Chapter 49
Harper
We all go upstairs and end up in the master bedroom by unspoken agreement. Someone, probably Lainey, has cleaned up in the time since I was last here, and everything is righted and the sheets are fresh and clean on the bed.
Everett steps forward and cups my face, searching my eyes with his own for a moment. Everything I need to know is there on his face, the proof that he wants this and just how much.
He unbuttons my shirt with his firm fingers, pulling it off before helping me get comfortable on the bed.
My heart is racing as he touches me, and when he moves in behind me, everything in me tenses with anticipation. With one hand he pulls down the waistband of my pants, getting them out of the way, and then settles his other hand on my hip.
When he gets himself out of his own pants, I can feel the heat of him. He’s hard already, and he spreads my legs, guiding his cock right to my pussy. With one deliberate, deep stroke, he pushes into me. No warm up, no warning.
The stretch burns, and I choke on a gasp as my body tries to acclimate on the fly to his size. But by now I’m used to taking him. My body knows his, and it doesn’t take long before my pussy floods with wetness, loosening up to make room for him like he belongs there.
He tightens his grip on my hips, holding me still. “Right here,” he groans. “Right here is where I want you.”
I nod, swallowing hard, and then he starts to fuck into me. Each stroke is deep and snapping. He buries himself to the hilt each time, grinding his hips forward to really make sure I feel everything he’s giving me.
I lean into it, taking it all. The friction burns at first, just this side of too much with no prep, but even that starts to feel good after a while. The sharp edge of it rides the line between pleasure and pain, keeping me off balance in a way that lets the sensation wash over me.
Everett grunts behind me, and he’s holding on so tightly that I know I’m going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers after this. Another set of marks to add to the collection, in addition to the ones I’ve asked for today.
But I want them all. I want all the proof that I’m theirs and they want me. Every little thing they can give me, I crave.
Moans fall from my lips as he fucks into me harder, slamming his cock right into the place where I’m the most sensitive. I sob out a noise of pleasure, trying to tell him how good it feels without really being able to form words. It’s overwhelming, but I don’t want him to stop.
“You’re perfect,” Everett growls. “You take me so fucking well. No one else could take me the way you do. No one else could feel this good wrapped around my cock. You’re ours. You’re always going to be ours.”
I nod eagerly because yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want to be theirs completely, full of them, with no room for anything or anyone else.
His thrusts punch guttural noises out of me, and I can feel the rush of pleasure bearing down. My pussy starts to clench, muscles going tight with the tension that comes before the release.
I gasp Everett’s name, sounding broken and wrecked already, just from this. Maybe it’s how deep he’s fucking into me, or maybe it’s the knowledge of what comes next.
“Are you close?” he asks. “Tell me, starlight. Tell me when you’re close.”
“Close,” I pant. “Oh my god, I’m so close, please.”
He growls again and then leans over my body so he can clamp his teeth into the curve of my neck. He bites down hard enough to leave his mark and stake his claim, and I cry out from the feeling of it.
I jerk around him, moaning and sobbing, my orgasm breaking over me like a dam spilling everywhere. Heat blooms from the bite, and it seems to course all the way through me as I shake through the pleasure of my climax.
Everett keeps fucking me through it until his hips stutter and his own release finds him, making his knot swell and lock inside me. He grinds his dick into me anyway, letting me feel the knot stretching me and how deep inside he is.
“Perfect,” he groans. “Fuck, Harper.”
We catch our breaths until he softens, and when he finally pulls out, he gathers me into his arms, kissing my forehead gently.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
I smile at him, feeling overcome already, but not even close to ready to stop. “I’m good,” I say. “I’m so good.”
As he eases off, Cash slips in front of me. He’s breathing hard and his eyes are so bright. He’s stripped out of his clothes in the time Everett was fucking me, and his cock is flushed and hard and wet. Ready to give me everything I want.
I only tear my eyes away from the sight of him when he pulls me to straddle him, tearing off my panties and tossing them over his shoulder.
He drags his fingers down my stomach and between my legs, lighting a fire in me along that trail.
I shiver from the feeling, bucking closer when he slides his hand along my slit, dipping into me briefly.
His fingers are followed by his cock as I settle, and now that I’m wet from Everett’s cum and my own orgasm, he slides into me with no problems at all, bottoming out as our hips press flush against each other.
“Harper,” he murmurs, kissing my chest. His breath is warm against my skin, and he nuzzles against me. The kisses trail up to the soft skin just below my collarbone, and he bites down there.
“Fuck,” I groan, arching down into him and sliding my hands into his hair. I tug at it, not to pull him away, but just to have something to do with my hands because of how good it feels.
My hips rock against him, taking him in deeper. It’s slow and unhurried, a contrast to the way Everett fucked me with such intensity. But Cash is the easygoing one, the steady one with the bright eyes and warm smile, which I can feel against my skin now.
