Chapter 37 Winnie
Winnie
By the time we get back to my cabin it’s late but the full moon casts a bright enough light to see by.
The entire ride home I was thinking about my pack.
How the entire bonding reveal went so much better than I could ever imagine with them there.
How they synced with my family despite our differences.
How magical the whole thing seemed. We haven’t brought up their bomb about possibly taking over ownership of Stella’s shop but somehow it seems like an even more plausible idea than it had this morning.
Our lives have somehow fitted together even more closely than they had before.
The guys cut their engines when we pull up in front of my cottage. There’s a pause when we all get off the bikes. It suddenly feels so weird having to say goodnight to them. Like today, at my parents’, was a turning point, and I don’t really want to be alone in the house without them.
The thought of all of them in my little bed/nest with me sends a beat of warmth through me.
I look at the alphas, still in their helmets, and my imagination starts to run wild.
I've done chases before. And damn it was fun.
But it was with an alpha and one beta that I was never seriously dating.
What would it be like to be chased—craved—by all of these alphas?
I hesitate for only a moment before making my decision.
“You remember the items at the top of my boundaries list?” I ask.
Five helmets swivel toward me.
“Keep the helmets on, and catch me if you can,” I say as I bolt into the woods.
There are other houses out in the woods, but they’re few and far between, and as long as I stick to the areas I know, we won’t come near them. We won’t be seen or heard.
I’ve been running for at least ten minutes now, and while they seemed to have me cornered twice, I know these woods better than them, and I managed to slip away both times, narrowly.
Everything in me screams to run, to let them chase—every molecule wanting to outrun them and still be captured.
I dodge between trees, not actually knowing if they’re following, but sensing it anyway, deep in my bones.
I slide behind a thick tree, holding still, trying to keep my breathing even and steady. The breeze slides over my skin like fingertips. The leaves shiver.
A tree branch snaps behind me and to the right.
I take off again. My perfume rises around me. The air turns sweet and sharp with it. Damn biology. I know they can smell it. I know they can taste me in the air.
I practically dive behind a big rock. My breathing is coming out in short, ragged gasps.
I clamp my hand over my mouth. Everything in me trembles.
Not with fear, but with awareness. Footsteps nearby have me holding my breath.
My body is on fire. I’m aware of every fiber, every moment.
My pulse is as fast as a hummingbird's wings.
My thighs press together without me thinking about it.
An electric force at my core signals the feelings Zeke can't cover.
A deep desire and the awakening of a primal part of him that I haven't felt since that night at the club.
It heightens every feeling I'm having into a fever pitch.
Another snap, closer. Hide or flee? Hide or flee? Another rustle. Another thrill. I don’t want to escape. I want to be worshipped in the woods. I bolt to my feet.
I don’t make it two steps before a heavy, muscular arm bands around my waist, lifting my feet from the ground. A gasp breaks free. It comes out as half a squeal, half a moan. My back slams into heat and strength, and the scent of jasmine and smoke floods my senses.
“Gotcha, omega.” Gage’s voice is low and heady, filtered through his helmet in the cool night air. The words curl through me, settles somewhere deep.
I struggle fruitlessly against his arms for a minute, just to see if I could give him another good chase. Just to feel how easily he holds me. How little effort it takes.
I was caught pathetically early, but I may as well be struggling against stone for how firmly he holds me.
“A princess lost in the woods,” Gage says, spinning me and pinning my back against the nearest tree. “What should we do with her?” His grip isn’t rough. It’s certain. Like he knows exactly where I belong.
Shadows step out from the forest and into our little part of the woods. My alphas have become something out of my deepest, masked imagination. That little side part of me that people in my everyday life never see. They don’t rush me. They let me feel it. Let the waiting stretch.
I push Gage away, and he moves willingly. His scent has gone a little off, like he’s confused or worried he pushed things too far. That hesitation makes my chest ache in the best way.
I’m here to assure them that they haven’t gone nearly far enough. I want them to know I chose this. I want them to see it.
I step out into the middle of the wide circle that the alphas have made around me. Looking around, I steel myself. I’m not nervous, but I am practically vibrating with need. My heart pounds in my chest, and my hands shake a little as they come up to my blouse.
