34. Lumi
Chapter 34
Lumi
T he others growl at the man who called dibs on me first. Surely, they’ve already agreed he gets to go first.
“Easy, boys. You’ll all get a turn.” I strip off my leather jacket and shirt, standing in my leather pants and black lace bra. Before I can remove another item of clothing, I feel at least three sets of hands on my bare skin.
No, I should stop this. I don’t want this.
I gasp as one of the hands palms my breast over my bra, and another dribbles hot kisses down my neck. My skin tingles, coming more alive with each brush of his lips against my sensitive flesh. Each nip of his teeth against my neck intensifies my arousal until I’m breathless, begging for more.
Stop…
The voice in my head is weaker this time, barely remembering why I shouldn’t let them touch me, kiss me, fuck me. All I can think about is how much I want them—all of them.
“Undress me,” I purr, needing them to touch every intimate part of my body.
“My pleasure,” a deep, growly voice says into the shell of my ear.
In the next breath, my bra is ripped from my chest, and my nipples pebble under the cool air.
I suck in a sharp breath as two hands belonging to two different men palm my breasts. I arch my back, pressing my body into their hands, wanting more of their touch. And yet…
There’s a change in the air. Intense feelings wash over me as if someone is watching me from the shadows. An unease stirs in my stomach.
I close my eyes, trying to ignore the feeling. But I can’t.
My eyes fly open, and when they do, they meet the glowing yellow eyes of an alpha. Ambrose is watching me from the edge of the circle.
I blink again, assuming it can’t be Ambrose. It has to be my imagination; he’s bound in a tree right now. But when I open them again, all I see is him .
His glowing eyes.
His long, wavy dark hair with flecks of gold.
His larger-than-life muscles.
It’s him that I want, not these other guys. Him—my mate.
But even as I think it, his name begins to drift out of my mind until it’s completely vanished. I know I’m supposed to know him, that he’s important to me, but I can’t name him. I can’t remember who he is to me.
I frown as my head becomes more muddled and my thoughts become clouded.
His eyes are clear, though, as they watch me intently, and I get a sense that he’s waiting for me to do something.
I arch my back as a fingertip brushes against my pebbled nipple. Instinct tells me to close my eyes and enjoy this. It’s not every day that you get ravished by an entire pack of hot men. But there is something in me that won’t allow me to close my eyes. Something that won’t allow me to give in to the sensations happening throughout my body.
His eyes stay locked on mine, and I swear I see his jaw tighten, but it’s hard to tell from this angle.
“What do you want?” a male voice says against my ear.
Flaming desire courses through my body, settling between my legs. It’s a mix of need and pain that feels like it’s about to rip me apart if I don’t do something about it soon.
“Pants—” I heave out a breath. “Off.”
Before I can get the second word out, my pants have been ripped from my body along with my panties until the only thing left on my body are my boots. There’s no chance for a chill to affect my body, as the number of hands touching me is doing more than enough to keep me warm.
I should blush at my sudden nakedness. But the painful desire I feel is too strong to feel anything else.
I exist to feel this desire.
I exist for these men to touch me. To ravish me. To make me come.
My eyes cut back to the alpha. To him .
“Don’t fuck him. Everyone but him.” A female voice I don’t recognize floats through my head.
“Why not?” I think back.
“Because he will hurt you. He’s not to be trusted.”
I frown. He looks like he’d be a good fuck. It’s a shame I can’t have him.
Before I can think more about him, I feel a hand brushing over the sensitive flesh of my upper thigh.
I gasp at how intense the feeling is. I can’t keep track of all the hands, of how many men are touching me, wanting me. The feeling is incredible and overwhelming at the same time.
“More—I want more,” my words come out in a throaty voice.
“So do we,” another male says.
“Then take it. Take it all from me.”
I’m so hot, so needy. I won’t survive without a cock inside me much longer. I can’t comprehend what all these men could do to me, but I do know I need to be filled. I want to scream my orgasm through the woods until every man within a five-mile radius hears and wants to come to give me another.
Hands grip my thighs, and then suddenly, I’m lifted up into the air. And then it’s not just the hands that I feel.
Wetness begins to coat my body as their mouths and tongues brush against my skin. Against my throat, I feel their lips sweeping kisses. Both of my nipples are sucked into two of their fiery mouths. One is taking his time running his tongue gently over the tip of my nipple before sucking gently. While the other is devouring my nipple—sucking, and licking, and nipping at it with his sharp teeth until I yelp at the mix of pleasure and pain that ripples down my body. The sound only makes the man work harder on my breast.
My thighs are spread wider, and I can hear a bit of a scuffle at my feet.
I smirk. They are fighting over who gets to take the space between my legs. But they are taking too long.
