Chapter 62
Chapter Sixty-Two
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Mal
Everything’s hazy, like reality’s coated in some thick, viscous goo I can’t penetrate with my mind.
Deep in my brain, logic-Mal thinks, Oh, so this is what a mating heat feels like!
But logic-Mal is quickly drowned out by Mal’s cock and balls, which apparently are now in charge in a way I never dreamed possible. Nothing Todd and I have done before this even comes close, and he’d already blown my mind with the most powerful sensations ever!
Shawn tries to get me to say things, pink something, cones, I don’t know. All I know is that by the time Todd arrives, I feel like I’m about to turn myself inside out if he doesn’t give me some relief.
Except he…doesn’t.
He helps Shawn torment me, and while I’m trying to beg, I sense nothing is coming out as intelligible words.
Then Jax arrives.
That’s when logic-Mal peeks out from a dark hiding space, takes one look at the sitch, nopes right the fuck out, and dives back into a dark storm cellar to ride it out.
One overwhelming thought pulses through me like one of those annoying cellphone power plant alarm tones—I don’t want anyone’s dick in me but Todd’s.
Period.
I need him to claim me—like I need oxygen or water or food.
Hell, I’m willing to forego the last two if Todd will just fuck me.
When Shawn starts telling Jax he’s going to fuck me first, and Jax comes un-fucking-glued?
Well, in my brain, struggling to get free and running while praying Todd can catch me first is the only thing that matters.
I… It’s instinctive. It’s something in my soul, akin to a life force permeating every cell in my body.
The next thing I know, I’m loose, with no idea how I got that way. I want to run, but Shawn’s dragging me by my hair as I scrabble for footing. Despite me trying to pull away, he yanks me closer to Jax, whose rage absofuckinglutely terrifies me.
There are now four other men in the room. I’m not sure who they are or when they showed up, but Shawn drags me past them and outside, and I have to follow.
I glance back and see Todd emerge from the building, which gives me a little comfort, except Shawn’s still got hold of me. Now that we’re outside, everything feels too bright, too intense, scents assaulting me and sounds peening through my skull—it’s just…
Everything.
Too much.
If I don’t run, escape, I’m more afraid I might lose my mind, much less get fucked by the wrong cock.
Shawn roughly shoves me to the ground, pinning me there with a cruelly strong hand gripping the back of my neck. “Pink paint. Cones. Shift, pup.”
I do, but I can’t look back to see Todd because of the way Shawn’s scruffing me.
Behind us, I hear Todd bugling and pawing the ground, the earth vibrating under my feet.
So when Shawn releases me and slaps my ass, hard, I don’t hesitate.
I run.
I see markers, things—nothing’s computing except the need to RUN, to run until Todd catches me, to run until he’s fucking me, to run so no one else catches me because if anyone catches me besides Todd…
I’m terrified of what will happen. My father will kill me. People will kill me.
Todd is the only safety I have. I know Jax is somewhere behind us because I hear his howls. I run, try to flee to whatever safety I might find, but Shawn keeps slamming into me, biting at me, so I run to escape him, too.
I run.
I run.
Desperation fills me, because my body wants to get fucked—needs it—but ripping my consciousness apart is that desperation for it to only be Todd.
No one else.
And if I don’t run, it can’t be Todd.
I hear his hooves behind us, thundering, the sound of his snorts and his bugles, and I pray he can overtake Shawn, get him off me, get him away from me.
We have to get away from Jax.
The trail opens into a clearing. I don’t even make it halfway across when the breath is driven out of me by Shawn body-slamming me again and sending me rolling. Before I can untangle myself from my feet, I’m slammed and rolled again, but not by Shawn this time—
It’s Todd.
I don’t have time to react because he shifts back, drops all his weight onto me, and grabs me by the throat. “Shift, pup,” he bellows. It’s like I have no control of my body, because I do, now human again.
He wears a look of triumph as he grabs me by the legs, tosses them over his shoulders, and sinks his cock into me in one hard thrust that has both of us moaning as he bottoms out and I immediately explode.
I have exactly zero time to enjoy that orgasm, because he grabs me under the shoulders and throws his head back, bugling again as he starts to fuck me even harder than that very first time.
