Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
ANYA
Rex’s big cock bounces inside me with each powerful stride as he carries me through the forest, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, my face buried against his muscular chest. The sensation of his thick shaft sliding back and forth inside my slick pussy, the swollen base of his knot stretching me open with each jolting step, is amazing.
“Oh god,” I whimper against his skin, my arms locked around his neck. “It feels so good.”
His chest rumbles with a low chuckle. “Enjoy it while you can, baby. Because once my knot goes down, someone else is going to fuck you again. And again. And again.”
The promise makes my pussy clench around him, as my slick seeps down between us. Even with the threat of pursuers behind us, I can’t help feeling horny again. The five claiming marks on my body pulse with warmth, a constant reminder that I belong to them now.
Maybe asking all of them at once for the mark was a big mistake because the pain was blinding, but I’m glad I got it over with. The best part is that they’re permanently mine now. Five men all to myself, and it’s still so freaking unbelievable.
And I’m theirs.
“Hold tight,” Rex murmurs, his pace increasing as the trees begin to thin. “We’re almost home.”
Home. The word sends a rush of warmth through my chest.
The trees part suddenly, revealing the sprawling mansion. Lights blaze from every window, illuminating the wide stone patio and the infinity pool that seems to merge with the night sky. Rex bounds up the steps to the patio, his powerful legs eating up the distance with impressive speed.
The tatters of my wedding dress fly around us, providing at least some modesty, but I’m still essentially naked from the waist down, my legs spread wide around Rex’s hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.
“Clear,” calls a deep voice from somewhere ahead of us. “Get her inside. Now.”
I crack open one eye to see Alaric standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the light from within. He steps aside as Rex carries me through, my face burning with embarrassment despite the situation.
“Where’s Ryker?” Rex asks, his breathing only slightly labored despite running while carrying me, plus the extra weight of his knot inside me.
“Perimeter check,” Alaric replies, his eyes darkening as they land on where Rex and I are joined. “With Marcus. They’ll secure the grounds and make sure no one follows us.”
“Good,” Rex nods, adjusting his grip on my ass. “I’m taking her to the nest.”
“The nest?” I ask, my voice muffled against his chest. “What nest? I’m not a bird.”
Alaric smiles, the expression softening his normally serious face. “You’ll see.”
Rex carries me through the mansion, climbing the stairs without breaking a sweat. I keep my face pressed against his chest, too embarrassed to look up, too overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock moving inside me to focus on much else.
We stop eventually, and I hear the sound of a door opening. Rex steps through, then pauses.
“Welcome to your omega nest.”
I lift my head, curiosity overcoming my embarrassment, and gasp at what I see. The room is enormous, easily three times the size of the bedroom they gave me. The walls are painted a soft pink. A massive king-sized bed dominates one corner, the sheets pressed and clean.
A huge circular cushion, at least twelve feet in diameter, sits in the middle of the floor. It’s covered in light pink fabric that matches the walls, plush and inviting. Above it hangs a delicate mobile made of crystals that catch the light, sending rainbow patterns dancing across the ceiling.
“What is this place?” I whisper, staring in wonder.
“The nest,” Rex repeats, his voice gentle. “It’s where the pack comes together. Where we bond. Where we...” He clears his throat. “Where we make love to our omega.”
We literally just fucked on the forest floor a few minutes ago, and thinking of it makes heat flood into my face.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, meaning it.
Rex smiles, then carefully lowers himself to his knees on the edge of the cushion. The movement shifts his cock inside me, the swollen base of his knot pressing against my G-spot, and I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
He leans back, bringing me with him until we’re lying on the cushion, my face against his chest, his arms still wrapped around my waist. The cushion is even softer than it looks, molding to our bodies like we’re lying on a cloud.
After the hard ground of the forest and the jolting run through the trees, it’s pure heaven.
“Oh my god,” I sigh, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. “This feels amazing.”
