32. MaiaAlexander
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MAIA
T here’s a gentle knock on the door, and I still don’t understand how that works with the soundproofing that is in place. My eyes fly open, and I turn to see Topher laid next to me.
I can feel the contentment running through him, a very luminescent silver mark on his collarbone from where I bit him earlier, and a soft expression on his face.
It feels nice. I’ve not been asleep, just dozing, taking comfort after the orgasms he blessed me with. The bond heightened the effects, and I truly did submit this time, letting Topher lead it all.
He made me feel amazing.
There’s a second knock, and I move to get up, knowing it’s got to be important. Topher places his hand on my chest to stop me getting up, and the door pushes open.
A familiar head peeks around the corner, a non-judgemental expression on Alex’s face as he grins at me. “Little butterfly, Phoebe’s stirring, and she’ll be up soon. She’ll likely be wanting you for milk.”
“Coming.” My voice is hoarse, and I bend down to grab my dress from the ground. I feel a bit weird about going through with Alex now, considering what Topher and I just experienced.
Topher’s feelings haven’t changed, so it’s clear it’s just me who thinks this way.
Alex comes into the room fully and tosses a pair of shorts and a nursing vest top at me. I mumble a thank you, keeping the blanket in place.
“I’ll be right through.”
He nods, disappearing, as I quickly dress. I note that no underwear was brought through, and I can’t help but be amused.
“Can I come through with you?” Topher asks softly.
I nod, flashing him a smile. “I’d be upset if you didn’t.”
He breathes out a sigh of relief, and as I leave his room, he gets up, that beautiful dick of his swinging free, as he goes to grab something for himself to wear.
I freeze when I see Seb standing outside his door. The passageway is dark, and he stalks towards me, sniffing deeply.
The bright green in his hazel eyes is practically glowing as he sniffs my skin properly. I stay still, not sure what he’s doing, but he kisses the pulse on my neck and steps back, his eyes wide.
“He look after you?”
I nod slowly, not sure what the expression on Seb’s face is meant to mean.
He smiles. “He make you come?”
I shiver and nod.
“How many times?”
“Plenty.”
He scoffs, and before I can even blink, he lifts me into his arms and presses me against the wall. The heat of his body presses into mine.
“Can I touch you?” He whispers the words against my lips, his facial hair scratching at my cheek, as his arm keeps me lifted up .
I nod slowly, not sure how much time we have, or what he means by touch . It doesn’t matter. Seb doesn’t wait a moment to let me figure it out.
His hands dive underneath my shorts, easily reaching my clit. He teases it with his thumb, sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I throw my head back with a moan.
I hear steps, and my eyes fly open, seeing Topher head towards us. The corridor is dark enough that I can’t see his face, but I can feel his desire. It’s pulsating in my chest, and I freeze, but Seb doesn’t stop.
He slides two fingers inside of me, no stretching needed after what Topher and I did. I whimper as Topher comes to a stop right beside us.
My eyes are wide, my lips parted, but Seb keeps going. His head is buried in my neck, his breath hot and heavy on my collarbone.
“You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you, Maia?” Topher murmurs, leaning against the wall, his head very close to mine.
I nod slowly, not sure what the right answer is. He doesn’t seem mad, his feelings portraying everything but. He’s excited, aroused, and really intrigued.
“You’re going to let Seb make you come.” He smirks at me. “Aren’t you?”
I nod, and Seb ups the ante, his fingers doing a weird swirling motion as his thumb presses down that little bit harder on my clit.
My breath hitches. My legs trembling from where they’re awkwardly hanging on either side of his body.
An orgasm is building. I can feel it. Just out of reach.
“You’re such a beautiful girl, on display like this for us,” Topher continues. He reaches his hand out and brushes it against my cheek.
I shudder, my walls tightening around Seb’s delicious fingers. He presses a kiss against my skin, and I whimper. I reach up to cover my mouth, but Topher grabs my hands, stopping me.
“Ah, ah, baby,” Topher says. “Seb and I want to hear your pretty little moans.”
“But—” I’m cut off with a gasp as Seb adds a third finger and curls the three of them upwards. I scream out as my orgasm rolls over me.
Topher’s hands stabilise me in Seb’s arms as my orgasm washes over me with a force that knocks my breath out of me.
“You’re so beautiful when you let yourself go like this,” Topher murmurs, his soft words matching his soft kisses. “I love how much you give yourself over to us. So trusting. So perfect.”
