Chapter 24 - Malachi #2
I bottom out with a guttural growl. My hips press flush against the plush, generous curve of her ass.
I hold there for a single heartbeat, just long enough to feel her inner muscles pulse around my length and to feel the pack bond snap tighter between all five of us, thrumming under our skin.
Then I start to move, slow at first, because I want her to feel the choice in it. I savor every inch. I drag almost all the way out until only the tip remains inside her, then slam back in to the hilt.
Each deep thrust forces new sounds from her throat, sharp gasps, broken moans, filthy pleas that grow louder and more desperate.
Jabari never stops his worship. His tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit and lower, occasionally brushing the stretched rim where I fuck into her, tasting both our combined flavors with obvious hunger.
Kairo breaks away from her mouth to latch onto her left breast. He sucks hard enough to leave fresh, dark marks blooming across her rich brown skin, claims of his own.
Elijah moves up to claim her mouth now, kissing her deep and dirty, swallowing her cries while his hand slide down to roll and pinch her right nipple between clever fingers.
We find our rhythm quickly and instinctively, the way only a true pack can. I fuck her hard and steady from behind, setting a punishing pace that makes the headboard thump rhythmically against the wall.
One hand braces beside her head for leverage while the other grips the soft, abundant flesh of her hip, fingers sinking deep to hold her exactly where I want her.
Jabari’s tongue works in perfect counterpoint to my thrusts, pushing her relentlessly higher. Kairo and Elijah lavish attention on every inch of her curvy body they can reach, mouths sucking and biting, teeth grazing sensitive skin.
Hands knead heavy breasts and trace the swell of her belly and hips until Nyx trembles violently between us, overwhelmed and utterly perfect.
Her heat-scent spikes again, sweet and dizzying, flooding the room until it is all any of us can scent.
I feel the first flutter of her orgasm building deep inside her, the way her walls begin to ripple in warning. I lean over her sweat-slick back.
My teeth graze the nape of her neck, right over her swollen claiming gland. “Come for us, Nyx,” I command against her skin. “Let us feel it. Let the whole pack feel you fall apart.”
She shatters spectacularly, and the bond flares so hard it steals my breath. Her entire body seizes in ecstasy Her pussy clamps down on my dick so hard that my vision whites out for a breathless second.
Fresh slick gushes around my length in hot waves, soaking Jabari’s chin and dripping in rivulets onto the furs below.
She screams into Elijah’s mouth, the sound muffled but still piercing. Her nails rake down Kairo’s shoulders, leaving red trails on his dark skin as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her.
The pack bond flares bright and hot, every one of us feeling echoes of her climax in our own bodies.
I do not stop. I could not have stopped if I wanted to.
My knot is already swelling rapidly at the base of my dick, catching on her rim with every withdrawing thrust. The primal need to claim her fully, to lock deep inside her and flood her womb with my seed until our bond is etched permanently into her very soul, overwhelms every rational thought.
“One more,” I growl against the damp skin of her neck. “Give me one more, baby. One more orgasm, and I will knot you. I will breed you right here with the whole pack watching and knowing you are ours forever.”
Nyx whimpers, oversensitive and shaking in our arms, but she nods frantically against Elijah’s lips. “Please, alpha,” she begs, voice cracking. “Please, I need it. I need all of you.”
Kairo and Elijah redouble their efforts without needing instruction. Kairo’s mouth returns to her breasts, alternating between them, sucking and biting until both nipples are dark and glistening.
Elijah’s fingers join Jabari’s at her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
Jabari, ever devoted, slide two thick fingers alongside my dick, stretching her further. He curls them expertly to stroke that secret spot deep inside her that makes her sob with renewed pleasure.
It does not take long. Heat makes time dishonest.
Her second orgasm hits harder than the first, dragging all of us over the edge with her. Her walls spasm violently, milking my dick in rhythmic pulses.
I slam home one final time with a roar that echoes through the room. My knot catches fully and locks us together as I come in long, pulsing jets.
