Chapter 25 #2
“You’re everything,” Arrow murmurs near my ear, kissing just below it. “Look at how you cling to Luke. I fucking love it.”
“You’re ours,” Holt adds, voice a gravelly low hum against my collarbone. “And you know it.”
Luke leans in and growls in my ear, “You want to wear my mark like you wear Holt’s?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please… please…”
His teeth graze the other side of my neck, and my entire body tenses with anticipation, slick pulsing between my legs as he builds up momentum, thrusting into me over and over. I’m breathless.
“Beg for it,” he demands.
“Fuck me. Mark me,” I whimper. “Make me yours. Claim me.”
He sinks his teeth into the softness of my upper breast and thrusts deeper, groaning against my skin as I scream, legs tightening around him, nails clawing into his back. It’s too much. Too good. Everything burns in the best way. And he fucks me like a machine, the whole damn bed shuddering.
“You see that?” Holt’s voice is low, possessive. “That’s ours.”
Arrow murmurs, “So fucking perfect.”
Luke keeps going, pounding into me faster, sweat dripping down his brow, hips snapping hard. He’s too far gone. His body slams into mine with brutal force, and I moan like I’ve lost my mind. I want it. I want all of it. My body demands more.
But just when I feel the pressure building again, right on the edge, he growls and pulls out, dragging my whimper from deep inside my chest.
“You want us?” Luke pants, his cock twitching against my stomach, still hard, and not coming yet. “Then you’ll have all of us.”
He shifts aside, and before I can catch my breath, Arrow slides between my legs, gripping my thighs. His cock is thick and veined, flushed and ready.
“I’ve been waiting to feel you,” he mutters, pressing his head against my soaked entrance. “Bet you’re still twitching from Luke.”
He pushes that heavy cock into me slowly, watching my face, and I arch again, sobbing at the pressure, the fullness. He’s wider, stretching me again in new ways, and I cry out as he bottoms out with a groan.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” he hisses. “Hot and soaked. That pretty cunt already swallowed me whole.”
My hips jerk, body rolling up into him. I can’t stop the moan that rips out of me.
Holt leans over me, one hand on my breast, kneading, while he watches Arrow fuck me slow and deep. “You like it when we take turns on you, baby? You want to know how different we all feel?”
“Yes,” I choke out, tears in my eyes from how intense everything is. “God, yes.”
Luke leans in, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re ours now.” And he runs this thumb across the bite mark where he drew blood over my breast.
Then Arrow starts to move faster. Every thrust punches the breath out of me. The room tilts. I sense every ridge of him, every vein, dragging inside me. My toes curl, and I clutch at his back, keening when Holt reaches an arm between Arrow and me, and his thumb rubs my clit.
“Let her feel it,” Holt mutters, teeth at my ear. “Let her come on your cock, Arrow.”
“I’m close,” I sob. “I’m—please—I’m gonna?—”
Arrow growls. His hand curls around the back of my neck as he leans down, breath hot against my skin.
“Time to make it official,” he rasps.
And then his teeth, sharp and unrelenting, sink into the opposite side of my neck to where Holt bit me.
Pain flares white-hot for a split second, stealing the air from my lungs, but then it crashes into a wave of pure, overwhelming heat.
My body jerks beneath him, caught in that line between agony and euphoria.
I half scream, half sob, my fingers clawing at him, my pussy clenching around him like I’m trying to hold on to something solid in the flood swallowing me whole.
The moment his teeth break the skin, something in me snaps.
It’s not just a bite. It’s a claim completed by three Alphas, and my body knows it, feels it, accepts it in a way that goes beyond flesh.
The marks sear into me, into the bond that ties us together, and I feel Arrow, Luke, and Holt now, feel that their presence is another heartbeat pounding inside me. It’s raw, primal, unshakable.
He licks the wound slowly, tongue soothing over the sting until it pulses with warmth and settles into a deep, aching throb.
“You’re perfect like this,” he murmurs against my skin. “Wearing our marks, naked, and dripping.”
My scent shifts, thick and saturated with bond-slick heat, the instinctual, biological reaction to being fully owned by my pack. I’m no longer unclaimed. I’m theirs. The marks burn with a living heat that glows through my skin and settles into my bones.
Emotion wells up alongside the pleasure, a tidal wave I can’t outrun. Tears sting my eyes, not from pain or fear, but from the intensity of it all. The way my body recognizes them, wants them, belongs to them. The bond settles over me like a second skin, alive and electric.
Arrow lifts his head and looks down at me, his eyes wild with hunger, lips smeared with my blood and sweat, and in that moment, I’ve never felt more desired… more theirs .
Then he groans and slams into me, and my climax shreds me from the inside out. I scream again, louder this time, mouth open in a silent cry before sound rips from my throat. My whole body shakes as he fights through it, fucking me hard until I can’t take another second.
And then, with a curse, he pulls out, panting, cock glistening.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “She’s too sweet. I nearly?—”
“My turn,” Holt growls, already sliding into place.
He doesn’t wait.
With one hard thrust, he fills me, taking me with force. I cry out again, but this time I’m ready. My hips roll up, greedy, already chasing more. He’s just as powerful and dominating as he was last night.
He’s rough. Brutal in the way I crave. His grip bruises. His body pounds into mine like he has something to prove. Holt has always been the one who marks with force and keeps others away.
But now, I’m open to all of them. And he’s staking his claim all over again.
He growls, teeth scraping my neck where he’s already marked me. “We’re gonna knot you, beautiful.”
I call out, not just from the promise but also from the pleasure. He’s hitting something deep, something primal, and my legs shake violently.
“Do it,” I sob. “Take me. Make me yours.”
He hisses a curse and buries himself to the hilt, then slows just enough to draw it out, his voice guttural. “You want to be filled by all three of us, baby? You want to be dripping for days?”
