Chapter 48 #2
I’m still sensitive from my first orgasm, and Tristan’s skilled mouth quickly has me climbing toward a second peak. Diego’s kiss muffles my moans, his hands roaming my body, touching, claiming, possessing.
Dane has moved behind me, his large body a solid wall of heat against my back.
His hands span my waist, lifting me slightly, positioning me so that I’m practically in his lap, my back against his chest. The new angle gives Tristan better access, and he takes full advantage, his tongue delving deeper, his mouth working me with increased fervor.
Rett is beside me, his hand replacing Diego’s on my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core. “Perfect,” he growls, his voice a low, approving rumble against my ear. “The way you come undone for us. Every single perfect piece.”
The combined sensations are overwhelming. Diego’s kiss, Dane’s solid presence, Rett’s words and touch, and Tristan’s relentless mouth between my thighs. I’m climbing toward that peak again, faster this time, my body tightening, trembling on the edge.
And then I feel it. Tristan’s teeth. Grazing the inside of my thigh. A warning. A promise.
“Yes,” I gasp, breaking away from Diego’s kiss. “Please.”
Tristan’s eyes meet mine, dark with hunger and something deeper. Then, as his tongue circles my clit one last time, pushing me right to the edge of orgasm, he moves up, his mouth finding the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
And he bites down.
The pain is sharp, immediate, but it’s quickly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath. The claiming bite sends a jolt of something electric through my entire body, igniting every nerve ending, amplifying the pleasure a thousandfold.
I come with a scream, my body convulsing, the orgasm tearing through me with a force that leaves me breathless, trembling. Through it all, Tristan’s mouth remains on my neck, his teeth holding firm, claiming me as his.
When he finally releases me, I’m limp, boneless, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. But they’re not done with me. Not even close.
Diego moves to my other side, his eyes locked on mine as he lowers his head to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Unlike Tristan, he doesn’t tease. He simply claims, his teeth sinking into my flesh.
A slow, rolling wave of heat spreads outward from the point of contact, suffusing my entire body with a warm, golden glow.
I moan, the sound low and drawn out, as Diego’s claiming settles into me, twining with Tristan’s, the two bonds reinforcing each other, growing stronger together.
Dane shifts me in his arms, turning me so that I’m facing him, straddling his lap. His pale eyes hold mine, searching, questioning.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that I feel through his chest.
In answer, I tilt my head, exposing the nape of my neck to him. An offering. A surrender.
His large hands grip my waist, holding me steady as he leans in. His breath is hot against my skin, a sharp contrast to the softness of his lips as they brush against the sensitive spot at the base of my neck.
Then his teeth sink in, and the world disappears.
It’s like being enveloped in a feeling of safety, of being completely and utterly held.
I sag against him, my arms wrapping around his neck as his claiming takes root, twining with the others, strengthening the growing bond.
Three claims. Three marks. One more to go.
Rett has been watching, but now it’s his turn.
He moves to stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he strips off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his abdomen.
The other alphas move over, making room for him, yet still keeping in contact with me, their hands and mouths continuing to touch, to taste, to claim.
“Come here,” Rett commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Dane helps me move, his large hands guiding me to the edge of the bed where Rett stands. I’m on my knees, my face level with Rett’s chest, my body still trembling from the three claimings, from the pleasure that continues to course through me.
Rett’s hand cups my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “You’re ours,” he says, his voice low and fierce. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, the words a vow, a promise, a declaration of truth.
His other hand moves to tangle in my hair, tugging gently, positioning my head exactly how he wants it. “And we’re yours,” he says, his voice softening slightly. “All of us. Forever.”
Then he leans down, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that is pure, concentrated possession. His tongue sweeps in, claiming, tasting, owning. His hand tightens in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me as he devours my mouth.
When he breaks the kiss, we’re both breathing hard, our eyes locked. Then he strips off the rest of his clothes, standing before me completely naked.
He’s magnificent. All of them are.
My pack. My alphas. Mine.
Rett climbs onto the bed. His hands span my waist, lifting me effortlessly, positioning me on my hands and knees. I feel the hard length of him press against my entrance.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of control.
“Yes,” I breathe, pushing back against him, silently begging. “Please.”
He enters me in one smooth, powerful thrust, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a sudden, perfect fullness that makes me gasp, my head falling forward as my body adjusts to the intrusion.
“So tight,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “So perfect.”
He begins to move, setting a rhythm that is neither gentle nor rough, but something in between. Each thrust hitting exactly the right spot to make me see stars.
Diego settles beside me, his hand cupping my cheek, turning my face toward him for a deep, possessive kiss.
Tristan is at my other side, his mouth on my breast, teeth grazing my nipple in time with Rett’s thrusts.
Dane moves to my other side, his large hand settling on the back of my neck.
His touch possessive. Grounding. Anchoring me as pleasure threatens to sweep me away.
I feel the pressure building again, a third orgasm approaching with a speed and intensity that takes my breath away. Rett’s thrusts are growing harder, faster, his control slipping as his own release approaches.
“Mine,” he growls against my shoulder. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp, the word breaking on a moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. “All yours.”
