Chapter 31 #2
The knot begins to recede and after it does, he slowly pulls out. I feel so empty I can’t see straight. My pussy is still quivering and throbbing, and I haven’t stopped coming. Even when Jaxton is gone, the need doesn’t go away.
“More,” I whine, sounding as needy as I feel. “I need more.”
“I got what you need, mate,” Storm growls, moving behind me. “I said I was all in and I meant it. You may belong to my brothers, but you also belong to me.”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips grinding against him until I feel his cock between my thighs.
“Just like a she-wolf in heat,” he groans, pushing into me. “Fuck, you really do feel good.”
Storm doesn’t waste any time. He grabs me around the waist, fingers digging into the soft skin, and delivers a hard thrust that sinks every inch of his length into me in one continuous drive. He’s massive like his brothers, but the fullness is exactly what I crave.
“Still orgasming from Jaxton, huh?” Storm chuckles as he settles into a rhythm. “Let’s see if I can make you scream my name, too.”
The orgasm feels like it will never end. Storm’s rhythm continues at a steady pace for a while, then he starts hammering into me harder and faster, with deep, powerful thrusts that stroke the sensitive spot inside that’s already sizzling with pleasure.
“I’ve only had your scent for a matter of hours,” Storm groans. “I can’t believe that Hayden and Remy survived for days without claiming you. I would have never been that strong.”
“You don’t have to be,” I gasp.
“No! Thank fuck.”
Storm fucks me like an animal, which is exactly what he is beneath his skin. They all are. Hungry wolves that have been denied this for too long. Denied mates. Denied love. It would be a privilege to be claimed by any one of them, but I’m meant for all five of them.
The pleasure continues to radiate, then I feel something else building. Another orgasm, begging to be given life. But how? I’m already coming. I’m already locked in this perpetual orgasmic mode, being rutted by a wolf who is desperate to fill me with his seed.
“Storm!” I scream, another release sweeping through me like a tsunami.
“Fuck!” Storm roars, then his thrusts become desperate. “I thought you were already… God damn!”
My orgasm gets stronger. Two that merge into one. It turns my brain to mush, and my limbs become weak, like every part of my body has given into the pleasure and melted. Like I don’t have enough willpower left to control anything else.
“And you’re still going,” Storm groans. “I can’t…”
Storm’s erratic thrusts turn into a singular, angled lunge that goes deep inside me.
He shudders and shakes as he comes, thick ropes of semen erupting from the head of his cock.
Then he swells until he’s knotted inside me, locking us together while the stronger orgasm causes my inner muscles to pulse around him, continuing to beg him for more.
“You’re going to wear my mark, too, mate,” Storm growls, then his teeth sink into my other shoulder.
It doesn’t hurt this time. I don’t think my brain can process pain anymore. Every neuron and synapse is focused on the pleasure of Storm’s knot inside me.
Storm licks the spot where he marked me and pulls away as his knot deflates. I ache when his cock is removed. I can feel the trickle of blood from the bite. Feel it already drying on my other shoulder. If I could feel pain, I’m sure I’d be in agony, but all I want is more of my mates.
“And now you’re mine again,” my sweet Wyatt says, taking Storm’s place. “I claimed you on pelts, like my ancestors, but that wasn’t a true claiming. That was just a tease. I know that now.”
Despite the overwhelming need I know he is feeling, Wyatt is still gentle. Almost too gentle. He sinks slowly, carefully into my swollen pussy, his hands on my hips, but not digging in.
“You’re going to make me come before I even get a chance to really fuck you,” Wyatt groans. “But that’s okay. This feels too good to care. Too perfect.”
Wyatt’s rhythm isn’t hard or fast, just a tender stoking of the flames already burning out of control.
My body adjusts and I feel the head of his cock stroking perfectly over my g-spot, creating new sensations.
I don’t feel like I need more than this right now.
This is perfect. I’m already trapped in an orgasm, every clench and flutter sending pleasure singing through my body, and I hope his, too.
It doesn’t take Wyatt long. I feel him throbbing as he gets close, and my body reacts.
Not with another shattering orgasm, thankfully, because I’m already close to being overstimulated.
This is a deep rolling wave that meets the undulations of his hips, our movements becoming one as he brings me into new and profound state of complete euphoria as he climaxes inside me.
“I felt that the way I feel poetry,” Wyatt rasps, his grip finally tightening when he starts to swell inside me. “But this… oh, this is what I was made for.”
Wyatt’s knot stretches me and I gasp, my body shaking on his engorged length as it stays buried inside my pussy. I have no doubt that I’m his. Just like I’m Storm’s. Just like I’m Jaxton’s. Soon, I will feel that same bond with all five.
“And now for my mark,” Wyatt sighs, leaning down until his breath is on my neck. “Just a nip, I promise.”
Wyatt doesn’t roar. He doesn’t sink his teeth into me. He kisses, sucks just a tiny bit of skin into his mouth and bites down. I feel his teeth. Feel the blood. But it doesn’t hurt. I’m not sure it would hurt even if I could feel pain right now.