“It’s filled with memory foam and down,” Rex explains, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Nothing but the best for our omega.”
The word sends a thrill through me. Their omega. That’s what I am now. And what I’ll be forever.
“I really need a shower,” I say after a moment, suddenly aware of how dirty I am. Dirt and leaves cling to my skin, my hair is a tangled mess, and I can feel dried sweat making my dress stick to my back. “But I don’t want your knot to come out yet. The pain will come back.”
Rex chuckles, his chest rumbling against me. “It won’t come out so easily. Don’t worry, babe.”
The door opens, and Lorenzo steps in, followed closely by Alaric. They both stop when they see us, their eyes darkening as they take in the sight of me lying with Rex, with his cock still buried inside me.
“We’re going to get her cleaned up,” Rex tells them.
“Good idea, she needs to relax,” Lorenzo nods, his eyes never leaving my face. “I’ll have the maid prepare a bath. The large tub in the master suite should work.”
He turns and leaves, moving with that fluid grace that makes my heart skip. Alaric remains, his eyes lingering on where Rex and I are joined.
“Let me get this dress off you,” Rex says, his fingers finding the tiny buttons that run down the back. “We’ll burn it for you and get you a new, beautiful dress to marry us in.”
I giggle at that, glad to be rid of the gross dress.
He works the buttons free one by one, his movements careful and precise. The fabric loosens around my chest, then falls away entirely as he pushes it down my arms. Cool air hits my skin, raising goosebumps across my chest and arms.
“Fuck,” Alaric breathes, his voice thick with desire. “Her breasts are beautiful.”
I follow his gaze to my breasts, which have spilled free of the dress’s confines.
They’re full and round, my nipples hard and pointed from the cool air and the constant stimulation of Rex’s cock inside me.
I’ve always been self-conscious about their size.
They’re larger than average, but the way they’re looking at them makes me feel like a queen.
Rex’s hands come up to cup my breasts, his palms weighing their fullness with reverent attention.
“So plump,” he whispers, his thumbs brushing across my nipples. “Like ripe mangoes.”
“They’ll be even more beautiful when they’re full of milk,” Alaric says, his voice low and intent. “When you’re carrying our pups, these will swell even more. We’ll take turns sucking on them.”
His words conjure an image of me after giving birth, with five hungry alphas taking turns drinking from me. My pussy clenches hard around Rex’s cock at the taboo thought. He groans, his hands tightening on my breasts.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks, watching my face. “You’d like for us to drink your breast milk.”
“I’ve never thought of it. But I like it,” I admit, breathing hard at the idea, and Alaric chuckles as he stands over us.
“Let’s get you to the bath so you can relax,” Rex says, then slides his hands beneath my thighs and stands in one smooth motion. I wrap my legs around his waist automatically, my arms around his neck for balance.
Alaric moves ahead of us, opening doors and clearing the path. We make our way through the mansion, up another flight of stairs, then down a long hallway to a set of double doors at the end. Alaric pushes them open, revealing the bathroom.
The floor is polished marble in shades of blue and green that mimic the ocean. A walk-in shower big enough for ten people takes up one wall, all glass and chrome, with multiple showerheads. But it’s the bathtub that makes my jaw drop.
The tub is sunken into the floor, a perfect oval at least eight feet long and five feet wide. It’s made of white stone veined with gold, with steps leading down into the water. Steam rises from the surface, carrying the scent of lavender and strawberries.
And standing beside it, completely naked, is Lorenzo.
His golden skin glows in the soft light, water droplets clinging to the defined muscles of his chest and arms. His curly brown hair is damp, as if he’s already been in the water, and his cock stands proudly between his legs, thick and already leaking at the tip.
“The bath is ready,” he says, his eyes meeting mine with a warmth that makes my stomach flip. “The water’s the perfect temperature.”
Rex carries me to the edge of the tub, then carefully lowers us both until we’re sitting on the top step, the water lapping at our thighs. The heat is heavenly after being outside, making me sigh with pleasure.
