Chapter 27
twenty-seven
KITANIA
It wasn’t long until my body thrummed with deepening hunger—but this time; it was more than the hot, mindless need that had devoured me at the start of my heat. It wasn’t that frantic edge that came after, either—that primal craving to be filled, knotted, and bred.
The shift was subtle. A breath. A heartbeat. Then clarity.
The haze retreated, and in its place was a choice. My choice.
Now was the time to take them as my mates in every way possible… or walk away.
It wasn’t a decision I had to think through. It was instinct; as natural as breathing, blinking, reaching for their hands in the dark. These men had been mine from the moment they rescued me. And I’d belonged to them just as fully, just as fiercely, from that moment on.
I wanted all of them. Inside me. Around me. Claiming me. I wanted to be theirs—for good. For always.
They felt it— the shift . The importance of this moment, and together, they answered the call.
The nest dipped beneath their weight as they closed in—silent and certain, like gravity itself had tilted in my direction.
Giovanni reached me first, cupping my jaw and kissing me like I was his oxygen. No hesitation. Just need. Just love. Tommy took my hand, threading our fingers together and brushing a sweet kiss along my knuckles. Marco trailed exploring fingers down my thigh, grinning like he already knew how good this was going to feel. And Dimitri... he stayed on the fringes, eyes burning as he watched it all unfold.
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice ragged with need. “I want all of you. Together.”
Something dark and hungry flashed in Dimitri’s gaze. “You’re sure, little Omega? Once we bond, there’s no going back.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I said, arching into Giovanni’s touch as his hands traveled down my sides. “If you’ll have me.”
Four growls filled the nest.
Marco gripped my chin, turning my face toward his. “Is that even a question? Of course we’ll have you. You’ve been ours since the day we first saw you, Angel.”
“All I’ve fuckin’ wanted was to make this official, Butterfly,” Tommy added.
I looked at Giovanni next. “Trust me, Dolcezza. You’ve been mine all along. No bite’s going to change that.”
Then Dimitri cocked his finger, silently commanding me forward. I crawled to him on my hands and knees, heart pounding as I knelt before him. When I looked up into the swirling dark of his eyes, I saw it. The claim. The certainty. I was already his—and he was never letting go.
Which worked out just fine. I didn’t want to be let go. I wanted to be caught. Captured. Claimed .
“You ready for my teeth in this pretty neck, Kitten?” he rasped, all velvet and smoke. “You want me to bite you? Make you come while I make you mine?”
“Y-Yes.” It barely made it past my lips, more a breath than a sound. But it was true. I needed it. Them . The picture he painted had lodged itself in my soul, lighting me up from the inside out. “I don’t want to take turns. I don’t want to wait. I want to feel all of you. Claiming me at once. ”
Another collective growl rumbled through the nest. The air thickened with Alpha pheromones—rich, heady, intoxicating. My body responded instantly, slick pooling between my thighs, my pulse hammering as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.
Giovanni moved first. His hands gripped my waist, firm and possessive, as he pulled me flush against his chest. “You want us all at once, Sweetness?” His breath ghosted over my ear, warm and sinful, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. “Think that sweet little body can handle it?”
I nodded frantically, my breath coming in short, desperate pants. “I know I can. Please, Gio. I need it.”
He slid one hand between my thighs, fingers gliding through the mess of slick coating my folds. “Mmm,” he hummed, low and dirty. “She’s not lying. Already soaked. Our girl’s ready. ”
Without warning, Gio scooped me up and carried me back to the center of the nest. He lowered himself first, reclining into the pillows like a king—then pulled me with him, positioning me astride his hips.
My thighs spread wide to straddle him, knees sinking into the soft bedding. I braced my hands on his chest, heart racing. His palms slid to my waist, broad and steady, thumbs pressing into the hollows of my hips as he lined himself up.
Then he thrust.
One long, devastating stroke that knocked the breath from my lungs and made my back arch like a bowstring. My head tipped back, hair trailing down my spine as I cried out, savoring the stretch, the weight, the depth .
God , I’d never get used to this. And maybe I never wanted to. I wanted every time he was inside me to feel this exciting, this new, this special.
He filled me so completely it bordered on too much—but I didn’t want less. I wanted more.
The stretch was exquisite—my body yielding, molding to fit every thick inch of him.
“Fuck , ” I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. Tiny crescents bloomed on his skin where I held on for dear life.
Marco knelt in front of me, eyes blown wide with hunger as he watched Giovanni’s cock disappear inside me. “I’ve dreamed about this, Angel. About watching you fall apart for us. About owning you.”
His thumb skimmed across my lower lip, slow and deliberate. I opened for him instinctively, drawing it into my mouth and sucking. His breath caught and a soft curse slipped free.