As soon as Wyatt is gone, I feel Remy. My body is still convulsing. Still aching with raw need. Remy doesn’t keep me waiting. He slides into me smoothly, going just a little deeper than his brothers when his balls are against my trembling folds.
“Damn, you really are in heat,” his deep voice making me shiver. Then he begins to move his hips.
Quick, deep thrusts ease the heat as orgasms surge through me like a constant vibration of ecstasy. Remy just adds to the pleasure, driving his cock into me while my body adjusts, recognize it’s mate.
“This feels a lot different from the other times,” Remy pants his words in time with his steadily driving quick thrusts into me. “Can tell you’re in heat. Tell your body is begging to be bred. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Our future growing inside your belly.”
“Yes, yes, please!” I cry out, my body shuddering, his words matching the feeling coiled inside me.
Remy doesn’t last as long as he usually does, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m overstimulated in the best possible way.
The quilt is so tight in my fists my nails have dug through it into my palm.
All I feel is pure pleasure and Remy’s throbbing cock, every needy twitch causing ripples like I feel when an orgasm peaks.
“Remy, oh Remy!” I scream, then I feel him erupt inside me.
Like his brothers, he slams himself deep, pressing against my cervix, and lets my fluttering walls do the rest. I milk him greedily as he ejaculates, knots, and locks us together. His knot doesn’t recede as quickly and he comes again before he’s finally done. Still, my body craves more.
“Mine,” Remy growls, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into my back.
His mark is below the others, close to my left shoulder blade. His fangs gnash against the top of my ribs when he bites down, leaving me bloody and marked, his tongue licking away what flows from my wound. I’d be in agony if I could feel it.
But still I need more. The mating ritual isn’t done. As Remy pulls away, the seed of my mates spills out of me and drips down my thighs.
“Hayden,” I groan, “I need you… I need…”
“Your Alpha,” Hayden’s deep, commanding voice vibrates through my body, bringing with it a deep sense of being protected and cherished.
My first mate settles his hard grip on my already bruised hips.
“Soon you’ll have five Alphas that crave you as much as I do.
But my knot should finish the mating ritual. ”
Hayden’s big, thick, pre-cum slick cock enters me with brutal force. He’s still bigger than his brothers right now. He stretches me to my limit, and my brutalized, needy pussy clenches around him, begging for the powerful thrusts only he can deliver.
“Beg for it, mate,” Hayden’s demanding tone dominates me completely. “Beg for me to breed you.”
“Please, Hayden,” I am almost sobbing, my body still shaking and shuddering. “I want your baby in my belly. Please!”
Hayden’s first thunderous thrust rocks the bed. The wood protests beneath us, but it doesn’t deter him, and he builds to a tempo that I don’t think I could stand if I wasn’t in heat. He was holding back before, but he’s definitely not holding back now.
“You’re going to save our pack, Ansley. It’s your pack now, too, just as much as it is ours,” Hayden’s profound words are punctuated by his brutal thrusts. “Five Alphas. One mate. Enough children to save our kind.”
I suddenly realize that’s the future I crave, too.
Not the one my grandfather’s expectations set for me.
Not the one I’ve worked so hard for. This.
Being with them. Being their mate and the mother of their children.
Saving them from extinction by giving birth to the next generation of wolf shifters.
In the back of my overheated mind, I wonder if they will all be wolves.
I’m certainly not. I guess we’ll find out.
“Hayden… Yes, please, don’t stop,” I beg, every flutter of my orgasm making me crave more.
I sink into the mattress, my vision going white. For a moment, it feels like a vision, but nothing appears. Just pure pleasure as the strange aura surrounds me. I sense the others watching me, as their Alpha takes what is his.
Then my vision tunnels and I’m staring at the mattress again, something building inside me that feels like it may tear me apart. I gasp, but I can’t speak. I scream, but even that sounds muffled.
The bed keeps shaking. I keep orgasming, but another one is building, coming up from beneath the pleasure that’s already unraveling me.
“Haaaayden!” I scream loud and long.
I come so hard, it feels like everything inside me snaps. Bones, muscles, even my soul, torn apart and pulled back together with a mighty release that is met by Hayden’s now erratic thrusts.
“My mate!” he yells. “Our mate!” Then he roars as his own orgasm overtakes him and I feel his seed jetting into my deepest places.
“Finally,” he groans, his cock already swelling. “Now you’ll be knotted by an Alpha.”
The intense stretch and burn register, but I’m too overcome with pleasure to care. My orgasm peaks while he knots, and once we’re joined together, I still shake violently. So violently Hayden has to lean over me and wrap his arms around me to hold me steady.
It feels like we’re connected on some deeper level now. One stronger than fate. Stronger even than this physical mating. It’s a bond. An eternal bond, and now, there is nothing missing.
“This will mark you as mine, just like you’ve been marked by my brothers,” Hayden growls, then his teeth sink into the back of my neck.
I’ve been marked. Claimed. Possibly even bred. I’m covered in sweat, blood, and I have them running down my thighs like a river.
But the mating ritual is finally complete. We are complete.