I carefully peel away the top, then move to my jeans. The drag of the zipper is filthy in the quiet woods. Low alpha growls ring the circle, and though I can’t see their faces, I can feel every pair of eyes boring into me. They don’t touch. They don’t help. They make me do it.
I shimmy out of the pants, taking my soaked undies with them, and my shoes along with those.
Lastly, I unclasp my bra and let my breasts spill out into the cool spring night air, immediately pebbling to hard nipples.
The night kisses me everywhere they haven’t yet.
I arch without thinking, offering myself to their attention.
“You caught me. Now what are you going to do with me?” I say in challenge, sounding far more confident than I feel at this point.
Corbin, as the dominant alpha, moves first. He snaps forward with a speed that takes my breath away and takes my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks together enough to force me to pucker. His thumb brushes my lip, not accidental.
“On your knees, Sweetheart.” Soft. Certain. Like he already knows I’ll obey. Like he knows I want to.
I stop thinking and sink to my knees. The twigs and dirt are hard on my bare skin. Something in my expression must show it because Corbin shucks off his jacket and bends down to slide it under me. Pressing his helmeted forehead to mine on the way back up. Care first. Always.
The clink of his belt and slow drag of his zipper isn’t the only one I hear. The others are moving in, pulling down zippers, shoving down pants, thick cocks already in their fists. Corbin steps in closer, bringing the flushed head of his cock right to my lips. It pulses. So does my core.
“Open,” his deep voice rumbles. Like it’s an invitation, not a command.
I do, eagerly.
My mouth goes wide and pliant. The first slide of his shaft over my extended tongue is warm and thick with his precum. The warmth in my center blooms, pulsing down to my clit and back. I ache, feeling the slick dripping down my thighs. They can see how ready I am. I don’t hide it.
He pushes in slow at first, careful, but I don’t want slow.
I grip his hips and push forward, taking more than half of him at once.
I swallow him deep, showing him what I want.
That I can take it. That I need it. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I breathe through my nose, drunk on the thick scent of alpha arousal.
Corbin groans, deep and raw, and it punches straight through my spine.
He finally gets the picture and threads his fingers into my hair, fisting it just enough to sting deliciously. Not to control me. To anchor me.
He starts to move. Deeper. Harder. Dragging my mouth over his cock until I’m swallowing him whole, nose buried against his skin. He pulls out with a wet, satisfied pop. Then he shifts me—hands on my jaw, on my shoulders—passing me to the next waiting alpha.
I’m shared.
They circle around me. Cocks out. Hands working.
Hungry eyes locked on every slick slide of my lips.
Smoked cedar and black coffee hit my senses as Rafe steps forward.
He doesn’t speak. I don’t give him the chance.
I lick the underside of his cock slow, then wrap my lips around the head and look up at him.
He groans and lets his head fall back. Rafe is very Rafe.
Praise hums in the way he exhales. He thrusts smooth and low.
Every movement hits into my throat, forcing me to swallow him over and over again.
Not rough. Confident. Like he trusts my body.
My hand slides over my breasts, squeezing, teasing, drifting lower until I reach the soaked heat between my thighs. I’m dripping. Fingers barely find friction, but I rub anyway, working over my clit while my throat works over Rafe.
“She’s touching herself,” Eli’s muffled voice comes through the helmet.
“She’s so sexy when she’s needy,” Zeke says.
Rafe pulls back, and Gage is already there, cock thick and twitching in his hand. He shoves himself into my mouth like he can’t help it.
“Fuck, Princess,” he moans. Then Zeke takes his turn.
When Elias gets me, he hooks a thumb in my cheek to open me wider. My senses snap back to myself momentarily, thinking of all the sounds I’d been making under the others.
“It’s all right, Softness. I have the helmet noise canceling on,” he assures me. I trust him. I do. But something in me quiets. When his cock slides in, I make no sound. I take him in silence. My body goes hot. More sensitive. More raw. Holding back the noise makes everything feel sharper.
I know I’ve done well when Elias pops me off his cock and removes his thumb, trailing a soft line along my cheek as calm confirmation.
By now my clit is throbbing, my core is a weeping, slick-covered mess, and my thighs aren’t much better.