“ Fuck .”
He pulled his thumb from between my lips and stood, cock thick and ready as he lined up at my mouth.
“Open up, Angel,” he rasped. “Show me how good you sin for me.”
I parted my lips and welcomed him in, moaning as the heavy weight of him settled on my tongue. Salt and musk and his own unique signature filled my senses as he pushed deeper. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me steady—not forceful, but firm, anchoring me to him.
“Goddamn,” he growled, sounding wrecked already. “ Look at me while you take my cock, Angel.”
I obeyed, locking eyes with Marco’s as I hollowed my cheeks and swirled my tongue, my pussy clenching around Giovanni’s thick cock in response. Beneath me, Gio groaned and bucked, driving deeper, making me whimper around the length filling my throat.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Tommy murmured, appearing at my side. His fingers trailed down to my breast, teasing the nipple until it peaked under his touch. Then his mouth replaced his hand—wet and hot. The flick of his tongue sent sparks arcing straight to my core.
When he pulled back, my nipple was slick and aching. I reached blindly for him with my free hand, guiding him forward, needing more. He knelt easily, cock already hard, and I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him in time with Gio’s thrusts.
Tommy’s low groan rumbled through his chest, spurring me on, making me feel like an absolute goddess for this level of coordination, pleasuring three of them at the same time.
Behind me, the bed dipped again.
Large hands slid up my back, followed by the press of Dimitri’s lips against my spine. Each kiss landed slow and purposeful; a brand of ownership scorched into my skin.
When his slick fingers slid between my cheeks, I tensed—just for a second.
“Breathe, Kitten,” he growled, voice rough with control and hunger. “I’m going to take you here. Stretch you open. Fill every inch of you until you know exactly who you belong to.”
His finger circled that tight, untested entrance, and the sensation sparked straight through me. It was strange and intense, yet incredible. He pressed inward, slow and steady. The burn was immediate, but not unwelcome.
My body resisted at first… then yielded to his gentle insistence.
He worked me open with patience and skill, each stroke deliberate, coaxing me to relax around the intrusion. When I fluttered around him, ready for more, he added a second finger. The stretch made me gasp, but he didn’t stop—scissoring them gently, easing me wider with every pass.
“That’s it,” he praised, and my Omega instantly preened. “So fuckin’ good for me, Kitten.”
Giovanni’s pace slowed beneath me, his thrusts deep and deliberate, hips rolling up with unrelenting control. “You like that?” he rasped. “Like feeling us all around you, taking what’s ours?”
I couldn’t answer—not with Marco’s cock sliding between my lips, hitting the back of my throat with each careful thrust. But my eyes told him everything—the way they rolled back when Dimitri pushed a third finger into my ass, making me moan. The way they fluttered shut when Tommy pinched my nipple, the sting sharpening the pleasure already coiled tight in my belly.
“She loves it,” Tommy said thickly. “Look at her. Our perfect fuckin’ girl.”
I whimpered around Marco’s cock, my body trembling with need.
Dimitri understood.
His fingers withdrew, replaced by the blunt head of his cock. The pressure built as he pressed inside. A sweet burn that had me quaking.
“Relax,” he commanded, one broad hand pressing to the small of my back, guiding me down just enough to shift the angle. “Let me in.”
I forced myself to breathe, to surrender. When he pushed forward, breaching that tight ring of muscle, I cried out around Marco’s cock, the sensation overwhelming. Dimitri froze, buried just an inch inside, his other hand stroking slowly down my spine.
“Easy, my little Omega,” he murmured. “You can take it. You were made for this—for us.”
Giovanni’s hand found my clit, circling it with an intentional pressure that had my hips jerking. The combined sensations—Giovanni filling my pussy, Marco in my mouth, Tommy’s hand wrapped around mine on his cock, and Dimitri slowly working his way into my ass—were almost too much. Almost.
Dimitri pushed deeper, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully seated inside me.
“Christ, she’s tight,” he growled, his grip on my hips almost bruising.
The fullness was indescribable—I’d never felt so complete, so utterly claimed. Every part of my body belonged to them in that moment, filled and stretched beyond what I thought possible. The pressure was exquisite, overwhelming in its intensity.
“Breathe,” Giovanni murmured, his voice strained as he felt Dimitri through the thin wall separating them inside me. “That’s it, Dolcezza. So fucking perfect for us.”
And then they started to move.
Gio thrust up from below, his pace measured but relentless. D followed, timing his movements so that when his brother pulled back, he pushed in. The alternating rhythm had me seeing stars.
Marco’s hand in my hair guided my movements on his cock, controlling the depth and speed as he fucked my mouth with shallow, careful thrusts. “That’s it, Angel. Just like that.”
