Chapter 11 – REGINA #3
"Carefully," Micah responds, gazing up at me in wonder, like he can't believe we're doing this. "We'd fuck you first, like this. Get you nice and relaxed."
"There are toys," Sean adds, beginning to thrust inside me a bit harder, now that my body has softened around his girth. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me against his thick, warm torso, palming and kneading my breasts. "It would feel like a regular toy at first. But the knots inflate."
I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as I imagine it. These alphas surrounding me just as they are now, teasing and toying my body into a more pliable state. Preparing to take their knots. To unlock that one layer of connection that will be left between us after tonight.
Micah pulls me closer, his tongue diving into my mouth. The change in angle pushes me over the edge, and I come with a scream he swallows down eagerly, my body thrashing between them as I ride out the waves.
Micah follows immediately, burying his face in my throat with a growl that vibrates through me as he comes. His come fills me so completely that I can't imagine what it's going to feel like when Sean follows.
Until he does a moment later, and I realize the answer is good.
Really fucking good.
Both bonds seal together simultaneously, and I swear I black out for a second just from the force of the orgasm.
I cry out in ecstasy as the fullness makes me come again, sooner than I even thought possible.
I realize I'm babbling as I finally collapse against Micah, Sean collapsing against my back with a satisfied growl.
He crushes me between them for the split second it takes him to brace himself on his forearms.
"You trying to summon demons, baby girl?" he asks in a throaty voice that has me dripping around Micah's cock, and not just from all the come I'm stuffed with.
"Hopefully not," I groan. "I've got more than enough to handle with four shifters."
"And we don't share," Micah growls playfully against my ear. "Not outside the pack."
I give a breathless laugh, my limbs completely useless. I'm still trapped between them, aching deliciously in places deeper than I've ever felt before.
For a few long moments, we remain locked together, catching our breath, our bodies still joined intimately. Sean withdraws first, collapsing beside us with a dramatic groan.
"I think I just saw into another dimension," he announces to the ceiling. "You sure you're not a portal, little witch?"
I laugh, the movement making me gasp as it shifts Micah's cock inside me. "You're ridiculous."
"And you love it," Sean grins, leaning over to kiss me with surprising tenderness.
"I kind of do," I admit, the words feeling significant despite the casual context.
Micah's arms wrap around me, holding me close as if he's not ready to part yet. "I don't even have words for what that was."
"Coming from you, brainiac, that's saying something," Sean teases, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers.
Killian, who's clearly decided he's waited long enough, is already stalking toward us with the possessive intensity of a man who's been waiting his turn for a thousand fucking years.
And I guess to an alpha shifter waiting to claim his mate, it's the same difference. Through our bond, I can feel his beast straining at the leash of his control. My nerves prickle instinctively even though he's nothing like the kind of beast that savaged my face.
"Out of the way, pup," he says to Micah, his voice a low growl that makes me shiver. "She's mine now."
Micah presses a gentle kiss to my lips before carefully pulling out and moving aside.
Killian descends on me, his eyes never leaving mine.
He's already naked, his massive cock jutting proudly.
Even after taking Rowan and Micah at the same time, the sight of Killian is intimidating.
The knot at the base of his cock is already slightly swollen.
"You've been so good, little witch," he murmurs, positioning himself between my thighs. "Taking each of them so beautifully. But now it's time for your alpha."
His words should sound ridiculous, pompous even, considering I know he means the pack alpha. But the raw need in his voice—need for me—makes them anything but. This is Killian with his beastly instincts at the surface, demanding to claim what's his.
And I'm painfully fucking ready for it.
Through our bond, I know he feels my body's eager response to his presence despite having already taken his packmates. His scent surrounds me, earth and bourbon, dark and rich as he lowers his face to my neck and inhales deeply at the spot where their marks form a pattern.
"Mine," he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin. "Ours."
"Yours," I agree, the word feeling right in my mouth. "All of yours."