Hot cum floods her depths, marking her from the inside. At the exact same moment, my teeth sink deep into her claiming gland.
The bond flares white-hot between us, sharp, electric, permanent.
I feel her pleasure, her surrender, her love crash into me, and I pour everything I have back into her.
Nyx goes limp in our arms, utterly spent, trembling with aftershocks. She is marked, claimed, and undeniably ours.
But we are not finished. Not yet.
As my knot holds me locked inside her, pulsing with the last of my release, Kairo moves first.
His long braids brush softly against her damp skin as he slid up her body, and he does not bare his teeth. He does not need to.
The proof of him is already there, older now, the carnival bite healed into a dark, possessive memory near her claiming gland. Kairo pressed his mouth to it instead, tongue slow and reverent, and Nyx shuddered.
“You’re safe,” Kairo murmurs, voice rough with devotion. “You called, and we came.”
Jabari follows next, because devotion is his first language. He moved.
His thick dreadlocks tickled her shoulder as he pressed a reverent, lingering kiss to the fresh marks I left.
Then, with infinite gentleness, he added his bite on the opposite side, sweet in the way Jabari only ever was for her, all that submission laid bare as he marked his queen with a devotion I felt just as sharply.
Two fresh claiming bites sat hot and angry against her skin, mine and Jabari’s, and two older scars remained as proof she did not get here by accident. Kairo’s carnival mark is a steady brand, and Elijah’s earlier bite sits faint beneath it all.
Four Black alphas bound to one curvy omega, and Meridian will learn what that means. Anyone who reaches for her reaches for all of us.
Time blurs while my knot keeps us locked together. No one rushes to soothe her. They watch instead, breathing hard, because the sight of her split open on my knot has every alpha in the room fighting instinct.
Kairo dragged his thumb down the fresh bite on her throat like he was memorizing where it sat. Elijah’s hand settled on her hip, not gentle, not soft, holding her steady so she could not escape the claiming we started.
I stroke her curls back from her face. Elijah traces lazy patterns along the curve of her hip.
Jabari continued gently licking between her thighs, cleaning her tenderly now instead of teasing. I hold her close from behind, lips brushing the new marks on her neck, breathing her in.
Eventually, my knot deflates enough for me to ease out slowly. I watch with deep satisfaction as my thick cum mixes with her abundant slick and leaks from her swollen, well-used pussy in slow rivulets.
Jabari immediately dives in again, tongue gentle and soothing, lapping her clean with quiet humming sounds of contentment.
Kairo and Elijah curl protectively around her sides, pressing kisses to her shoulders and temples, whispering how perfect she is, how much they love her, how proud they are to wear her claim.
Finally, I pull her fully into my chest. I tuck her head beneath my chin, one arm banded securely around her soft waist.
The rest of the pack settles around us. Limbs tangle together in a warm, messy pile, Kairo’s braids draped over her breast, Elijah’s arm across her thigh, Jabari’s dreadlocks tickling her calf.
Our breaths gradually synchronize. Our heartbeats slow until they beat as one steady, powerful rhythm.
The pack bond hums between us, bright and complete and unbreakable. It sings with satisfaction, with love, with the profound peace of finally being whole.
Nyx is ours, body, soul, and future. And we are hers, forever.
I keep her tucked against my chest and watch the door. Meridian has taught me the difference between protection and possession, and tonight I want her to feel that difference in my hands.
My phone vibrates again, and this time it is not Kairo. That makes it worse.
A single message lights the screen from one of our perimeter leads.
Kairo
Fielding was spotted trying to leave his clinic through a staff entrance, coat on, bag in hand.
He does not have time. Neither do I.
I send one word back.
Malachi
HOLD.
Then I add a second.
Malachi
FREEZE.
It was not a mercy and it was not cruelty, not yet. It was procedure.
They will put him in the cold room under Meridian, the one that keeps men quiet and compliant because shivering makes it hard to lie with confidence. We will deal with Nyx first, because she is the priority, and then we will deal with the doctor who touched her file.