He sucks on the bite mark for a while, pressing his tongue to the sting of it, which makes my pussy spasm around him.
“Hold on,” he says, grabbing onto me so he can roll me onto my back on the bed. His cock slips out in the process, and he presses it back inside, starting slow and thick.
His pace is like that, deep, slow strokes that I feel all the way through my body. Every inch of his cock drags against the sensitive inner walls of my pussy, making me shiver hard with each one.
His strokes hold a question and a promise in every one, and I understand exactly what he’s trying to convey to me. My body arches against him, meeting him in the middle, desperate to try to answer what he’s saying.
“Want you like this all the time,” he says. “Under me, over me, however I can have you. You’re so incredible, songbird. You’re everything.”
“You too,” I tell him, looking into his eyes. “Want you too. Please don’t stop.”
“Won’t,” he promises. “Couldn’t even if I tried.”
Eventually, I’m trembling, worked up and overloaded with sensation. The heat in my gut is simmering over, spreading all the way through me, unchecked.
That’s when Cash bites me again. He sinks his teeth right into the hollow of my shoulder, close to my jugular. The pain sharpens to pleasure almost instantly, and I come hard, with his cock buried deep inside me.
“Fuck, Harper,” he groans, hips bucking as he fucks me harder until he’s coming as well, filling me up. He knots me, and holds me as I shake after my orgasm, whispering soft words against my skin until he can pull out.
And then Lincoln is there, kneeling in front of me, touching my face and down my arms. It’s gentle, but there’s something raw in it too.
I’m aching and sticky now, but this won’t be complete until Lincoln takes his turn, so when he shifts so Cash can move and he can take his spot, I go to him eagerly.
His shoulder is still tender, and it should be in the sling, but I don’t say anything about that. Not when he’s right here, hard and ready and about to give me what I want so badly.
There will be time for resting later.
Lincoln lines himself up and pushes into me, pulling me into a kiss as he slides in slow. The heat stretches between us, our mouths moving together while he works himself inside me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, dragging him deeper, and I savor the noise he makes when he’s all the way in. It’s a deep, satisfied sound, like he’s at home here as I am with him.
He starts to move, setting an easy pace, working in and out of me like he wants to take his time.
“I’ve never wanted this with anyone else,” he murmurs, stroking my hair back and looking into my eyes. “I never thought I’d do this. I was always afraid of claiming something I might lose.”
I nod because I know what he means, and I understand why he felt that way. It feels amazing to be the one he wanted to claim badly enough to not be held back by his pain.
“This makes it worth it,” he says. “Makes me want to not end up alone so I can have you. So I can have this. All of us together.”
He presses in deeper, letting me feel the conviction in his words and in his thrusts.
“I love you,” I tell him, gasping as heat surges. “And I’m glad you wanted to do this. I’m glad we’re doing this, and I’m glad you’re here.”
Lincoln kisses me again, nipping at my bottom lip and sliding his tongue into my mouth like he wants to lay his claim there as well. I shiver against him, clenching around his cock as everything in me boils to a fever pitch.
It’s emotion and arousal, the deep knowledge that I’m wanted and loved. I’m going to come again, and before I can tell Lincoln that, it feels like he already knows.
He leans down so he can bite me, setting his teeth into the flesh just above my hip. It’s a slow, deliberate mark, and I feel it when that seals the bond.
I shudder hard, pressing into him, sobbing as my orgasm takes me. Lincoln fucks me through it, and then soon enough he’s following me over the edge, knotting me and pulling me up and into his lap as he does.
I pant for breath and stay there, my arms around him, my body shuddering through the release.
In the aftermath, the room is quiet. All the tension from before has burst, leaving only the heavy weight of what was done between us. We lie tangled in the sheets, the bruises on my body already warming into purple, so full of meaning.
I run my fingers over each mark, all three of them fresh and burning, and something settles inside me. I’m their mate now. Their real mate. I’m not half marked or rejected, not desperate to hope they’ll want me. Right now I’m just claimed and safe and theirs.
“You still with us?” Everett asks, reaching over to touch me.
I nod, turning my head to look at him. “Always.”
That makes them all smile at the promise in my tone. And I mean it. I don’t know if I’ve meant anything more in a long time.
“I don’t think I can move for a while though,” I add. “Everything is sore.”
“You don’t have to,” Cash says. “Like I keep telling you, we’ll take care of you. You’re ours now, and that means you always have us to look after you when you need it.”
Emotions swell inside me, and it takes me a second to realize they’re not all mine.
I can feel their feelings as well, through the bond—protectiveness, peace, fierce love—and it echoes a lot of what I’m feeling, amplifying it all.
It grounds me instead of being overwhelming, steadying me.
It hits me like nothing else ever could.
All that I need is this. My pack. My family.