He stares at me for a moment, his lips slightly parted, before capturing my mouth in a possessive kiss. His tongue claims mine with the same authority he brings to everything as his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider to accommodate his broad shoulders as he moves down my body.
"Need to taste you," he rumbles, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Need to know what my pack has been enjoying."
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his tongue diving into my core. I'm still wet from Micah and the sensation is almost too much after multiple orgasms, but my body responds eagerly to his touch, squirming and arching into his mouth as he growls his approval.
"Perfect," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "You taste like ours, little witch."
His tongue is relentless. When he finally raises his head, his mouth is glistening with evidence of my arousal, his eyes practically glowing. My heart stutters instinctively, but the feral hunger there somehow turns me on just as much as it makes my heart pound.
"Need to be inside you," he growls, moving up my body. "Need to claim what's mine."
"Fuck, Killian," I breathe, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. I slip my arms around his neck, my hands skating down over the powerful muscles bunching and flexing beneath his skin.
He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against me. I squirm beneath him, spreading my legs wider. I may not be a shifter or omega that goes into heat, but fuck, the intensity of this need is insane.
With one powerful thrust, he fills me completely, stretching me even beyond what the others did. I cry out, clutching at his shoulders, raking my nails against his skin.
"Take it," he encourages, his voice rough with need. "Take all of me, beautiful."
He begins to move with a power and intensity that takes my breath away, each thrust driving deeper than the last. There's nothing gentle about Killian's claiming. He's wild, untamed, all alpha. I see why he was willing to wait for the others to prepare me first.
Killian's mouth finds the marks on my neck, his teeth grazing over them as he drives into me with relentless force.
"Perfect mate," he growls against my skin, his voice even grittier. Deeper. "Let me feel that tight pussy clench down. Show me how much you love being fucked by your alpha."
"Oh, Killian, fuck," I gasp, my nails digging into his back. I scent blood in the air, even though I shouldn't be able to at all, as if that aspect of his more sensitive senses has been transferred to me temporarily through our bond.
Maybe emotions aren't the only thing we're able to share. The pain only makes him thrust harder.
"Good girl," he growls. "Dig those claws in deep. Show me how much you want it."
His dirty talk is almost as intense as his touch, and it has me just as close to the brink. A second ago, I thought I wouldn't be able to come again.
Wrong about that, too. And wrong about my beliefs that a coven bond was the ultimate source for a siphon, too.
If other witches had any idea how much power there was to be had from a bonded pack of alphas…
Well. My athame would go from being a ritual tool to a murder weapon if any other witch so much as sniffed around these men. I let out a soft growl of my own at the thought.
Guess my heightened sense of smell isn't the only thing transferring through the bonds.
I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, and he groans in approval. "That's it," he encourages, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit with his thumb. "Take all of me."
I can feel his knot beginning to swell, pressing against my entrance with each powerful thrust. It's even larger than any of the others, intimidating in its size, but I need it.
I need it now.
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm asking for.
But Killian knows. The wild light in his eyes flickers for a moment with uncertainty. "Baby, you can't take that. Not yet."
"Try," I pant, desperate as I buck my hips into him.
He throws his head back and his eyes roll up into his head dramatically. "How am I supposed to say no to that?" he groans.
"You're not," I tell him, nipping at his earlobe, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, nails raking up his back again. "Just try."
"Fuck, Regina," he breathes, looking down at me as if to make sure I haven't lost my mind. Maybe I have, but I know what I want. What I need.
He finally relents, and on the next thrust, I feel his swollen knot press against me. Despite my willingness, I gasp and clench down on him in preparation for the intrusion.
"You're gonna have to relax," he warns, pinning my hips to the bed. "Don't want to hurt you."
It's hard to imagine a world where that thing ending up inside my pussy isn't painful, but fuck, it doesn't stop me from wanting to try. Far from it. If toys exist, and I have seen shit like that in stores, it has to be possible.
I manage to focus enough to at least will my muscles to unclench, and take a few deep breaths. The next time Killian pushes in, I actually feel myself stretching a little, but the burn overtakes my desperation and I tap out with a gasp.
