul being dead.

Though I don't feel a connection to him. No emotions, no thoughts.

He must be dead.

I sigh with undeniable relief.

That's short lived though!

"LIZZIE! LIZZIE!" Dean shouts in panic.

"What?! Oh shit! Lizzie!" Holden joins in.

I rush out of the bathroom. "I'm here! I'm here!" I soothe, climbing on the bed in between them. "I'm here. Don't worry." I murmur again, as they hold me close.

"Oh thank fuck." Dean gasps.

"I... I err... wanted to see the mark." I whisper.

Both Holden and Dean stiffen.

"Can you mark me?" I ask. "I can't bare to look at it anymore."

I hear growls and they move in closer.

I feel two sets of warm breath against my neck.

My wolf bounds around my head. 'Let them! Yes! We'll be theirs!'

I smile and close my eyes.

I feel their mouths extend around the skin on my shoulder, before biting in.

I gasp. This time, with my true mates it feels pleasurable.

I moan and whimper with tingles and shocks radiating my skin.

Oh fucking hell!

As soon as they've marked me, their teeth descend and they lick their rightful marks lovingly, sealing the wounds.

"Oh wow." I breathe as their emotions overwhelm me.

Love, passion, arousal, need.

They both growl me and as if they both know what to do, they move. Holden captures my lips with his while Dean starts stripping me. I don't even know what I'm wearing but I don't care.

I entwine my tongue with Holden's, feeling such passion.

Dean strokes his hands over my bare thighs, growling before venturing his head between my legs.