And like that, the world is righted, bliss filling me.
I’m safe.
I hold on to him and try to ignore the terrifying sounds of Jax’s howls growing closer.
Shawn
That was a fail on my part, that I didn’t bring Mal out to walk the course early this morning and make sure he understood what would happen.
I was too worried about him overthinking and the herbal mix not working on him.
Thankfully, as the clearing comes into sight, I catch up, body-check him hard, and roll him.
I’m tensing to jump on him again and pin him by the throat if necessary to hold him when Todd bursts into the clearing, his cock hard and hanging out of his sheath.
I have just enough remaining brain cells to regret exactly how fucking gorgeously gigantic he’s hung when shifted before he rolls Mal and takes over.
While trying to catch my breath I turn, bracing myself for Jax’s impending arrival.
As I stop fighting the effects of the concoction, I pace back and forth where the trail ends to make sure I’m the first thing he sees when he arrives and, sure enough, I spot him moments later.
I tense, ready to spring, when he bursts into the clearing at a full run.
Growling to ensure his attention swings onto me, I launch myself at him. We tumble halfway across the clearing away from Todd and Mal, and he pins me on my back with my throat in his teeth. I whimper, trying to roll to my feet, because Mal and Todd aren’t the only ones sporting wood now.
Jax releases me long enough I can flip back onto all fours before his cock slams into me.
I throw my head back and howl as pleasure spikes through me, my own cock already exploding.
Jax’s nails from his front legs dig into my hips for purchase while his knot swells.
His teeth clamp down on my scruff, and he’s slamming into me so hard that it’s driving me across the clearing until I lose my footing and my front legs go out from under me.
He doesn’t care, snarling and fucking, even as his knot quickly expands and holds him trapped inside me.
His cock fills me, owning me, and my eyes roll back in my head. It’s always been good between us, but this?
This is better than anything ever before.
Ever.
I don’t know how long we stay locked together, his front legs still wrapped around me and his hips pistoning as much as he can with his knot forcing him to remain in place, but every thrust, every movement milks additional pleasure from me and leaves me helpless to so much as move on my own.
There’s a point where his thrusts slow, his bite on my scruff eases, and I glance over to see Todd still rutting Mal. Mal’s legs are slung over Todd’s shoulders, and they’re a good twenty feet from where they last were when Todd caught him.
Shudders of pleasure wash through me, robbing me of strength, of will, and this feels like nothing else before, not even previous mating heats.
Jax finally slows, stops, panting now, his breath hot on the back of my head, occasionally giving a hard tug with his cock that makes me whimper every time because it makes me come again. At this rate, I’ll probably be squirting dust.
Definitely didn’t hydrate nearly enough.
Then one of his tugs pulls him free, making me cry out in pleasure and disappointment that he’s gone.
Panting, I flop onto my side and watch him fly across the clearing, snarling, shifting back in mid-stride before he plants a hand in the middle of Todd’s back, shoves him forward hard, and buries his erection inside him.
Okay. There’s no visible blood or entrails. Yay. Success.
I close my eyes and drop my head back to the ground to catch my breath.
Todd
Shawn was right. This is a full mating rut.
That’s the last coherent thought I have before I hit the clearing and aim for Mal.
There’s nothing on my mind right now but fucking my mate.
Nothing at all. Nothing but staring into his grey eyes and watching them widen as I come several times in quick succession without going soft or even slowing down.
That’s one thing I do enjoy about a deep mating rut. I’ll be exhausted for days later, but…
Yeah. Worth it.
Then it feels like a truck slams into me from behind. I realize it’s Jax, but I won’t be deterred. I widen my knees a little to give me better balance, but I barely slow my thrusts. I couldn’t care less if he wants a piece of me now, but there’s no way in hell I’m changing a damned thing I’m doing.
Not until I’m ready to stop fucking my mate.
Every time I come, Mal lets out another cry, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.
My lips crash over his as I continue rutting him.
I’m not stopping until I can’t get it up anymore.
I rarely get to do this. Jax has turned me loose a few times with Shawn during his mating heats but I never dropped into a deep mating rut with him.
My mate’s never going to forget his first heat as I own every fucking inch of his body.