His feelings only emphasise his words, and it makes the pleasure I feel twofold.
“So fucking sexy,” Seb growls into my skin. He doesn’t move his fingers or his thumb, keeping them both in place, to let me come down from my own high properly.
“Another?” Seb whispers the moment the aftershocks stop. My head feels so light, so empty. The sparks are in full force between the three of us, and honestly, I’ve never felt so good.
If this is what it’s like with two… how will it feel with four?
“Yes,” Topher says firmly.
“No,” I groan, shaking my head. I try to move back from Seb, but when the pair of them have me trapped against the wall, there’s nowhere for me to go.
“Oh, yes,” Seb says. He sucks on my collarbone, practically where I bit Topher, and I shiver.
“A quick one,” Topher warns. “Phoebe’s awake.”
“I can get her off in thirty seconds.” I know for a fact that was Kane. His words have a bit of a cockiness to them that Seb often lacks.
“Oh, god, no,” I mutter. “Kane, I can’t .”
“Oh, baby,” Topher whispers, his teeth dragging a shiver out of me as he gently bites my earlobe. “There’s no such word as can’t when it comes to your pleasure.”
In a move that I refuse to believe isn’t practiced, Topher lifts me higher up the wall as Seb drops to his knees.
My shorts are pulled to the side, and Seb’s mouth is placed against my centre. My eyes widen, my lips parting, and I’d shriek if it weren’t for the way Topher connects our lips.
Our kiss is dirty, but not as dirty as the way Seb’s tongue darts all over me. My orgasm does build rapidly, and I’m whining into Topher’s mouth as it does.
I’m not sure whether it’s the circling movement that Seb does with his tongue or the way Topher grips my throat, nearly hard enough to cut off my air, as he hisses at me to open my mouth.
I do, and he spits in my mouth, just as my orgasm launches me off the cliff. It’s not as explosive as the first, but it takes so much more out of me. Topher eagerly swallows my whimpers and moans, and Seb licks up every single bit of wetness from me.
They’re so cocky as I’m slowly returned to the floor. My legs are like jelly, but I feel so calm, so relaxed, so satisfied .
“ That , brother,” Seb murmurs, patting Topher’s shoulder with a smirk. “Is exactly how she should feel every single time.”
Topher nods. “I see that now. I made her feel good.”
“You did,” I echo, stumbling slightly. Both men rush for me, but it’s Topher who grabs me. He lifts me into his arms and presses a soft kiss to my temple, letting the bond soothe me.
The sparks are gone, but replaced by his feelings , I find I don’t miss them very much. He’s a firm presence in my chest, in my heart, and it feels good.
“The difference?” Seb asks.
“What’s the difference?”
“My pleasure comes from seeing her reach hers,” Seb murmurs, giving Topher a weird look. I shiver, and Topher shrugs. “I can’t come if she hasn’t writhed underneath me with her own orgasms, if she’s not drowning in pleasure.”
Topher tilts his head. “Hm. I found my orgasm came from when I?—”
“Maia,” Alex calls, raising his voice slightly so that I can hear him whilst he’s in the bedroom.
“Can you walk?” Topher says, gently lowering me to the floor.
I nod, walking through to the bedroom on unsteady feet, as the two brothers debate how they best reach their own orgasms.
It’s kind of cute, having them giving each other tips, and I’m a little sad that I’ve got to miss out.
Alex grins at me. “Thanks for letting me hear that. You’re beautiful.”
“Ugh,” I groan, seeing my beautiful daughter in his arms. “I feel dirty touching her now.”
“Don’t be silly. There’s nothing wrong with you. You showered.” Alex hands Phoebe over and grins at me. “Your hands and your boobs are clean, and she doesn’t care about anything else.”
I nod slowly and adjust Phoebe in my arms, ignoring the slight whines she gives as I sit down on the bed in a comfy position. I can’t undo the strap so I just pull my boob out over the neckline of the top so she can latch properly.
“Was she okay for you?” I ask, and Alex nods. He’s wide awake, wearing a T-shirt that stretches across his skin, moulding to him.
“She was asleep the entire time. I changed her bum just now, and hopefully, she’ll settle straight back down with you.” He gives me a warm smile. “Did you enjoy your night?”
A blush coats my cheeks, and he laughs, keeping it low but still full of humour.