Tommy’s fingers tightened around mine on his cock, thrusting into my fist, his breathing ragged as he watched me take all of them at once. “Fuckin’ hell, Butterfly. You’re a fuckin’ goddess.”
“No.” D’s hands massaged my ass, holding me open, watching as he sank back inside. “She’s a goddamn queen .”
The nest filled with the sounds of our pleasure—skin slapping against skin, all of us panting and breathless, chasing our bliss. Every nerve ending in my body sang, the sensations overwhelmingly wonderful. All I felt was pleasure and possession. Bright, sparkly, and light.
Giovanni’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing ragged as his knot began to swell, grinding deeper with each snap of his hips. “ Fuck —Kit, I can’t— I’m gonna— ”
I tore my mouth off Marco’s cock, lips wet and parted, eyes locked on the Alpha beneath me.
“ Do it ,” I begged. “Bite me, Gio. Please. Make me yours.”
His entire body stilled for a beat—just one heartbeat—but it felt like time fractured around us.
His eyes locked on mine, wide and dark and aching, and something shifted behind them. Not just hunger. Not just heat.
Devotion.
He cupped my jaw with both hands like I was something breakable, like the weight of this moment wasn’t just instinct—it was everything.
“Are you sure, Dolcezza?” he asked hoarsely, like it cost him to double-check. “You give this to me… you’re mine. Forever.”
I didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Just nodded. “ Yes. Yours.”
Emotion flickered through his expression—need, awe, love —and then he moved.
With a rough groan, he slammed deep, burying himself to the hilt, his knot catching hard. Dimitri grunted while I cried out, the sudden stretch making my whole body seize as I came hard .
And then Gio struck.
His teeth sank into the curve of my shoulder, right where my neck met muscle. The pain was quick, a sharp flare, but what followed stole the air from my lungs.
The bond snapped into place like a sunburst, a rush of golden heat and light flooding my chest, my soul, my mind. I felt him. His pleasure. His awe. His heart. The depth of his love. His fierce protectiveness, his possessiveness, his unshakable need to keep me safe and cherished and his .
I stretched, finding a spot on the side of his throat just above where his tattoos ended, where I’d always be able to see my mark. I bit down hard, tasting the salt of his skin, the copper tang of blood, leaving behind a rounded mark that would scar and stay with him forever.
Gio’s whole body shuddered as the bond completed itself, his groan vibrating through us both.
“Kitania.” The look in his eyes said it all—pure awe, like he couldn’t believe this was real. Like I’d just re-shaped his entire world.
Dimitri’s rhythm faltered as he watched the exchange, his breathing ragged against my neck.
“Mine next,” he growled, his thrusts turning savage, desperate. His knot swelled fast, locking us together with a sudden jolt, my ass clenching around him, milking every inch. He let out a feral growl and came hard, cock pulsing deep, heat spilling into me in thick, endless waves. With a final thrust, he buried his face in the curve of my neck and bit down.
The second bond hit me with the force of lightning, an electric shockwave of power. Where Giovanni’s had been warm devotion, Dimitri’s was fierce possession, dark adoration that burned through me like molten fire. I saw flashes of him—his control, his darkness, the way he watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking. And beneath all that? A fierce, unshakable love that stole my breath.
I reached back blindly, arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. I arched back and sank my teeth into his throat, high enough that it would be seen above the collars of his infamous button-downs. He groaned like he was dying for it, his cock twitching inside me as my bond hit him.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he breathed, my pet name heavy with more emotion than I’d ever heard from him. “I feel you.”
I kissed his scruff-covered cheek. “I feel you too.”
My hand had stilled on Tommy, but his groan brought me back to the present, and with a final kiss, Dimitri murmured in my ear. “Go on—milk him with that pretty fist. Finish what you started, my little Omega.”
Tommy’s breath stuttered as I resumed stroking, slow at first, then with more intent. His cock was hot and heavy in my grip, slick at the tip and leaking for me. He groaned low in his throat, like the sound was being torn out of him, his hand coming up to cradle the side of my face.
“That’s it, Butterfly,” he rasped, hips bucking gently. “Just like that. So fuckin’ good… you always know how to touch me.”
His eyes were blown wide and glassy, the green nearly nonexistent. I curled my fingers tighter, picked up the pace. His chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, his abdomen rippling as I brought him closer and closer.
“Gonna come for you,” he rasped. “ Fuuuuuck . I’m so close.”
I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. “Do it, Tommy. Come apart for me. Bite me. Make it real.”
He didn’t hold back.
With a choked curse, he surged up and sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me with an edge of wildness. His cock jerked in my hand, thick spurts of cum painting my belly as he groaned into my mouth.