"Wait!"
Killian freezes, his powerful body going rigid on top of me. He looks down at me, eyes dark with lust, but there's unmistakable control in his posture.
He knew this would happen. But he doesn't taunt me about it.
"Gonna take lots of training, beautiful," he tells me, his voice gentling as he presses a kiss to my lips. "But we'll make it worth the wait."
Another shiver runs down my spine, and he rubs my clit again in consolation. I moan against his lips, kissing him harder as he pulls back just enough so that his knot isn't straining against my stretched pussy.
I finally relax, determined to enjoy this moment for what it is. There's plenty of time for us to get to that later.
Killian's thrusts gradually grow aggressive again, but unlike me trying to take a knot I'm not ready for, it's pure pleasure.
The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but there's a rightness to it that overrides any discomfort of accommodating this massive alpha.
Killian watches my face carefully, his control returning just enough to ensure he doesn't hurt me.
"Mine," Killian growls, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You're fucking mine, little witch. Don't you forget it."
Those words push me over the edge again. They're my undoing. I come with a scream that tears out of my throat like knives, and my entire body shivers and clenches down on him where he's already stretching me beyond what I thought was possible for my very human body.
My pussy and I are going to have to have a word after this, because this is not a side of her I've ever seen before.
Can you die from coming and being stuffed full of alpha come and magic? Because that feels like a distinct fucking possibility right now.
"That's it," Killian purrs. "Let me feel that tight pussy wrapped around me."
My body obeys as if the words themselves are a trigger, clenching around him in waves that seem to go on forever. Killian follows immediately, his release accompanied by a growl that's more monster than man, but I can't be afraid of him. Not when I feel his devotion in the bond flaring between us.
Killian collapses on top of me, careful not to crush me beneath all that muscle, and there's unexpected tenderness in the way he nuzzles his recently completed mark.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. "You're ours now. All ours."
As we lay tangled together, catching our breath, I become aware of the others joining us in the nest. Sean curls up on one side of me, Micah on the other, Rowan settling near my head. Their presence feels… right. Very right.
A pack, finally complete.
Killian carefully withdraws from my body, but stays close, pulling me on top of him with my back resting against his muscular chest. One of his arms drapes over my waist, his hand splayed possessively across my stomach.
"The bond is complete now," he murmurs against my hair. "Can you feel it?"
I close my eyes, focusing inward. The connection between us has changed, solidified. Where before it was like tendrils of energy reaching out, now it's a solid web linking us together.
"Yes," I whisper, marveling at the sensation. "It's... beautiful."
And it is. The bond is alive, pulsing with the combined energy of all five of us. Through it, I can sense each of them.
And at the center of it all like a sun with planets orbiting around it, there's me.
"How do you feel?" Micah asks, his fingers tracing reverently over my arm.
"Whole," I answer honestly.
It's true. All my life, I've been searching for belonging. First with my family, then with Kyle's coven, with the magical community at large. Always the outsider, always the one who didn't quite fit.
The siphon.
The scarred witch.
The tool to be used rather than a person to be valued.
But here, surrounded by four wolves who've seen the real me and don't want me any less, I've found something I never expected.
Belonging. A home, even. Not just a place to rest my head, but for my heart.
The irony isn't lost on me that I would find belonging with a pack of wolves of all things, the very creatures I've feared since the attack that scarred me.
"You're thinking too much, smart girl," Sean mumbles, his face pressed against my shoulder. "I can practically hear the gears turning."
I laugh softly. "Just processing."
"Process later," Killian rumbles against my back, still in full-on feral mode. "Rest now."
He's right. My body is pleasantly exhausted, muscles aching in ways that remind me of what we've just shared. What we'll be sharing forever, if I'm lucky.
I let my eyes close, surrounded by the warmth and scent of my pack. And as I drift off, I dream of running with them through the forest, uninhibited and free.
But there's something else with us.
Something I can't see or sense other than the heavy feeling of another presence lurking in the shadows, ancient and looming.