Chapter Three
Nyx
The next morning I wake in Maverick’s bed to a deep, rumbling voice. But thankfully, it’s not Alpha Daxton’s mind link interrupting my sleep to summon me to a meeting or bad news.
Maverick’s warm, firm length slides into my cunt before I can fully blink awake, a low moan escaping my lips as pleasure ricochets up my entire body. Arms tighten around my torso from behind, hips pushing into my ass as a hand covers my breast and starts tugging my pink nipple.
Well—this is even better than coffee. There’s no delay waiting for caffeine to hit, my body instantly lighting up and awareness seeping in with each jolt of his cock into me.
“Good morning,” I greet breathlessly, angling my leg over his hip a little higher while my hand covers his on my chest.
Maverick just grunts quietly in reply, pressing his lips to the nape of my neck.
Suddenly, it dawns on me that the delicious dream I was having moments before wasn’t just my imagination.
Though, I won’t voice out loud that the images my mind was conjuring up featured three alphas, and not just this infuriating, handsome specimen of a man behind me.
However, the imagery of soft, warm fingers teasing my clit and disappearing into my body was supported by real life re-enactment and the reason consciousness returned.
For once, I have no complaints about being woken up. Hell, he can do this every damn morning if he likes.
Just provided, you know, the other two can also make an appearance here and then…
Shit.
The idea of the three of them taking me at the same time coincides with an exceptionally well-timed deep thrust, making me squeal and moan rather loudly. My mind circles back to the bedroom in Cade’s house when Lex and Maverick teamed up for the first time ever.
Double shit.
My body remembers that encounter very well—a momentous day that will replay in my mind possibly forever. And it has nothing to do with the fact I was ‘rescued’ from my wolf-nappers…
“You can do better than that,” Maverick murmurs against my neck, teeth dragging sharply along my tender skin.
I have half a mind to ask him what he’s talking about when suddenly, my body starts aching after he quickly withdraws.
Before I can process it, strong hands flip me onto my stomach, before moving down to my legs and spreading my thighs apart in one swift, rough motion.
Maverick thrusts into me again, hard and fast, pausing for only a brief second. I fill the silence of the pause with a pleasured scream, my hands grasping a nearby pillow for leverage and support.
“Again,” Maverick demands, and it all clicks.
Scream for me.
Apparently, my witty personality and ability to successfully retort vanishes during a good dicking, all self-sense of challenging nature going out the window as Maverick easily drags another scream out of my mouth.
He buries himself to the hilt inside my body, pushing me to the delicate border of pleasure and pain. With each thrust, my cunt threatens to join the screaming match as it’s forced to take his unforgiving length. But I’ll be damned if I let him stop.
Maverick is an extension of my body and there’s nothing else I want right in this moment, the two of us building up a literal sweat as the bed starts rocking in time with his powerful movements.
The bedhead whacks against the wall in rhythmic procession and Maverick covers my back with his body, layering his hands atop of mine.
“Come on, Nyx,” he whispers heatedly in my ear, effectively pinning me down. “Scream for me.”
Our fingers lace as small cracking sounds join our ragged breathing and vocal expressions. I’m too far gone to give a shit or connect the dots that it’s the wall, but something does manage to grab my attention.
“Well… Someone is having a good morning.”
“I’ll say.”
At first, I think I’m starting to hallucinate from the head spins or that Maverick is perhaps fucking me into another universe. But when Maverick also pauses suddenly, grip tightening on the backs of my hands, I find myself craning my neck to look at the doorway.
Nothing.
Empty.
Not a single soul or celestial entity in the room.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Maverick growls, annoyed.
“What?” I ask in complete bewilderment, hoping he has some answers or reasonable explanation.
Maybe I am still asleep and dreaming. That’s really the only explanation for the weird detour my morning power-up mission has taken.
“Yeah… what?” comes the familiar voice again, the question full of amusement and playful sarcasm. And this time I know I’m not fucking hallucinating or distracted.
Horror shoots through me, eyes widening as I mimic a statue. It can only mean one thing.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting this. That’s for sure,” Lex laughs dryly. “But please, feel free to continue. Don’t mind us.”
US?!
“She’s freaking out, isn’t she?” Cade asks, still amused and clearly entertained by this latest development.
“She’s not the only one,” Maverick snaps back. And if I hadn’t already connected the dots, the absence of physical sound in the room from the man still buried inside me would be the absolute confirmation.
I tense up in realization, the action earning me a groan from Maverick as my body also clamps down around his length. “How the fuck are you both mind linking me—no, us—right now?! And why?!”
“Hey,” Cade says defensively. “Don’t blame me. I was enjoying my sleep when I was blissfully awoken by your screams.”
Maverick snorts victoriously behind me. I free one of my hands from under his, flailing it blindly backwards in his direction as best as I can. I manage to make gentle contact against the odds and awkward angle, but my grievance toward his ego is short-lived when Lex’s voice floats through again.
“I assume this is a perk to the mate bond, especially now since all bonds have been completed.”
“No, no, no, no, no…” I repeat out loud, horrified. “This can’t be happening.”
Cade bursts out laughing. “Well, look at it this way—this will be surprisingly helpful for when we leave later. An instant connection between the four packs at any time.”
“I’m not some fucking flesh telepathic telephone,” I snap back, though I have to admit, he’s right.
If this shared mate bond has somehow given us all the ability to mind link, including them, not only will it help for when they travel back to their respective territories and we’re separated, but we’ll be able to have an advantage when dealing with Orson and the Seventh Circle Pack.
