42. Emmeline
42
Emmeline
I don’t know who touches me first.
A hand on my hip. A kiss to my neck. Fingers brushing my wrist.
But I know their scents, and each one is layered with desire. Desperation. Love.
We’re ready for this moment. All of us.
“You’re beautiful,” Sterling murmurs, moving over to the windows, to close them.
“Are you sure?” Uri asks, his scent thick with lust. “I don’t want to pressure you, or have you think this is something you’ve got to do.”
“I know,” I say, nodding my head. “But I’ve never been more sure about something before. This is our pack, our family, our life.”
Paxton moves to my side, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “You’re flowing, Emme. Absolutely radiant.”
His thumb brushes away a tear I hadn't even realised had fallen. This moment is overwhelming in the best possible way.
“I want this. I want you all to claim me,” I plead. “I want us to bond fully.”
“Then let’s do it,” Oscar decides. “I don’t want to go first.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Of course not.”
“Paxton goes first,” Uri says, patting the head alpha on the back.
“You should go first—she was yours first,” Paxton offers.
Uri shakes his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. "No, Paxton. You've been her rock, her steadfast support. You deserve to go first.”
Paxton looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and hunger. "Are you ready, Emme?"
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “More than ready.”
A flicker of fear rises—what if it hurts, what if I’m wrong, what if this changes everything? But then I look at him. And I remember—this is Paxton. And I’m safe.
“Well, whilst the three of you try to avoid giving into your rut, and debate this like the most ungentleman gentlemen, I’ll get our mate ready for you.”
Sterling pulls me forward, and swiftly unzips my dress. It pools around my feet, and I kick my heels off.
He groans, full of appreciation and want. “Seriously, little storm? No bra?”
I grin. “It has built in cups.”
“Let them fight it out. I just need to touch you,” Uri groans, his desperation clear to hear. “I just want to touch you.”
Paxton leans in, his breath hot on my neck as he murmurs, "I love you, Emme. Always."
Sterling leads me over to the bed, and I get comfortable. I don’t know how this is going to go. Not really, but I’m excited.
Nervous-excited, that is.
My heart is racing as I watch Paxton undress, his eyes never leaving mine. The room is filled with a mix of scents—desire, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness from each of us. This is a big step, a commitment that bonds us forever.
He climbs onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He leans down,
his lips meeting mine in a soft, tender kiss. It's a promise, a declaration of love that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, against my chest as he deepens the kiss.
His hands roam over my body, tracing gentle patterns on my skin. Each touch is a spark, igniting a fire within me. I can feel the others watching, their desire palpable in the air. It's intoxicating, knowing that they're all here, ready to claim me as theirs.
To claim me as pack.
Without a single ounce of hesitation, Paxton moves my head to the side and leans in.
His teeth graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine before he sinks them into the crook of my neck.
A wave of pleasure and pain crashes over me, and I gasp, clutching onto him tightly. My pussy clenches, and I can’t stop myself when I turn my own head, and sink my teeth into his wrist.
The bond snaps into place and for the first time ever, I can feel Paxton.
His love. His devotion. His everything.
It’s overwhelming and perfect, in every single way.
A haze seems to take over me when I pull my teeth out. He licks the wound, his lips covered in blood, but I don’t care.
I pounce.
I fumble to undo his zipper, and pull out his hard cock. It’s leaking with precum, and I’m desperate for it.
For him.
My mouth waters at the sight of him, and I take him deep, the taste of his precum sending a shiver down my spine. Paxton groans, his hands gently resting on my shoulders, allowing me to control the pace. I can feel his pleasure, his love, through our bond, and it spurs me on.
Behind me, I hear the rustling of clothing, the sound of zippers being undone. The scent of desire in the room thickens, and my body responds, my pussy growing wetter with anticipation.
The scent of my slick is overwhelming, but it’s nothing compared to Paxton.
Sterling's hands caress my back, tracing the curve of my spine before moving lower, teasing the edge of my lace panties.
Uri moves to my side, and I don’t know whether I move from Paxton’s cock, or if Uri pulls me, but his lips find mine in a fierce kiss.
His tongue explores my mouth, tasting Paxton on my lips. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark with lust.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Emme, love,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Mark me, alpha. Please,” I beg, grinding against Sterling’s wandering hands. He chuckles behind me.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Alas, I’m not touching you right now. Oscar’s going to.”
“I am?” Oscar asks, and I hear his voice in the distance. He’s not on the bed with us.
I whimper, not understanding why.
Paxton pulls me back towards him, his cock glistening with my saliva and his own precum.
"Easy, Emme," he says, his voice gentle yet firm. "We have all night. There's no rush."
But there is a rush. A desperate need within me that demands more. More touches, more kisses, more claims. I need them all to mark me, to make me theirs forever.
“We do have all night,” I whine, trying to tug them back towards me. “But I want to be marked now . I need it, Pax. You can feel it, can’t you?”
He nods. “I can.” Looking over my head, he says. “You heard her. Mark your mate.”
Uri and Oscar exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Uri nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he turns his attention back to me.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll give you what you need."
Oscar moves onto the bed, his presence commanding yet gentle. He trails his fingers down my spine, sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin. I can feel his warmth, his love, as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder blade.
“Here?” he asks.
I shake my head, handing him my wrist.
His eyes widen. “There?”
I nod this time. “Yes. I want yours. Together?”
“Together,” he decides.
"I love you," he murmurs against my skin before sinking his teeth into the skin right next to my scent gland. I mark him at the same time, and it feels euphoric.
The pain is sharp but brief, quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure that leaves me gasping. His bond snaps into place, and I’m flooded with his emotions—love, desire, and a deep sense of belonging. The bite area is already healing, just as Uri takes his claim.
He doesn't ask where I want his mark; he knows. He kisses the spot behind my ear softly before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin there.
I let out a soft moan, my body shivering with pleasure as I bite into his thigh. It’s the only place I can reach, and tears prick at my eyes as another bond snaps into place. Uri’s emotions flood through me—his playfulness, his protectiveness, his deep, abiding love.
I pull back, licking the blood, and I accept their hands as they help me rise to a sitting position.
“You don’t get to bite me,” I say, to Sterling. “But you do get to choose where I mark you. Where do you want it?”
He grins, pointing to his neck. “Here. I want everyone to see your claim, little storm.”
I push him back, and straddle his waist. Sterling’s eyes widen in surprise as I pin him down, a playful growl escaping his lips. His hands grip my hips, steadying me as I lean in, my teeth already shifting in anticipation. I can feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.
“Are you sure about this, little storm?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “There’s no going back once you mark me.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I whisper, before striking swiftly.
My teeth sink into the spot on his neck that he offered, the spot where everyone will see my claim.
His blood fills my mouth, a tangy, electric taste that sends a jolt through my body.
I pull back, licking my lips, and watch as his eyes widen in awe. The bond snaps into place, and I'm flooded with his emotions—a mix of love, pride, and a fierce protectiveness that brings tears to my eyes.
"You're mine now," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. "All of you are. Forever."
“And you are ours,” Paxton says. “Now… do you want to really celebrate our bonding, or do you want to go home to your nest?”
“What do you think?” I murmur as I grind down, and they all lean in, close, theirs now, mine always.
This is our pack. Our family. Our life. And I’m never letting it go.