Chapter 31
Ansley
My vision rattled me.
I explained as much as I could, but there were parts I didn’t understand. The connection to Jaxton was one of them. I just felt it. Something stronger than time. Stronger than life. Stronger than death.
A piece of the she-wolf he loved is inside me. A sliver of her soul, dormant for centuries, waiting for the moment it would find him again.
Maybe it’s part of what drew me to his brothers.
What formed the connection the moment I felt Hayden watching me at Fletcher’s Bar.
Destiny? Had fate been biding its time until it could join us all?
Or just a tiny part of me that was seeking something familiar.
Something I had no way of recognizing, until I saw Jaxton in my vision.
“We should return to the safehouse,” Hayden’s voice carries a peculiar tone as he looks around at his brothers. I’m still staring at Jaxton, unable to look away. “The mating ritual can be completed now.”
“No,” Jaxton snaps, cupping my chin with surprising gentleness and staring deeply into my eyes. “We complete it now.”
“No arguments from me,” Storm adds. “I’ve been struggling since I saw her. I’m dying for this moment.”
“I feel it now. Can everyone feel it like I do?” Remy questions. “It doesn’t feel like anything is missing. It feels like we’re…”
“Whole,” Wyatt finishes. “We’re whole.”
Jaxton lets out a growl of acknowledgement, then he kisses me. It’s a deep, emotional kiss. I taste smoke and whiskey mixed with his primal desire. I feel that part of Joanna reconnecting with him after being denied for so long and feel the same need radiating from him.
For a moment, I feel more of her. Her love for him and her joy at finding him again. Then, her blessing. She settles like a warm glow in my chest, like she’s finally content. Then her presence fades peacefully, and I’m all alone with my mates. All five of them.
The others approach me from behind, pulling at my clothes, undressing me for the mating ritual. I’m not scared, despite knowing that five wolves are going to claim me. It feels right, like this is the moment I’ve truly been waiting for my entire life.
Once I’m naked, Jaxton picks me up. He carries me to his bed and gently sets me down.
I roll over, lowering my shoulders and raising my ass, feeling the arousal heating my core in a way it hasn’t before.
It’s not just desire. It’s an intense, brutal need that floods my senses until it’s almost overwhelming.
My skin feels too hot. Every nerve ending is screaming for their touch.
Like my body knows exactly what is about to happen and is demanding it.
Then I hear a gasp. Needy growls. Hungry groans.
“Fuck me, she’s going into heat,” Hayden growls.
I feel them all tense. Hear their breathing change. The air in the room seems to thicken with undeniable lust.
“She’s more like a she-wolf than I realized,” Remy’s voice is strained. “Her scent is getting stronger. It’s getting maddening, just like it was the first time I caught it.”
“She’s ready for us,” Wyatt says. “We’re the only ones that can put this fire out.”
“Her fire?” Storm’s face is a mask of need. “Feels like there’s one raging inside me, too.”
“Same here,” Jaxton adds. “They’ve had her before. We haven’t. It’s going to be a lot worse for us.”
“You’ve hurt for too long, brother,” Hayden says with uncharacteristic gentleness. “Claim what is yours.”
Jaxton’s entire body shudders behind me, like Hayden’s words opened something inside him. “Thank you,” he rasps.
Jaxton’s fingers dig into my hips. He tilts me until his cock is against my entrance, then he rubs the head across my folds. A hand moves from my hip, and a second later, a stinging smack lands on my ass.
“Owwww! What was that for?” I yelp, my toes curling.
“For making me wait so damn long to meet you,” Jaxton growls, slapping my ass again. “And that’s for making my dick so hard I can’t see straight.”
“I didn’t know,” I complain, feeling a few more slaps land. “Ow! And it’s you who didn’t want to meet me!”
Even as I protest, I can feel myself getting wetter. The sting mixing with the overwhelming need.
“You may not be a she-wolf,” Jaxton says, rubbing his cock against my pussy again before he begins pushing in. “But you’re about to get fucked like one.”
I cry out as he stretches me, filling me in a way that’s almost too much. He’s bigger than all of his brothers except for Hayden, but he’s close. Huge, thick, and he drives deep enough to make me gasp. He’s not gentle. He’s unrestrained, like he knows I can handle it, even if I’m not sure myself.