Then, while his orgasm still pulsed through him, he broke the kiss, lifted my wrist, and struck.
His teeth sank into the delicate flesh just below my palm, deep enough to hurt, deep enough to brand. Pleasure collided with pain, and it wrecked me—I came again, clenching down around Gio, making him grunt as my pussy spasmed.
I cried out as my third bond flared to life.
Bright. Fierce. Golden.
I felt Tommy everywhere—his joy, his adoration, the way he’d given himself to me. And I gave myself right back.
I twisted his wrist gently in my grip and bit down, marking him in return. His moan was broken, full of feeling, as the bond snapped tight.
Tommy cradled my wrist in his hand like it was the most precious thing he’d ever touched, lips brushing the fresh mark with a kind of reverence that made my throat tighten.
He looked absolutely awe-struck as he whispered, “Mine.”
I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to lose the feeling of being wrapped up in this moment with him—but the ache hadn’t gone. Not completely. The bonds helped, softened the sharpness, but that last thread of heat still burrowed low in my belly.
And Marco felt it.
He moved into my space before I could even reach for him, that cocky, devastating smirk curving his lips. “Still with us, Angel?” he asked, crouching down in front of me. His knuckles brushed my jaw, soft and deceptively sweet, considering the sinful glint in his eyes. “Thought I’d let my brothers have their turns first. But now?” His voice dropped, full of dark promise. “Now, you belong to me .”
Gio and Dimitri’s knots had softened just enough for me to slip free, and Marco didn’t waste a second. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing and laid me out in the center of the nest, spreading my thighs wide and pinning them to the cushions with his strong hands.
His gaze dropped between my legs.
He stared— devoured —like the sight of me used and dripping, painted in his brothers’ cum, was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. And maybe it was, because he looked at me like I was a fucking masterpiece.
Cum glistened on my thighs. My stomach was streaked with Tommy’s release. I could feel Gio and Dimitri seeping out of me, pooling beneath me in a mess that should have made me squirm.
Instead, I felt powerful. Worshipped.
I trailed two fingers through the warmth on my belly, dragging it slow, then lifted them to my lips. “You know what’s missing?” It came out low and sultry, almost husky.
Marco’s nostrils flared. “What?”
“ Yours. ” I popped my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean.
Marco swore under his breath. And then he was on me. His cock lined up in an instant, and with one rough thrust, he buried himself inside.
The force knocked the air from my lungs, the heat between us molten as he fucked me deep and fast. His rhythm was fierce and untamed, and I knew then that he’d been holding back. Until now.
I met every thrust, arms around his neck, heels pressing into the curve of his ass to keep him close.
“I’ve needed you like this. Just. Like. This.” Each word was punctuated with a roll of his hips. “Spread open for me. Ready for my bite.”
“Yes! Fuck me. Knot me. Claim me. Make me yours, Marco.”
His mouth found the top swell of my breast. I felt his knot swell, locking us together, and as we came—his groan a rough, broken thing—his teeth sank in, marking me with a bite that sent everything shattering.
And just like that, the bond snapped into place.
White heat bloomed in my chest—blinding, golden, wild. It rushed through me like fire and starlight, lighting up every inch of my body. I could feel him. His pleasure. His devotion. The wicked adoration he carried for me, hidden beneath all that swagger.
He loved me.
And I felt it. I felt it all.
I cried out, overwhelmed, and reached for his face with trembling fingers.
“Let me show you mine,” I whispered.
The unguarded way he looked at me made my stomach flutter and my heart skip a beat. Everything about this man was genuine and beautiful.
Surprisingly, Marco didn’t offer his shoulder or his throat. He caught my wrist, laced our fingers together, and guided my mouth to the fleshy curve at the base of his thumb—the spot between palm and wrist.
“Here,” he rasped. “Bite me here. Where I’ll always be able to see it. Where I’ll feel you every time I cook you breakfast. Every time I hold your hand. Every time I shift gears with you in the passenger seat. I want you in all of it, Angel. I want you everywhere. ”
My vision blurred. My chest cracked wide open.
And I bit him.
Sank my teeth into that tender spot and poured everything I felt for him into the newly formed connection—that gold thread that spanned between us, linking us together as mates.
The pack bond sealed with a pulse of power, a bright flare that flooded through all five of us, warm and right .
It sank into my bones, curled around my heart, and wrapped around my soul in a tight embrace that would never let go.
For the first time since I was a child, I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t a burden. I wasn’t just surviving.
I was loved .
Chosen.
Theirs .
Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I didn’t try to stop them. They weren’t from pain or fear or grief.
They were from this.
This feeling. This belonging.
This impossible, overwhelming everything .
And for the first time in my life…
I was whole .