“Where are Ryker and Marcus?” I ask.
“Guarding the house,” Alaric replies, already stripping off his clothes. His movements are efficient, practiced, as if he’s undressed a thousand times in this bathroom. “Making sure no one followed us. They’ll join us when the perimeter is secure.”
The thought of Keith and his men makes my stomach clench with fear. What if they find us? What if they take me again?
“They won’t get to you,” Rex says, sensing my distress. His arms tighten around my waist, his lips pressing against the mark on my neck. “I promise. No one will ever take you from us again.”
What if Keith hurts my mother in retaliation?
“Don’t worry, Anya,” Lorenzo says gently, stepping into the tub. The water rises around his thighs, droplets clinging to the dark hair that trails from his navel to his groin. “I can see you worrying. Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together. That’s what packs do.”
His words soothe something in me, some deep, primal part that’s been alone for too long. I’m not alone anymore. I have five alphas who would die to protect me. Five mates who’ve claimed me as theirs.
Rex shifts, maneuvering us deeper into the tub until the water reaches my chest.
The heat seeps into my muscles, easing aches I didn’t even know I had.
Alaric settles behind me, his chest against my back, his arms coming around to support my weight.
I’m sandwiched between them, Rex in front with his cock still inside me, Alaric behind with his growing erection pressing against the small of my back.
“This is the life,” Rex says with a grin, his hands finding my breasts beneath the water. “Our beautiful omega between us, marked and claimed.”
I lean back against Alaric’s chest, letting my head rest on his shoulder. His skin is hot and smooth against my back, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Lorenzo moves closer, a soapy loofah in his hand.
“Let me help,” he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re covered in dirt, poor thing.”
He reaches for me, the loofah making contact with my shoulder, then sliding down to my breast. The rough texture against my sensitive nipple makes me gasp, my back arching.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Lorenzo croons.
Nodding, I hold my breath as he continues his path, the loofah circling my breast before moving to the other one. His touch is deliberately sensual, his eyes never leaving my face as he watches my reactions.
“Oh god,” I say, my pussy clenching when the loofah scrubs past my sensitive nipple.
“Oh yes, you like that, yes?” he says, rubbing my nipple again with the loofah. Electric sparks rush down my body as I moan.
“So pretty,” says Alaric, squeezing my hips from behind.
Being surrounded by these three gorgeous men, being touched and praised and desired, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. And beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed.
“I still can’t believe this is happening,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “That you all want me.”
“We’ve wanted you from the moment we caught your scent,” Alaric says, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Sweet grapes and omega musk. It was like being hit by lightning.”
“Fuck,” Rex groans, his hips shifting beneath me. “I think my knot’s going down.”
“No! The pain will come back,” I cry out as alarm shoots through me.
“I know,” Rex soothes, his hands moving to my belly. “Don’t worry. We’ve got you covered.”
His cock begins to slip out of me, the swollen base of his knot catching on my entrance before sliding free with a wet sound. The emptiness is immediate and devastating. My pussy clenches on nothing, and my belly starts to contract, desperate for a knot.
“It hurts already, oh my god,” I whine.
“Lorenzo,” Alaric says, his voice sharp with command. “Now.”
Lorenzo moves fast, positioning himself between my legs before I can even process what’s happening. His cock, thick and heavy, presses against my entrance and pushes inside of me under the water.
He pushes forward, the broad head of his cock stretching me open.
I moan, my legs spreading wider to accommodate him, my hips lifting to take him deeper. I’m slick from all my juices and Rex’s cum, so he slides in easily.
“That’s it,” Alaric murmurs, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady. “Take his cock, omega. Open for him, baby.”
Lorenzo slides deeper, his length filling me inch by inch until I’m stretched around him, my pussy clenching eagerly around his shaft.
The burning pain recedes, replaced by a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
My head falls back against Alaric’s chest, a whimper escaping my lips as Lorenzo begins to thrust.