But… did we have to do this RIGHT NOW?!
Cade just laughs again while Lex hums in response. “Pillow princess over there might have still been sleeping but I wasn’t. Mind link or not, there’s nothing quiet about you, Red.”
“Excellent,” Maverick mutters smugly, earning another pathetic whack from me.
“Blame him,” I grumble. “I was also asleep.”
There’s a short pause before, “Maverick’s a screamer? Huh–—I did not expect that. You sound a little high pitched, Mav.”
I can practically feel Cade’s cocky smile, and I instantly tense up in preparation for Maverick’s incoming explosive response.
To my surprise, and equal horror, Maverick just huffs, slowly pulling back.
Disappointment starts to fill me as my body, clearly not bothered by this revelation and annoyed that he’s abandoning his position, complains and tenses up in protest. The huff is replaced by a throaty growl as I clamp down and squeeze his length, subconsciously in a poor attempt to lock him into place.
Just as Maverick’s cock is about to leave entirely, he suddenly jolts forward, slamming back into me.
I’m not sure if the scream is physical or in my mind this time, but I have to fight my body’s completely irrational and unserious position in this discussion, words quickly tumbling from my lips.
“What are you doing?” I hiss at Maverick through an unconsented moan.
“Finishing what I started.”
Another thrust. Then again. It takes three of them before my brain catches up to reality.
“They… can… hear,” I argue weakly between breaths. “Shit.”
Stubble brushes against my shoulder blade as Maverick kisses my burning skin. “Good. Let them hear what I do to you.”
I try one more time to protest, but the words die off as another extraordinarily deep thrust causes a loud crack. I lift my head, cheeks flushing at the clear broken hole in the wall.
It’s suddenly ripped out of my line of vision as the man behind me grabs my hips, rotating us in one quick movement. My thighs tighten on their own accord on either side of his waist before he tugs me down, impaling me fully.
Staring down at him, I do my best to look annoyed, resting my palms on his sweat covered chest.
“What are you doing?” I ask out loud through gritted teeth.
Maverick smirks up at me, squeezing my hips. “I don’t know what you mean.”
I might actually smother him with a pillow. My eyes dart to the fluffy object above his head, seriously contemplating it when Lex’s voice floats through again.
“Come on, Red. Don’t leave us hanging.”
Surprisingly, it’s not his words that stop my murderous thoughts. It’s the distinguishable edge of familiar breathy demand I’ve heard many times before.
My lips part in disbelief at the realization, wide eyes quickly looking at Maverick to gauge his reaction—because let’s be real… nothing gets past this man.
Especially since he’s now heard that side of Lex too.
I’m not sure what reaction I was expecting or hoping for, but I’m left disappointed because as usual, his face is a perfect canvas of ignorance.
“Hurry up and fucking ride me, Nyx,” Maverick orders, tapping my hips twice.
When I don’t immediately move, Maverick lets out an annoyed growl, eyes darkening.
“Circle her clit with your finger,” Cade suggests, reminding me that he’s also in the audience. Apparently, a distant participant too. “She loves it.”
“I fucking know that,” Maverick snaps back, but I jolt when his hand shoots across my hip until his thumb is brushing my clit.
The mumbled moan falls from my lips as my fingers curl into his chest, voices fading as pleasure builds through my body.
He circles it lazily at first, eyes glued to my face. I’m tensed up, probably hurting him from my nails digging into his skin, but it just appears to spur him on further.
In my mind, I can hear Lex mutter words and the accompanying sounds of his own pleasure only start to intensify my body’s reaction. I can’t move even if I wanted to, everything in me freezing as I chase the pleasure Maverick is providing.
Waves and waves gather in my lower abdomen, the pressure continuing as my eyes flicker closed. Maverick picks up speed, keeping a perfect rhythm as my body clenches down around him in agonizing desperation.
It’s when I hear Cade’s breathy “fuck…” that I completely lose control, my whole frame spasming and tensing as I climax hard on Maverick’s cock.
I’m still mid-orgasm when he removes his hand from my clit, suddenly gripping my hips and thrusting upwards into me. He’s so deep that the force sends me upwards a few inches, and the scream that leaves my throat is definitely not quiet by any standard.
Except… the screams keep coming. Like me.
Maverick takes charge, hips leaving the mattress as he fucks me upwards defying gravity.
I can barely see straight, let alone rationally think, and in my mind all I can hear is Cade and Lex’s pleasured groans.
My skin feels hot, tingling and burning as little beads of sweat roll down my torso. Quiet growls start to fill the room as Maverick’s fingers dig firmly into my hips, and when I hear Cade let out a string of curses as he finds relief, I explode again.
The action sets off a domino effect as my new screams trigger Lex, him groaning my name. My cunt strangles Maverick, and in response, he lets out a violent, feral growl, spearing into me one final time before I feel his release pooling inside.
The room vanishes as stars take over my vision, white light exploding behind my eyes. I have no idea if my eyes are even open or closed, my chest heaving as I fight to breathe in air.
Seconds tick by until finally, slowly, everything returns in vibrant technicolor. Maverick still has a strong grasp on my hips, his own torso aggressively rising and falling as he watches me with unusually dark hazel irises.
I slump forward in exhaustion, crashing into his chest. I’m surprised when Maverick lifts his head, placing a gentle kiss on my temple as his arm snakes around my back and holds me.
Of course, the weird romantic gesture is short-lived when I feel him smirk against my hair, clearly pleased with himself.
“See, I can be nice. It was a good morning for everyone.”