I nod frantically, beyond words, every inch of me quivering under him. “Give it to me?—”
Holt draws out of me with a groan, and my whole body jolts, still trembling from the high Arrow just gave me. My lips part, but no sound comes out as I try to breathe, try to remember how to exist in a body that no longer belongs to just me.
“Come here, beautiful,” Holt murmurs, and I blink up to find him crouched at the edge of the bed, his arms out.
He lifts me effortlessly, like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his chest. I melt into him, my skin still flushed and damp.
He carries me across the room, and that’s when I notice a fireplace tucked into the corner.
But Holt flicks a switch, and suddenly the room is bathed in a golden, flickering glow.
He kneels and lowers me onto a thick, furry blanket spread in front of the fire. The plush softness kisses my knees, and I gasp at the contrast of warmth on one side, the fire’s heat on the other.
Then they join me. All of them. Holt moves aside to let his friends come closer.
Arrow kneels in front of me, completely naked, eyes burning. Luke settles behind me, his warmth seeping into my spine as his arms cage me gently. I’m caught between them, their scents surrounding me, their hands brushing along my ribs, my thighs, my hips.
My head falls back against Luke’s shoulder. I’m trembling again, but it’s not from nerves this time. It’s from want. Craving. My body hums, alive and greedy. I turn my face and steal a kiss from Arrow, and he groans into my mouth like I’ve just saved him.
Luke kisses my neck from behind, while Arrow’s mouth on mine is devastatingly addictive. I’m drowning in attention. Then Arrow shifts, drawing me closer, lifting one of my thighs with his strong hand and guiding it around his waist, then the next leg until I’m in his embrace, legs hugging his hips.
He grips my hips and lowers me onto his waiting cock, and I gasp as he finds me again, sliding in deep. There’s no hesitation. No pause. Just perfect, overwhelming thickness.
A sound escapes me. Not a moan. Not a gasp.
A purr.
It rises from my chest without warning, vibrating against Arrow’s mouth as he kisses me again. He grins against my lips. “There she is.”
Behind me, Luke’s hand slides down, firm against my spine, then lower. His fingers trace between my ass cheeks, and I stiffen from the anticipation. My breath catches.
“I’ll be slow,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear.
“I want it,” I whisper back, shocked by how much I mean it.
At first, his finger teases my ass, and I squirm on Arrow’s cock, gasping, the dual sensation already wrecking me. Then he presses his big cock into me slowly, opening me with care. My mouth falls open.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Arrow rocks up into me gradually, the sensation different but just as exciting, and I shudder.
Luke pushes deeper, and I moan.
It’s so much. So full. I don’t know where one sensation ends and the next begins. They move in a rhythm, Luke behind me, Arrow in front of me, finding a pace that has me purring.
My head falls back on Luke’s shoulder again, my arms draped around Arrow’s neck. I can barely hold myself up, but they do. They hold me like they were made to. Arrow’s hands grip my hips, grounding me as Luke gropes my breasts.
Then Holt steps forward.
I blink, tears already burning the corners of my eyes from the overload. Holt is hard. Bare. Towering over us with the firelight showing every carved edge of him. His eyes are locked on mine as he fists the base of his cock, dragging the tip along my lips.
He doesn’t need to say a word. I open willingly.
He guides himself into my mouth, and I take him deeper, letting my jaw stretch to accommodate him. My mouth is slick, eager, and I suck him down, working him the way I know he needs.
The moment is obscene. Beautiful. All three of them inside me in some way, their bodies claiming every part of mine. I’m gasping for air, drooling around Holt as I bounce between Arrow and Luke, our breaths loud and desperate.
They fall into a pattern.
Arrow groans. Luke growls. Holt curses, his hand tangling in my hair.
I’m losing myself, unraveling, every nerve on fire.
“You’re gonna take our knots, baby,” Luke grits out.
Arrow licks at my neck over the mark he left earlier. “Then we’ll rest, and when you’re ready, we’ll do it again. And again.”
I cry out, or try to. My mouth is full, but a whimper escapes around Holt as he pushes deeper.
They keep moving, slow and relentless, filling me, stretching me, loving me in every way they know how. I’m climbing again.
And then I detonate.
It hits like lightning. My entire body locks, my vision whites out, and I scream around Holt’s cock, the sound muffled but desperate. They don’t stop. Not until they’re following me over the edge.
Arrow groans and stills in front of me, his knot swelling as he locks deep. Luke curses, thrusting once more and then pressing in tight, his knot stretching me.
Holt spills into my mouth with a growl, and I swallow greedily, dazed and whimpering.
It’s too much.
I can’t take it.
I’m crying, gasping, trembling.
But I love it.
“So full,” Luke says, voice shaking. “You’re taking everything.”
“Gonna knock you up, baby,” Arrow whispers against my cheek. “You’ll be so beautiful, swollen with our babies.”
“Pregnant and barefoot, glowing in our bed,” Holt murmurs. “You were made for this. Made for us.”
I sob.
Not from pain.
From love.
Holt pulls out of my mouth gently, wiping the corner of my lips with his thumb. I lick it. My chest heaves as I gasp for air.
The ache is gone.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel sated. Not just in my body, but in my soul.
I feel loved.
Cared for.
Wanted.
Tears spill freely down my cheeks, and I don’t try to hide them.
Holt cups my jaw, brushing them away with his fingers.
“You deserve all of this,” he whispers. “Everything.”
“Even when I didn’t think I did?” I rasp.
“Especially then,” Luke adds, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“You’re ours,” Arrow adds, his voice cracking. “And we take care of what’s ours.”
I let them hold me.
Let them rock me.
Let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, I was never too broken to be loved this completely.