“I almost forgot how good this could feel,” Jaxton groans, slapping my ass over and over, his other hand digging into my hip until I’m sure I’ll have bruises. “Do you always clench like that when you get your ass spanked? I sure hope so.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams hard, alternating between brutal, bone-rattling thrusts, and stinging smacks that land on my ass between them.
He seems to enjoy spanking me. This doesn’t feel like punishment, though.
Every time I feel the sting, or the weight of his heavy hand, my pussy muscles tighten until he groans with satisfaction.
“You’re going to make me come so fucking hard,” he pants out the words. “I can already tell. Fuck!”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my body reacting to every thrust from his hips and slap of his hand. “Please, Jaxton!”
“Nothing could make me stop right now,” he snarls. “Not a vampire. Not all the fucking Crimson Templars in the Vatican. You’re all mine as long as I want you, and then my brothers will claim you. This mating ritual is just getting started.”
Jaxton’s thrusts are merciless, his hand firm. I can tell my ass is already red, and it’s starting to burn instead of just stinging. The tension in my core is building, and I don’t have to question if it’ll go supernova. It’s only a question of how many times I’ll erupt before they’re done with me.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jaxton’s voice is rough with emotion and lust. “You really were made for me. Made for all of us.”
“Yes!” I cry out as he hits the sensitive spot so hard it makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “Yes, yes, yes…”
Jaxton stops spanking me and clamps both hands around my waist so he can just pound into my pussy with a force that would scare me if it didn’t feel so utterly amazing.
The bed is shaking. I can hear the others growling behind us, their own need rising as they watch.
Five hungry wolves, one feasting on me like he’s making up for every moment he’s been denied.
I am suddenly keenly aware that the other four are watching us, watching me get fucked by their brother. Hard.
“I’m gonna come,” I breathe out, my words more like a needy moan begging for more, rather than a release.
“A lot,” Jaxton growls. “You’re going to come on all of our cocks tonight.”
The tension builds until my body is shaking, the walls are clasping and fluttering, and my muscles are so tense I can’t move. That doesn’t slow Jaxton down. He slams into me with more ruthlessness. More vigor. So much determination it unravels me completely.
“Jaxton!” I scream, the tension releasing in like a bolt of lightning as the orgasm crashes through me.
It’s the biggest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had and I realize I’m still screaming.
It has to be because I’m in heat. I certainly feel like I am.
I’m burning up, and not just my ass. My core is now stuck in a constant state of euphoria.
Even with the others, I didn’t feel this kind of lust. It didn’t feel like I completely lost control before, but I feel like that now.
“That’s it,” he roars, still hammering his length into me. “Let me feel what I do to you.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out incoherently, squeezing the quilt in both of my fists as the pleasure continues to destroy me.
The orgasm doesn’t fade. It keeps shooting bliss into my veins with every thrust, wave after wave crashing into me until I can barely breathe.
Still, my body responds. My pussy is gushing with arousal.
I’m crying with pleasure. Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel Jaxton throbbing inside me, pulsating with the same need.
“Fuck!” he roars, then he drives his as deep as he can go.
A warm sensation floods my passage. I’m still orgasming on his massive cock as it stays balls-deep inside me while he ejaculates. My walls clench and flutter and seize, like I’m trying to milk him dry.
“Ansley,” he gasps, his fingers tightening on my hips. “You’re making me knot.”
Jaxton starts to swell inside me, just like I’ve felt with his brothers, except it doesn’t stop. My pussy is stretched until it aches, and I let out a whimpering cry, but my body is still in a constant state of orgasm, the sensation almost painful as I spasm around his knot.
“We’re locked together now, my sweet mate,” Jaxton croons. “Bonded in a way I never thought I would truly feel. It’s incredible.”
“It feels so good,” I moan, my body convulsing on his engorged cock.
Time seems to lose all meaning. I’m in this moment with Jaxton and nothing else matters. I’m being knotted. Claimed in a way that defies their logic and mine. I’m writhing with pleasure, the orgasm still radiating with quick vibrations of pleasure that keep me trapped in a haze.
Finally, I hear Jaxton speak again.
“And now, I’m going to mark you,” Jaxton growls. “So that the entire world knows who you belong to.”
I hear a gnashing of teeth and don’t know what to expect until I feel his fangs on my shoulder. He bites down, breaking skin, making me cry out, even as I remain trapped in blissful pleasure.
“Mine,” he says, licking the spot where he marked me and tasting my blood. “All fucking mine.”