His teeth graze my shoulder, not yet claiming, just a promise of what’s to come. “And I’m yours,” he says, his voice rough with emotion and need. “All of me. Everything I am.”
The declaration pushes me closer to the edge, a swell of emotion adding to the physical pleasure building within me. I’m close, so close, teetering on the brink of an orgasm that promises to be even more intense than the ones before.
Rett seems to sense it, his thrusts becoming more focused. “Come for me,” he commands, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. “Come for your alpha.”
The command, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, sends me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body clenching around him, waves of pleasure washing over me with an intensity that leaves me breathless, trembling.
And as I peak, as my body tightens around him in rhythmic pulses, Rett makes his claim. His teeth sink into the junction of my neck and shoulder, completing the circle, the fourth and final claiming that seals our bond.
The sensation is indescribable. A feeling of completion.
And through it all, Rett continues to move within me, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, as his own release approaches. I feel him begin to swell, the base of his cock expanding in the unmistakable, intimidating beginning of a knot.
A flicker of real “that won’t fit” panic shoots through me. My body instinctively tries to clench, to resist.
Rett feels it immediately. He stills, his breath coming in harsh, ragged pants against my shoulder. “Zoe,” he groans, the word a question, a plea, a warning.
“I can’t,” I whimper.
“Yes, you can,” Tristan’s voice is a low, confident purr. “You were made for us, sweetheart. Let us help you.”
Before I can even process his words, he’s moving. He slides underneath my body, his lips and hands leaving a trail of fire over my stomach, my hips. And then he’s there, his head between my thighs, right at the juncture where Rett is still buried deep inside me.
My eyes go wide. “Tristan—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, his hot breath caressing my most sensitive skin. “Just relax. Trust me.”
And then his mouth is on me.
It’s an explosion of sensation. Rett, thick and hard, filling me from the inside.
Tristan, his tongue a hot, slick, and impossibly clever torment from the outside.
He licks me, bathes me in slickness, his tongue working in a perfect, maddening rhythm against my clit while Rett is still a heavy, pulsing presence inside.
“That’s it, carino,” Diego whispers in my ear, his hand squeezing mine. “Let go for us. We’ve got you.”
The combination is too much. My body dissolves into pure, pliant need. I’m not just wet; I’m dripping, my own slickness mingling with Tristan’s saliva, creating a path for Rett.
“Now, Rett,” Tristan murmurs against my skin, and I feel him pull back slightly, giving Rett the space he needs.
Rett pulls back before pressing forward, just an inch, his knot pressing insistently against my entrance. It’s a stretching, borderline-painful pressure. I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets.
“Easy, Zoe,” Rett’s voice is a low, strained growl. “Breathe with me. Open for me.”
He works his way in slowly. An agonizingly slow rotation of his hips. I can feel my body stretching, accommodating him in a way I never thought possible.
“You’re doing so good,” Dane’s voice is a low rumble from beside my head, his hand a steady, grounding weight on my shoulder. “You can take him. You can take all of him.”
With a final, deep, shuddering breath, I surrender completely, my muscles relaxing, opening. And with one last, powerful, all-consuming thrust, Rett’s knot slips past that tight ring of muscle, seating him fully, deeply, inside me.
The sensation is unlike anything I have ever experienced. A fullness so complete, so absolute, it’s a kind of pain that is indistinguishable from pleasure. It brings tears to my eyes.
Rett stills for a moment, letting me adjust, his breath coming in harsh pants. Then, with a low, animalistic growl, he begins to move again. Shallow, grinding movements, his knot locked deep inside me, rubbing against a part of me, a nerve deep inside, that has never been touched before.
The pleasure builds again. Impossibly. A fourth peak approaches with a speed that takes my breath away.
“Ours,” Rett growls.
The combined weight of their claim pushes me over the edge into a fourth, shattering orgasm. I come with a cry that might be their names, or might just be a wordless sound of pure pleasure.
Rett follows me over, his body tensing, a low, guttural groan torn from his throat as he finds his release deep inside me. I feel the hot pulse of it, the rhythmic throb of his cock as he fills me, claims me, marks me from the inside out.
I collapse forward onto the bed, Rett still knotted inside me, his weight a comforting pressure on my back.
The others move with us, arranging themselves around us, their bodies a protective, loving cage.
Diego curls against my left side, his arm draped over my waist. Tristan settles on my right, his hand finding mine, fingers intertwining.
Dane positions himself at the head of the bed, his large hand stroking my hair in a gesture of such tender care it makes my heart ache.
We lie there, a tangle of limbs and bodies, breathing hard, basking in the afterglow as Rett shifts to the side and curls his body around mine. The bond hums between us, a living, breathing thing, connecting us in ways I’m only just beginning to understand.
“The static,” Diego murmurs after a long moment. “It’s gone.”
Rett shifts slightly, careful not to pull on the knot that still ties us together. “You did this,” he says, his lips brushing against my shoulder. “You fixed us.”
His eyes, now a clear, bright blue without the shadow of pain that’s been there for so long, hold mine for a long moment. Then, with a tenderness that makes my heart swell, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“Our beta,” he murmurs. “Our mate. Our everything.”