I need…need…need…
Fingers dance up my inner thighs on each side of my legs. They tease me, but do not draw close enough to the apex between my thighs.
“Please,” I beg them. “Please touch me.”
Low growls ripple through every man around me.
I shouldn’t be greedy. I should be patient. There are already so many men’s hands on my body that I can’t keep track of them all. But none of them are touching me where I need them.
My eyes blaze with desire as I look from one face to the next, waiting for any of them to touch me like I need them to. To be the first of them to fuck me. To dampen this uncontrollable desire ripping through me.
They all look at me like they’d be happy to oblige, but there still seems to be a scuffle that I can’t see happening past my feet.
A bark rings out, followed by a loud growl that grabs everyone’s attention.
I grin, knowing it can only mean one thing. The fight has ended, and one of them has won.
Anticipation races up my body, and I can barely stay still even though I’m being held up in the air by several strong arms. I lick my lip, waiting for the man to come into view—the winner.
It doesn’t matter what he looks like. I want them all. I don’t care who’s first and who’s last.
A man steps from the shadows and settles between my legs.
I gasp at the sight of him. He’s beautiful with his sweeping blonde hair, long black eyelashes, and crystal blue eyes. But that’s not the part of him I care about. My eyes roll down his body, quickly assessing whether he’ll be able to do the job or not.
I bite my lip when I see what’s hanging between his legs. Hard, long, and ready to impale me—his cock has me drooling.
“Like what you see?” his deep voice asks.
“Let’s see if you know how to use it.”
He chuckles. “I think you’ll be more than pleased.” He starts to walk between my legs as the other hands continue to tease and taunt my body. Flicking and rolling my nipple between their fingers, brushing the shell of my ear, dancing up my thighs.
I’m going to combust as soon as this male touches me. I know it. I almost want to tell the others to slow down so I can savor this moment. But I’m too riled up, too needy.
I try to buck my hips, try to strain closer so he will get to me faster. But the man is taking his sweet, sweet time crossing the couple of feet to me.
He’s so close.
And then, he kneels.
My jaw slackens. “Wait—” I start, needing him standing so he can fuck me. But then a hot breath blows over my pussy, and his tongue licks up my slit.
I shutter at the heat of his tongue. My thighs begin to squeeze tight before strong hands pull me apart wider, not letting my thighs move an inch together.
The second this man’s tongue touches my pussy, he becomes ravenous. It’s like he tasted me and now needs to taste every fucking drop of me.
His tongue sweeps up and down my slit, making me squirm and writhe in the men’s arms until I’m not sure if they are going to be able to hold me up. The moans slipping from my throat and parted lips are constant. Each lick of his tongue against me has me on the edge of an orgasm that may break the spell I’m under.
I frown as the word spell spills into my head. I don’t know why it gives me pause, but it does.
Until his teeth nip at my clit, and then his tongue dips inside me.
“More,” I moan, not able to say more. But I need more than this. I need to feel his cock slamming inside me. That’s the only thing I can think about. It’s my all-consuming thought.
I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. The thoughts float through my head over and over and over again.
But the man isn’t listening. His tongue is still torturing my clit and then trying to fill me. His tongue, while incredible, could never replace his cock.
“Fuck me,” I finally bark out the order.
I can feel his smile against me at the command. Then I feel the cool breeze against my bare, swollen lips again.
I crane my head, looking down to see if he’s finally going to fuck me. But what I see isn’t the man. What I see are the most intense glowing golden eyes I’ve ever seen. All of their eyes are glowing and yellow right now. But this man’s are brighter and more intense than anyone else’s.
There’s something I’m missing, something I’ve forgotten.
I feel something pressing at my entrance. Something hard and slick and straining. But I don’t acknowledge it. I don’t want it. Those eyes.
Him.
Alpha.
My mate.
Ambrose.
“Stop!” I yell as everything floods back into my head. The uncontrollable desire I have to fuck every man in sight sputters into nothing. The desire instantly cools in my belly, and I realize in horror what I almost willingly did. I wasn’t even fighting it. I was letting it control me.
I don’t expect the man to stop. They are all under the same spell I was. They won’t stop. They can’t stop.
But suddenly, I’m being lowered to the ground until my boots hit the earth below me. The hands leave my body, and a path is made between the men and Ambrose.
Suddenly, I’m very aware that I’m naked. I wrap my arms around my body. My cheeks pinken in embarrassment, but I don’t let myself tear my eyes from Ambrose. I’m terrified he’ll reject me after what he just witnessed.
I open my mouth to try to explain, but he moves to me in an instant and takes my hand in his, brushing a soft kiss against my palm.
“Welcome to the Moonlight Pack.”