Everything’s messy between us. I’m amazed how good he feels, how slick he is, deliciously hot and tight around my shaft, how his body keeps milking my cock, and still he keeps trying to fuck me back despite how tightly I’m holding him.
Jax snarls, shoving me forward even harder, and I brace myself on my elbows so I don’t collapse on top of Mal. Jax’s fingernails dig into my shoulders, and that only adds to my pleasure, making me bugle again as I come with Mal’s moans echoing mine as he comes with me.
Damn. This is…
Well, other than the first part, which I didn’t enjoy, this has to be the best thing I’ve ever felt, and fucking Mal for the first time had jumped to the top of that list just to be leap-frogged by this.
And Jax is still fucking me, although I suspect I won’t be getting his knot since he just did that with Shawn. While I know from intimate experience Jax can get it up several times in quick succession when he’s in the mood, he can’t knot a second time without at least a little recovery time.
That, and he’s in human form, and he can’t knot like that.
I don’t know how long it is, but I’ve come twice more when Jax lets out another howl and starts coming. His fingernails gain fresh purchase in my shoulders and that takes me over the edge one more time, bringing Mal with me.
Except this time, exhaustion sets in, and the desperate need to keep fucking Mal finally subsides. I’m still hard, but there’s nothing left in my tank. I fall still on top of Mal, kissing him, praying this worked because I cannot lose him.
Mal
Finally, everything goes quiet. I feel like I’ve been run through a blender.
In a good way.
I mean, yeeeaaah.
Todd cages my body in with his, his weight on his arms, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, his lips tenderly exploring mine, our breathing in sync. I hear Jax fall back onto the grass behind us in exhaustion as he heavily sploots on the ground.
“Everyone okay?” Jax asks, sounding like he’s definitely not okay.
“Peachy,” Shawn says from where he ended up.
I don’t know when he shifted back. I turn my head and see he’s sitting up, wincing a little but not looking any worse for wear.
He cracks his neck and looks up as Davis clears his throat from behind the safety of a very sturdy oak tree on the far side of the clearing from where we entered it.
“Everything good?” Davis peeks from behind his hiding spot, a tranquilizer gun in his hands and not pointing it at any of us, but held at the ready.
I wonder if he’d have shot me with it if I’d managed to make it through and to the other side of the clearing and past the border marked by the safety cones.
Maybe I don’t want to know that.
“I think so,” Shawn says, cracking his neck again. “Whew. That was intense.”
Todd lifts his head and barks a laugh as he looks over his shoulder at Shawn. “Congratulations, Daddy,” he says. “And congrats, Jax. Or should I say Pops?”
“What?” I ask.
I hear Jax roll over and watch as he crawls into my view and over to Shawn, sitting next to him, and tenderly running his hands through Shawn’s hair, over his body, checking him.
“Are you okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
This man is the polar opposite of the man who was coming un-fucking-glued not that long ago.
Shawn snorts and leans in to kiss him. “I’m fine.” He rests his forehead against Jax’s, his eyes dropping closed, his hand cupping Jax’s cheek, Jax’s hand closing over it and holding Shawn’s. “And so our next big adventure begins, Pops,” Shawn says.
“He’s pregnant?” I ask. “How can you tell?” Todd gasps.
I look up into his face to find him staring down at me, wide-eyed and wearing an expression I can only describe as horror. “Um, what’s wrong?”
“Jaaaax…” Todd calls out, not breaking eye contact with me.
“I asked what’s wrong,” I repeat.
“Jax!” he bugles, making me wince.
I place a hand on his chest. “Easy, dude! I’m right here!”
“Oh, shit!” Shawn says as they both turn toward us.
“You guys are kind of scaring me now,” I say.
“Fuck,” Todd whispers.
I manage to untangle myself from Todd and sit up. “Okay, seriously, guys? Please tell me what’s wrong.”
They all stare at me for a long moment. “You’re not in a mating heat anymore,” Shawn finally says.
“So? Neither are you!”
“Waaaait for it,” Jax mutters.
My eyes widen as I finally climb aboard their train of thought. “Holy shit!” I look at Todd.
He cups my cheek with his hand and leans in, kissing me again. “Holy shit,” he whispers.