“I didn’t mean the sex, little butterfly.” He smirks at me, looking so much like Topher right now, I groan. “I heard how much you enjoyed that last part.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I really enjoyed my night. The restaurant was beautiful, and the food was divine.” I hear footsteps in the corridor, and grin. “And the company was decent enough.”
“Decent?” Topher demands. He doesn’t stop at the doorway, instead, storming over to the bed. He glowers at me. “ Decent ?”
I grin teasingly, but Alex’s words are sharper and faster than mine could’ve been.
“It’s not her fault that you needed Sebastian to step in and make sure our mate had a good ending to her night.” Alex winks at me. “Trust me, love, whenever I get the chance to worship you, I will not be needing an assist from my brothers.”
Topher snorts. “Trust me, no assist was needed, Alexander . But it was most definitely enjoyed by our mate. Don’t write it off too quickly.”
“I see.” Alex’s eyes darken with interest, and I squirm under their combined looks.
“Baby on the boob,” I say, gesturing to Phoebe. Both men’s eyes draw to my boob before meeting my eyes. I can see their confusion, but I can feel it radiating from Topher. “Rules are in force.”
“What kind of rules?” Alex sounds as amused as Topher looks.
I get more comfortable against the pillows, resting back with Phoebe on my chest. “No saying sexy words. No insinuating anything that is not PG. No husky voices or intense looks. Nothing that might even hint at being arousing.”
“No husky voices?” Topher’s eyebrows draw together, his eyes narrowing. “What does that even mean?”
“Intense looks?” Alex asks. “Surely, that’s something only Topher does.”
“Nuh-uh,” I murmur, my eyes fluttering closed. “You all stand there with those heated looks and dark expressions as you, like… you know, are all confident and intense and powerful. You smoulder me.
“It’s hot. And arousing. And not allowed when there’s a baby on the boob. Not now. Not ever. Not fair.”
Topher laughs low in his throat. “Understood, princess.”
“But when the boobs are away?” Alex asks. “Are we free to smoulder you then?”
I nod, a smile tugging at my lips. “If you must.”
“Go to sleep, princess,” Topher says, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’ll get Phoebe into bed as soon as she’s done feeding.”
“No, I’m fine dozing,” I say, and he sighs but doesn’t argue with me.
“Can I stay with you both?” Alex asks.
“Of course.” My words are soft, but his happiness is loud.
Phoebe finishes at some point during my drowsiness, and Alex and Topher get her into her own bed as I nestle into the middle of mine.
My eyes are shut, and I’m asleep before either man curls in beside me, but I’ve never felt so secure in doing so before tonight.
My future is bright… once we figure out the rest of our issues, that is.
Alexander
“He marked her!” Max roars.
I shake my head, able to fully see Maia’s collarbone. Topher’s traditional. He’d mark her there. Her skin is perfect but empty. “He has not marked her.”
“I can smell the bond. ”
I eye up Topher as Maia dozes, and I smother my gasp as he drags his shirt down so I can see the mark on his skin.
“Fuck,” I whisper over Max’s whines of jealousy.
Topher brings his finger to his lip, and I nod once.
“We’re not done talking about this,” I warn.
He rolls his eyes, letting go of his shirt. “I didn’t realise we had started.”
I snort and connect with Ben and Seb to let them know a conversation is coming the moment Maia is asleep. I want a play-by-play, and honestly, I want to know how it all feels.
Seb’s a selfish prick who gave only one word when we probed about it. Honey.
Fucking prick.
Topher smirks at me as Maia sleepily hands over our daughter. I take her as Maia snuggles into bed, and we get Phoebe settled in her crib.
She’s just as exhausted as her mum, and I hope for Maia’s sake that Phoebe decides to sleep through the night.
We tiptoe out of the room and head down into the living room, where Ben and Seb are already waiting.
“Why the fuck wasn’t I invited to the corridor fuck?” Ben demands, no tact in his tone.
“Seconded.” Max sits up, paying more attention to the conversation. “We heard it, but I’d rather have felt it.”
Topher snarls, glaring at our brother, and I grab his shirt to hold him back, keeping a tight grip so that he stops.
“Maia mated with Topher,” I say, causing Ben to freeze and Topher to growl with pride. “Our brother is a little overprotective of our mate right now.”
“So rather than call it a fuck, I should’ve said why wasn’t I invited to the romantic and sweet coupling in the corridor.”
“Don’t be a dick or I’ll let him hit you,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
“You should just hit him yourself,” Max sniffs .
I roll my eyes once more, dropping down to the sofa. “I didn’t realise she was ready.”
