Chapter 5
Marisol
Ihunch over my stomach as goose bumps of pain race up my arms and down my spine.
The pack of ridiculously hot shifters across from me springs into action, throwing themselves from their seats and racing toward my side of the table.
Their hands hover around me, seemingly waiting for my consent or face the wrath of the very protective elf who must’ve been very clear about Nesting Grounds’ rules.
“Touch me,” I manage to push out between clenched teeth, wanting to retreat into a dark corner just as much as I want to impale myself on shifter cock. “Please.”
Killian scoops me into his arms and positions me sideways in his lap as Silas presses against my back, a low purr reverberating from his chest as he places a soothing hand on my stomach.
On the floor in front of us, Bash kneels, running a comforting hand up and down my legs as the guys exchange some kind of silent communication.
I’ve never been thrust into the center of a shifter sandwich before, and with their hands all over me now, this is certainly something I can get used to. But if one of them doesn’t soon follow through on all the teasing they’ve been doing, then I might as well head home and handle things by myself.
Lauren appears in front of us, concern etched across their brow.
“I’m going to be stating the obvious, but for everyone’s sake, I think it’s best to be clear on this before anything progresses beyond this point.
Marisol, it looks like you’ve gone into heat earlier than expected.
Would you like Pack Morgan to assist you through it? ”
“Yes. Please,” I pant through a grimace of pain. I squirm, suddenly feeling hornier and needier than I ever have in my life. My clothes feel itchy and I’m hot. Too hot. I need to get naked and knotted. Stat.
Lauren gives us a solemn nod. “I’ll book you into the Autumn Nest right now and let your emergency contact know. Silas, please make the necessary arrangements for all of Pack Morgan’s leaves of absence.”
A moan slips free at the thought of Silas leaving me and his purr increases in intensity as he weaves our fingers together.
Brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, Silas speaks in a low voice that sends goose bumps skittering across my skin.
“I’m just going to make three phone calls, then I’m all yours, Marisol.
Let Killian and Bash take care of you, a chuisle mo chroí.
I’ll join you soon. I promise.” Silas presses his lips to my temple in a lingering kiss then lifts my hand and drapes it on Killian’s shoulder before he heads off.
Bash is quick to take up Silas’s position behind me, and his hands find their way under the hem of my sweater, gliding softly up and down my ribs in wordless promises of the pleasure they’ll bring me as soon as we’re alone.
Another cramp radiates through me and I push myself into Killian’s chest. My wolf envelops me in his strong arms as I bury my face in his neck, taking a deep whiff of his enticing scent.
Brushing my hair behind my ear, Killian presses his forehead to mine and rumbles in that deliciously gravelly voice, “Just hold on to me, sweet siren. We’re going to take such good care of you. Can’t wait to hear how beautiful you sing for us when you’re coming on our cocks.”
A thrill shoots down my spine and gathers in my pussy, making me slick and ready for them.
“Please. Please,” I beg pitifully, squinting toward the elevator at the end of the hall, imagining my cozy nest waiting for us upstairs.
Even with the coffee shop’s ambient lighting on such a low setting, everything around me feels too bright, too loud, too everything.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to fight the whine climbing up my throat.
But like Bash can sense what’s happening, he grabs a soft blanket and brings it over our heads, shielding us three from anyone outside our little bubble.
Tone serious, Bash whispers, “Kill, we need to move her to the nest. Now.”
I stop listening to them as they murmur something about logistics, my mind conjuring up images of us in all kinds of positions that have me squeezing my legs together before I start dripping slick on the floor.
Lauren’s voice comes from somewhere above the blanket, giving a floor number and directions to the nest, then, I’m lifted.
Killian pops his head above the blanket and marches us across Nesting Grounds’ first floor, heading toward the bank of elevators.
From the far side of the room, I can hear the warm cadence of Silas’s voice, a sharp note of urgency to his words as he speaks on the phone.
I want to reach out my hand and tell him to come with us, but forming full sentences is too hard.
Inside the elevator, the whirring mechanical hum of the motor buffers our heavy breathing as we go up. I claw blindly at Killian and Bash, shifting my hips, my pussy feeling empty, bereft, of a cock.
“Please,” I whine again, no longer caring how desperate I sound. My self-reliant side is officially on vacation and will only reappear when I’ve been fucked and knotted to oblivion.
“Almost there, goddess,” Bash whispers against my neck, his nose trailing up my throat before he nips lightly at the delicate skin.
Slick pools in my underwear and I fear I might beg them to fuck me right here in the elevator. Dignity be damned. Luckily, a gentle ding marks our arrival and Killian marches us down a quiet corridor.
Has it really only been less than a day since I’ve been shown my nest and met my pack? Is this moving a tad too fast? And since when do I think of them as “my” pack? Maybe now isn’t the time to think logically. Things will look clearer after a couple of orgasms.
The walk to our nest feels long, too long, and I muster every single ounce of patience I have, knowing that once we’re inside, I’ll get what I want—no, what I need—and I won’t have to be concerned about anything but fucking for a whole week.
The electronic beep of a key card to a door signals our arrival, and then I’m carried across a threshold, every single thread to reality left outside as the door clicks shut.
Bash removes the blanket from over our heads and my shoulders relax as I look around the Autumn Nest. Layers of soft textured blankets in beige, tan, saffron, and ochre cover the big bed in the center of the room, ready to be dived into and cuddled with.
