48. West
CHAPTER 48
West
Every atom in my body is screaming that Ashlyn is going into heat. Between the scent of her perfume calling to me like a siren’s song, making me hard as a rock in my jeans with that alone, and the way her hands are roaming my exposed chest like she’s a cat that needs attention—there is no doubt.
And this time, I’m not walking away. I’m not shutting her out because I’m blaming her for things that aren’t true. God, if only I could go back to that night and do it differently. Maybe that would have changed everything.
I capture her hands, and she pouts up at me, using her body instead to cause friction between us. “West,” she breathes, and in that single word I know she’s at the edge of it, and my body is answering.
My balls tighten, my dick strains, and I don’t give a fuck that my pack mates are in the room watching us. Fuck, they are probably wishing it were them she was touching. They are barely holding themselves back. I reach down to the bottom of her pj top and lift it off, tossing it to the side. Her nipples are already hard, her skin flushed.
She shoves her shorts off her hips and kicks them to the side. She’s completely naked in front of me, and my brain malfunctions. A switch is flipped, and I need to knot her like I need air.
The second my length springs free of its confines, her fingers wrap around me, making me see stars. My pulse pounds so hard I’m surprised my heart hasn’t relocated to my dick. I walk her back, into the full-length window, the clear night sky in full view behind her.
We kiss mindlessly, as I lift her in my arms and pin her between my body and the glass. My fingers work between her folds, finding her swollen clit. She’s so wet. So fucking wet. And I thought she had been wet the night in the club, that’s nothing compared to this.
She whimpers out a moan, and that’s all I need to position myself at her entrance and press into her. A growl flows from my chest, a need to possess her in every way urging me to slam into her, but I hold back. My ass clenches as she wraps around me, almost sucking me into her warmth.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
She moans in response, out of her mind with need. But my alpha doesn’t care. She’s my mate. And she’s going to tell me. She angles her body, attempting to take me deeper, and my fingers grip her hips to stop her.
“West,” she begs.
I love it. Her pupils are blown wide. Her mouth swollen from our kisses. Small little pants lifting her breasts, brushing her tight nipples over my chest. She darts her pink tongue out over her lips as she flexes her inner muscles around my length. I groan, and she does it again.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling to her shoulder. My whole body is shaking with the need to knot her. But I have to hear her say it. “Tell me,” I demand.
“Claim me,” she cries out, her head dropping back against the glass.
It’s what I want to hear. I thrust into her. Riding her into the window for anyone that could be watching. Her slick makes it effortless; my knot bumps against her slipping further and further in each time. And her fucking muscles grip me like my dick belongs to her. It does. It always has.
Her moans fill the hotel room, each sound igniting the surge of my rut. I sense my pack mates drawing near as I lose all control, surrendering to a primal need that defies reason. I impale her on my throbbing length, my knot locking inside her as I come in an explosive rush—a desperate, animalistic claim to create new life. Without hesitation, I sink my teeth into her skin, marking her just like she marked me.
The instant my bite connects, an electrifying bond snaps into place. I feel every shudder of her muscles, every minute ripple of sensation mirroring my own overwhelming desire. In this state of rut, my world narrows to pure instinct and unbridled passion.
“Mine,” I growl, the sound raw and more beast than man. Sharing is the furthest thing from my mind now. I lift my head and bare my teeth at Jake. He raises his hands in a placating gesture, but another low, primal growl escapes me.
“Easy, man. Maybe we should move this to the nest. Ash would like her nest,” he says.
Some part of me recognizes that he’s right, but I’m not letting her go. I heft her up against my body, every step down the short, dim hallway intensifying the wild pulse of my rut. Her heated moans and trembling body cling to me—a constant reminder of the raw, unyielding need surging through every fiber of my being. The plush nest awaits just beyond a single, downward step—a sanctuary of soft cushions that promises to cradle our untamed passion.
I lower her carefully onto the velvety expanse, even as my knot remains locked within her, a living testament to our connection. Every movement sends shivers of delight through us both; I feel her heat, her every tremor echoing the animalistic drive that has me in thrall.
Behind me, my pack follows. Jake trails with a measured pace and watchful eyes—a silent anchor amid the storm of raw desire. In stark contrast, Todd and Xayden are riding the same feral wave I am, their bodies and minds overwhelmed by their own ruts. I can see it in their eyes. The way they gleam with untamed hunger, each step charged with primal intent.
And part of me wants them to satisfy Ash, too, while a bigger part still wants her for myself.
I press her into the cushions, and she moans, her eyes fluttering shut as she arches into me.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The single thought thrums inside of me with each tiny thrust. Still my knot starts to loosen, a byproduct of her heat. My body knows she needs more than what only I can give her. She needs all of us.
I press one last kiss to her lips, before I pull out of her and collapse onto the cushions next to her. She trails her fingers over my bicep, but then she turns her attention to Xayden and Todd.