“Neither did I,” Topher says, sitting down as well. Seb offers us both a can, but I shake my head, as does Topher. “I want a clear head.”
“Did she say she was?” Ben asks curiously.
Topher shakes his head. “No. She admitted she wasn’t , and when we talked about it a little afterwards, she reiterated the fact that she wasn’t ready.”
“Did you talk about it?” I ask.
He sighs. “Not really. Briefly. She needs time to process. I could feel her unease over it.”
“The bond is fully formed then?” Ben asks.
“No,” Max says, just as Topher echoes it.
“Not yet. It’s there. It’s open, and pretty strong, but it’s not complete.” He looks at me. “I need to mark her, too.”
“She’s not meant to mark you first.” Ben’s tone is full of his confusion, and I know that he’s struggling with the change in the usual order of things. “You’re meant to mark her, and then we do to seal it properly.”
“I think the fact that she marked him first will still cement the bond properly with us all,” I say, slowly, because I’ve been wondering the same thing. I reach forward, ignoring Topher’s scowl, and yank his shirt down, showing the silver mark on his skin.
It’s beautiful, and apparently sensitive because he shudders when Ben reaches out to touch it. I wonder what Maia feels, since this is her claim.
“It’s beautiful,” Ben murmurs before sneering at Topher. “You’re ugly, and your chest is hideous, but the mark is nice.”
Seb snorts. “Pretty Topher.”
“Oh, fuck you.” There’s no heat in his words.
“Fate wouldn’t have formed the bond if the intention wasn’t there. Maia followed the customs. She marked the first born, she wanted the bond, she wanted him, but she also accepts us .
“She chose our bond, and she managed to make it form. It’s nothing to be concerned about, in my opinion.”
“And you’re… what, an expert in bonds?” Topher asks, and whilst he’s sneering at me, I can sense his unease.
More than that—when I push past him, I can feel Maia .
“No, of course not. But I can feel Maia along our shared bond,” I mention, and both Ben and Seb reach out to do the same.
“Mate!” Max’s shout is joyous as he pulls on her bond. She’s asleep, content, warm. I love the feel of her, even this minutely, and I can’t fucking wait for the day that our bond is sealed.
Seb’s lips quirk up, and I know she’s never going to get a moment of peace from him. Ben beams, pure joy radiating from my youngest brother.
“I can feel her, too.” He pats Topher’s knee. “Good job.”
“Ah, ah,” I say teasingly. “ Decent job.”
Seb and I laugh as Ben frowns.
“How was it?” Ben asks. “Did it… was it good?”
Topher grins and nods. “The best thing ever.”
“The bond or the fuck?” Ben asks.
Topher rolls his eyes as I snicker.
“The act of making love , obviously,” Topher says, rolling his eyes. “It was… weird, but so fucking good.”
“Weird how?”
“It’s very hot . Like hot .” He shakes his head, bringing his legs up on the sofa, and we all get comfortable with him. “But it felt fucking amazing. She was tight, responsive… she submitted to me, letting me take control, even though she has more experience.”
“Good mate,” Seb says with a nod.
“I don’t want to take control.” Ben frowns, looking around. “Do I need to?”
I shake my head. “The only thing you need to do when it’s your turn, brother, is make sure she comes.”
Ben nods, almost committing it to memory .
“We won’t have an issue bringing our mate to orgasm,” Max says, “Not even a little bit. She’ll have multiple. So many she’ll see stars, and then, we’ll fill her with our pup. She’ll be so happy.”
“And, oh, is she responsive,” Topher says with a smirk. “She can so easily go from one orgasm to the next without even pausing. She’s made for us.”
“For me.” Seb’s words are firm, and I frown, getting the feeling he means more than just being possessive.
His words in the corridor as Maia came back to bed hit me. He needs her pleasure before he can feel his own.
Interesting.
I don’t think I’ll have that same issue.
“Which makes us better, knowing that our pleasure doesn’t come from self-serving interests.” Max is proud, and I roll my eyes at the next words. “So then, maybe she’ll let us ? —”
“We’re not giving her a baby.”
“A pup.”
I snort, and my brothers laugh at the same time, so my argument with my delusional wolf is not uncovered.
Max has an obsession with getting our mate pregnant. With imagining her tummy round, with our pup growing inside her.
They’re talking about their kinks and what gets them off.
And I refuse to admit that I’m closer to my wolf’s desires than I feel comfortable with.