Burnt orange, copper, and olive pillows in a variety of shapes and sizes lay stacked and scattered throughout the nest, and I can already see myself being bent over one, my hips elevated on another.
Above us, the ceiling is draped with a flowy champagne fabric and delicate string lights provide a romantic atmosphere. It’s warm and homey, peaceful and… intimate.
My heart kicks into a higher gear and I meet Bash’s hazel eyes. I’ve never been looked at with such unfiltered hunger and admiration. A wave of butterflies swims through my stomach, then Bash is threading his fingers into my hair and drawing my mouth to his.
Our lips barely have time to brush against each other before our tongues are delving forward. A grunt of satisfaction escapes from the back of Bash’s throat as we devour each other, our tongues exploring, stroking, sucking, licking.
Killian sets me down gently, his large hands engulfing my waist as my fox kisses me worshipfully. My hands run under Bash’s shirt, my fingers traveling over rippling muscles I want to sink my teeth into, and I tug at his clothes, needing him naked and inside me.
Breathing hard, Bash smiles against my mouth. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”
“Why?” I ask, undoing his belt with impatient fingers.
“Because I fear there’s very little I wouldn’t do for you.” My brain is still trying to process what Bash means as he turns me around to face Killian.
My wolf grins fiendishly down at me before he drags one hand up the center of my torso and rests it at the base of my throat. His dark eyes crinkle approvingly and I sink into him as he claims me with his mouth.
Where Bash’s kiss was playful, almost reverent, Killian’s kiss is dominating, demanding my complete surrender.
I go limp between my wolf and my fox as they hold me up and lavish me with attention.
Behind me, Bash slips his hands under my sweater and cups my breasts while I press my ass into his hard length.
Slick flows from my pussy, drenching my underwear and running down the inside of my thighs as I get a taste of what’s to come. Hands roam and caress, my body becoming supple under their skillful touches. But I need more.
“What a pretty sight you three are,” Silas purrs, sliding the lock into place with an audible click. I don’t know when he entered, but every fiber in my body screams with relief that our pack is all together now.
Tension thickens as my panther stalks forward and comes to a stop right in front of us.
Silas places a knuckle under my chin and turns my face to meet his green gaze.
“Everything on the outside is taken care of now. The only thing you have to worry about from this moment on is getting as many orgasms as you need, a chuisle mo chroí.”
My brain blanks and I simply nod, completely spellbound by the intensity in his eyes. Silas cups my face between his palms, concern pulling on his brows. “Tell me, Marisol, have the boys been taking good care of you?”
My eyes flick between his, unsure how to answer. They’ve been good to me, so good, but I still haven’t come yet.
One side of Silas’s mouth curls up as he stares at us with a calculating gaze. “How about the boys give you a quick orgasm to take the edge off? Then I’m going to take my time and fuck you, get that tight pussy ready for a knot. Does that sound agreeable, Marisol?”
I nod again and start pulling at my clothes, needing to make all of that happen right now. Thankfully they sense I’m beyond speech at this point, and Bash sinks to his knees on the cushioned carpet and starts undoing my pants from behind.
Killian looks down at me with barely contained desire that sets my skin on fire, his chest heaving and his hair mussed. “Arms up, sweet siren.”
Obediently, my arms go up and my sweater gets stripped off, tossed somewhere I don’t care to look, my bra following quickly after.
My pants and underwear get peeled off and discarded too, then Bash’s hands are stroking reverently upward, from my ankles all the way up the outside of my thighs as Killian’s large hands splay over my breasts.
Unwilling to wait a moment longer, I turn in Killian’s arms and sling a leg over Bash’s shoulder, meeting Silas’s burning gaze as Killian presses against my back.
“Taste her, Bash,” Silas instructs huskily, slipping a hand into his waistband and cupping himself.
The way Bash is looking up at me has something squishy forming in my chest, but now is not the time to assess that.
“Please,” I mouth down at him.
“As you wish.” Bash drags the flat of his tongue along my slit and hums in a deep, growly voice that just makes me wetter. He parts me with his fingers and repeats the move hungrily, licking me from back to front before swirling his tongue around my swollen clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp shakily, weaving my fingers into Bash’s wavy hair, my whole body burning at the delicious sensation.
My other hand shoots backward and I anchor myself to Killian, arching into his hands as he plays with my breasts, tweaking my nipples while he nips lightly along my shoulders and sucks tiny bruises up my neck.
My moan pitches higher as Bash pushes two fingers into me and quirks them forward while he slurps noisily. My orgasm builds quickly, Killian and Bash so in sync with their teamwork that they have my body vibrating in less than a minute.
Silas’s smile is evident in his voice as he commands, “That’s it, Marisol. Let go. Come for us.”
His words spark something deep within me, and an imaginary wall is torn down. A thrill of ecstasy shoots out from my core and pulses through my veins, bubbling along my skin as my release rolls through me.
When I open my eyes again, my head feels a little clearer and the horrible pain in my stomach is gone.
Silas’s smile is soft as he studies me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“A goddess, for real,” Bash agrees, slowly pulling his fingers from my pussy and licking them clean.
Killian places another kiss on my shoulder then tilts Silas’s face up toward him. “Show her why cat cocks are the best.”
“I plan on it.” A feline grin pulls at Silas’s mouth as he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. “I’ll try to go slow,” he says with a slight teasing lilt, his fingers tightening on my ass as he carries me toward the bed.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn.