38. Maia
38
MAIA
“ I ’ve got her,” Kane says, gesturing for me to enter the bathroom. Phoebe woke up from her last nap of the day before bedtime and wanted to be fed. I obliged, even when she pooped all over herself and me.
I cleaned her, gave her more milk, and then cleaned the spit up, too. I’m covered in poo, sick, and honestly, probably some gravy from dinner.
I want a shower. I need a shower.
So I’m not going to argue.
I nod gratefully and go through, shutting the door behind me. I reach in and turn the shower on, letting the water warm up, and the steam fills the air. I pull my dress off over my head, throwing it into my laundry basket, and shimmy my tights down my legs.
I undo the zipper on my bra and toss that over there, too.
I don’t know why I’m surprised when the door opens a few moments later. I spy him through the mirror but at this distance can’t tell which one of them it is.
It’s not Seb, since he wouldn’t give up his hold on Phoebe after this little of a time. It’s not Topher, since he’s at the office, handling his plans for the grand confrontation .
I’ve been on edge all day today, worrying about the visit we were going to have with his parents, but they didn’t end up getting back until late afternoon and went straight into work mode.
Or at least, that’s the claim.
It pissed Topher off even more, and rather than give me a moment of relief, it’s only increased my anxiety. My fiancé is dead, and she’s believed to be the reason why.
I do not want to face her. Not even a little bit.
But then I’ve heard even more about her. The way she’s treated her daughters, the feelings she has on werewolves and their duty. She wants Phoebe in her pack because Phoebe’s a female born wolf and it adds worth , but I guarantee that she also wants us here because it adds more fuel to the fire with the Greys.
I still have no idea what fate wants from me. She’ll have our entire path mapped out, and I don’t know if she needs me to heal this barrier between the two branches of family or be the match that detonates it completely.
I’m scared to find out. Secrets are terrifying. It’s even worse when they’re formed because of decades old family-feuds involving a murder, and then some.
I need answers. I need them as badly as I need air to breathe.
And yet, I’m terrified to find out the truth.
There’s a loud cough from my mysterious invader, and a slow smirk appears on his face as I look at him properly. The man is shirtless with only a pair of grey shorts on, so it could be either Alex or Ben, and honestly, I’m not against staring him down, letting my eyes rake over every single inch of honeyed skin to see if a difference may emerge.
“Drop your pants, darling,” Ben demands, licking his lips. “You promised me dessert if I finished your crappy food from my sister, and I’m coming to collect on that.”
“I meant something like a cake ,” I say with a laugh. I cross my arms underneath my boobs, loving the way his eyes follow the bounce. “It’s not like eating my food was that much of a hardship.”
It was. It really, really was. Talia was a terrible cook, and I’m not sure if she’s actually that bad or if she just did it out of spite.
I wouldn’t put it past her.
“My sister is a terrible cook,” Ben says, flicking the lock on the door. My heart lurches as butterflies form in my stomach. “I had two undissolved gravy granule lumps. Who even uses granules? They’re so unrefined.”
“I see. So you’re here to claim... me?”
His eyes flash a wicked blue as he strides towards me. I back up towards the counter, letting him cage me in. His hands run up my arms before trailing down my chest, lighting my body up with tingles and anticipation as he does.
He grips my hips, holding onto them firmly, and burrows his head into my boobs. Sparks fly between us where our bare skin touches, and I let out a small giggle.
“These fucking tits are glorious, babe,” he murmurs, pulling back and squeezing a boob in each hand. Milk drips out of my nipples, and his tongue darts out to lap it up on the left side as he squeezes more on the right. The milk drips down my stomach, and he switches to the right to clean me up.
“Fucking delicious,” Ben groans, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth.
When Phoebe feeds, this is nothing more than a biological need. It doesn’t stir any true feelings in me—maybe pride for being able to provide nourishment for her, maybe even love for the strong connection we share.
But when Ben feeds from me this way, I’m overrun with desire. It’s absolutely crazy how much this simple action turns me on.
My nipples are now no longer as sensitive as they were before pregnancy, but wow, is it erotic imagining riding them when they drink me dry .
Oh, wow. I think I need that.
“Ben,” I whimper. “I was going to do bedtime with?—”
“Pheebs is with Seb and Alex and will be fine for a half hour whilst they bathe her and get her ready for bed,” he says, pulling away from my nipple to give me a serious answer. “Now, I had to smell how much fun that you had with Alex all throughout dinner tonight, so are you going to be a good girl and take your panties off for me or do I need to rip them off you?”
I moan as he holds my hips that little bit tighter. It’s not the punishing grip that Topher would use, but it sends flutters across my stomach all the same.
“Rip them off me,” I choke out, running my fingers through his hair as he drops down to his knees. He doesn’t immediately tug them down, instead, he buries his face into my crotch area, pressing soft kisses over the fabric.
I groan, not sure if the heat that fills me is from arousal or mortification, especially when his tongue gets to work, teasing me through the cotton. I whimper, my hands reaching up to grip his hair, to hold him in place.
“All right,” I say, my voice thick with desire. I’m holding his hair firmly, barely letting his head move away, as I speak. “I’ll make you a deal. You pull these panties down, and actually tease me… and in return?—”
I groan as he tugs my panties down my thighs, barely pausing in his tongue movements. My grip on his hair tightens as he connects with bare skin.
So bloody talented.
“In return, you get to come right after,” I pant, wanting to actually offer him the reward that I know he’ll want.
“Oh, darling, that was a given,” Ben coos, his tone so undoubtedly not him. I fan myself, and he laughs.
His hazel eyes sparkle with lust, the blue flecks darker than usual, and he pulls back momentarily, his hands gripping my knees and spreading them apart a little wider. I gasp softly, the air causing a chill over my sensitive area despite the heat of the shower, before he returns to his task.
His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, building me towards that peak, as promised. I squirm against him, my grip on his hair weakening as the sensations build and build.
If it wasn’t for the counter, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
“Ben.” My word is a gasp as he sucks on me hard. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I throw my head back. It bangs on the mirror, but I don’t care.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Ben hisses. “I need to be inside you so fucking badly.”
“Then do it,” I plead.
“It’s such a good thing that your shower has a seat,” Ben says, his low voice so mesmerising. He runs his hands up and down my bare legs. Sparks fly between us, the intensity of them only pushing us that closer together.
“Why?” I’m breathless and weak at the knees, so, unable to follow along.
My cheeky mate laughs and lifts me into his arms. He stumbles slightly and gives me a funny look. “Are you putting weight on?”
I slap his bare chest, and he frowns. “Do not insult my weight, Benjamin Wolfe, or you’ll not only be banned from having sex with me for a month, but you’ll be forced to watch as your brothers take their turn.”
He freezes, a deer in headlights expression on his face, before it is taken over by something else entirely. Lust.
“Oh, yes, please,” he says, nodding. “Can I taste you afterwards?”
I frown. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Can I taste you, after they’ve fucked you? Can I?—”
“Let’s just stop this conversation now because my vagina is drying out to the point that if you keep talking, I think it’s going to seal itself back up entirely.”
“Can it do that? ”
“You wanted the shower seat, why?” I whine.
The mood has shifted, a slightly less lust-filled atmosphere, and instead, it’s back to being sweet and even light. Ben’s not usually as intense as the rest of his brothers, and it’s nice for us to be able to have the comedy involved, too.
Or at least, I’m pretending it’s a comedy.
“So that I can go down on you while you sit comfortably on the seat,” Ben says, smirking at me. “You know, I’m magnanimous like that.”
“Do you even know what magnanimous means?”
He enters the shower and places me down on the seat. The stream of water hits my shins and feet but nothing else as Ben closes the door behind us.
“Personally,” he drops to his knees and grips my ankles tight in his hands, "I think it means that I like to spread your legs.” He does that, putting my entire naked body on display for him. “And get my entire fill of your body.”
Ben grins up at me wickedly as he buries his face in my core, wasting no time. I gasp, shivering as the cold tile turns my skin to goosebumps, but the heat from his mouth and the passion in his eyes every time they meet mine is relentless.
As he licks and sucks, teasing me with every swirl of his tongue, a familiar feeling begins to spread through me. My nerves light up, every single spark that connects us together stronger than the last, and I cry out his name as he pushes me over the peak.
He pulls back as soon as I detonate, and I whimper at the loss and the unfulfilling orgasm.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as I pant and look down at him. “Did I not do it right? I listened to everything Seb and Topher said.”
I grin as I rest my back against the cold tiles. “You followed the instructions, but, next time, you’re meant to sort of keep going.”
He frowns. “Going? ”
“Like, during the orgasm, like…” I sit forward and bring my fingers to my clit, teasing myself, and Ben watches. My demonstration becomes an exhibition as Ben’s eyes never stray from the movement of my fingers, the heated look on his face driving me closer to the edge.
He groans in time with me as my orgasm builds, and it’s tantalising for me to watch him watch me.
“Like this?” I gesture, circling myself, and he swallows hard.
“Yes,” he says hoarsely, his own fingers twitching with the urge to intervene. "And then...?” His eyes are locked on me, and my desire builds.
“And then,” I echo with a breathless giggle. “You don’t stop until... Don't stop even when...”
“I won’t,” he assures me fervently. He understands now. “I swear, I won’t.”
“Good.” I stop touching myself right on the edge of my pleasure, and grin. “Want to try again?”
He spreads my thighs, gets into place, and shows me not once but three times how good he is at following directions.
I’m very impressed.
And, oh, so very satisfied.
He never once stopped with his tongue, barely even pausing to breathe. He was relentless, building me up, coasting me through, and then building me back up.
“See,” I manage to pant out between gasps when he finally sits back on his heels. “You’re a quick learner.”
His eyes glimmer with pride and something more primal, deeper. Desire . The sight of his darkened gaze sends a thrill of anticipation through me. I know what’s going to come next—or at least who— and my body arches towards him in silent supplication.
Ben doesn’t keep me waiting. I don’t even think he knows the meaning of delayed gratification.
Instead, he jumps to his feet and pulls me to mine, pressing our naked bodies against each other .
The water continues to pound against the smooth tiles of the shower, some of it hitting Ben’s legs, but the most of it is completely missing us. The steamy haze keeps me warm and adds a level to our intimacy.
I brush a kiss against Ben’s pecs, and he stills, looking down at me with a desperate intensity that takes my breath away. There’s a question in his eyes, an unspoken request for something.
“Please, please,” I beg.
And he moves. He reaches up, adjusts the shower head so it’s spraying on us a little more, and then sits down on the bench. He gently pulls me towards him, the water so warm and nice as I take in his beautiful body. Droplets of water are dripping down his chest, the veins on his arms pulsing with the rhythm of my heart.
The sparks flying between us excite me, and I step forward, letting him move me as he wants me. He positions me so I straddle his waist, his hands moving to grip my hips, and our eyes lock together.
My heart pounds, my inner walls tightening and relaxing in anticipation. I want him. I need him.
I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who could sleep with numerous men. I never thought I could love more than one man. When I lost Ryan, I expected to spend the rest of my life alone, unable to see a way past my grief.
But now… these Wolfe brothers have shown me that it is possible to still have a life. I can mourn Ryan, but I can move on and let myself be loved.
Ben is sweet, and smart, and quirky, and, sure, he’s often very rude, but he’s mine, and I love him.
I’m going to bond with him, my way, and I know for a fact it’s going to be just as euphoric as it was when I bonded with Topher and Alex.
“Are you sure?” he asks, pausing for a beat, his voice a deep rumble of concern and desire mixed together. Ben’s hesitance isn’t the norm for him, and I grin and nod towards him.
“Yes.” My word is whispered on a breath, which is then stolen from me the moment that he thrusts inside.
There’s no messing around. No playing. He guides himself into my entrance and thrusts up deeply.
I shriek as he bottoms out, our bodies connecting as one.
“Fuck, Topher was right,” Ben gasps. “You’re like a fucking inferno.”
I giggle breathlessly, leaning forward to rest my hands on his chest. “Is that meant to be a compliment?”
“I mean, sure,” he groans as his cock twitches inside of me. “If you think being like a volcano is a good thing.”
I smirk, rising up off him. “Oh, well, I suppose I can just leave.”
“Don’t you dare,” he hisses, gripping my hips and bringing me back down. He’s not gentle but not rough like Topher was.
Ben’s the closest to showing his inexperience. The guys are like gods, it’s ridiculous that people with no experience can move the way they do… but Ben’s fumbles almost make it believable.
He uses my hips as if I’m a set of weights, pushing me up and pulling me down, seeming to prefer the harder thrusts to the softer ones.
He pulls me in closer for a hungry kiss as the water continues to spray us in warm waves. The pitter patter of the water drowns out our moans and groans . We’re in our own world, nothing else existing but us, and it’s intense.
His hands are splayed across my back, pulling me closer. I tighten around him, and he groans into my mouth. His tongue explores mine, our breaths mingling. My fingers grip onto his shoulders, the muscles beneath taut with the effort of his moves.
“I love you,” I rasp, my declaration wrapped in a moan .
“I love you, too,” he grunts back, words punctuated by each deep thrust of his hips.
His thrusts become more erratic, and I reach down to help myself further along.
“Can I—” he asks, but I cut him off, reassuring him that he can .
But where I thought he was going to come, he’s not. He reaches down, taking my nipple into his mouth, and he starts to drink.
The action sends me feral, and I lean in, biting down on his neck. He reaches up and presses my head in further, and I don’t cringe as I bite into his skin.
Another bond forces its way into my body, and I scream out my orgasm as our souls tether even closer together.
My sight goes black for a few seconds as he unleashes his own orgasm. We clutch to each other, our souls forming as one, the love between us only growing stronger.
We fall back, gasping for breath, our bodies still entwined.
For a moment, all we can do is sit still, letting the bond settle, adjusting to the new feelings inside of us both. It’s amazing, and I love having him here. I can feel the depth of his love for me, and it brings tears to my eyes.
He’s so sweet.
So perfect.
And genuinely, now, he’s all mine.
Finally, Ben pulls away from me, gently easing himself out of my body and standing up, the water cascading down his body in such an alluring way. Despite just having come, his dick is hard still, a little bit of fluid coating him.
“Do me a favour,” Ben says, dropping down to his knees. I gape at him, confused about the desire racing through him.
“Um—”
“Please.”
I nod slowly. “What do you need from me?”
“Just spread your thighs,” Ben pleads .
“I’m so, so sensitive.” I try to ignore the desire and almost begging note to his feelings, but there’s a pout on his face that is so much harder to ignore. I push them apart ever so slightly, my legs trembling as I do.
He grins. “I’ll make you feel better.”
His tongue is gentle at first, but as he laps at my centre, practically sucking our combined fluids out of me, he becomes more insistent, more demanding.
I let out a soft, lazy moan, letting him do all of the work.
“Ben, oh, god, you're making me feel so good,” I breathe as my orgasm slowly builds.
“I want more,” he growls, practically shoving his face into my pubic bone. His tongue becomes sloppy, his lips pressing against me in an almost messy, wet kiss. It’s raw and primal, completely unlike any of the sexy acts I’ve performed with the boys so far.
“I’m going to come,” he grunts, and I whimper.
“Then come.”
He does, shooting all over the tile floor, and a little on my shin. I shove him away, panting. Despite not achieving orgasm this time, I’m done.
Drained.
Satisfied.
“Hm, I think I like tasting you like that,” he says. He leans in and scoops a bit of the cum from my thigh and licks it. He shrugs at my narrowed look. “I taste good, but honestly, when combined with you, it’s practically Artemis’s nectar.”
“Mhm.” I’m exhausted. I can barely function.
I have no doubt, tomorrow I’ll judge all his little discoveries, but tonight, I just want cuddles, some hot water, and then some sleep. Not necessarily in that order.
“Probably because we’re a perfect match.”
My energy is practically zero after having no sleep whatsoever and bonding with not just Ben today but Alex, too. Ben, on the other hand, is practically leaking energy, his excitement and just general demeanour is so overwhelmingly nice.
I love it. I love the differences between him and his brothers.
“I love you.”
Ben grins at me. “I love you, too. Now, let’s get you washed so we can go to bed.”
Ben gently grabs my hand and pulls me up to a standing position. At my insistence, he makes sure my head and hair are kept clear of the water, but he positions me in a way that the hot water cascades down on my body, washing away the aftermath of our coupling.
He lathers up a loofah and begins to clean my body, his movements gentle but firm, and I feel like he’s actually inspecting my body as he goes. For what, I do not want to know. It’s likely something odd, wrapped up in a neat little insult.
I’m not playing that game.
Once I’m cleaned to his liking, he gets out the shower, grabs my towel from the warmer, and then wraps it around me. He’s naked in the cold air but knocks the shower off before getting himself wrapped up.
It’s so tender the way he takes care of me. A gentleness I didn’t expect.
It makes me feel that much more loved.
He gently finishes towel drying me before handing over a pair of my pyjamas. “I’m not going to sit here and do everything for you. Get ready for bed.”
I roll my eyes, pull my pyjamas on, and take his hand.
Kane smirks at me as Ben and I exit the bathroom together. He’s sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, with Phoebe asleep in her crib. It’s a suggestive kind of smirk, and as he leans forward, clasping his hands together as he rests his weight on his knees, his muscles bulge in a very attractive way.
My mates are hot. Beautifully so.
And it’s not fair .
I ruin the moment by yawning, and Kane’s entire face softens.
“Get yourself into bed,” he says gently before winking at me, “lest I forget how exhausted you are and decide to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
“See,” Ben murmurs as he pulls the blankets back for me to get into the warm bed. “Seb also wants to taste you as you’re dripping with my cum.”
“No, no, no,” Seb, or maybe even Kane, says, shaking his head.
I’m only wearing a vest top and a soft pink pair of shorts, so I’m ready for bed, and Seb’s clearly gotten changed whilst we were indisposed. He’s only wearing a pair of bed shorts, and he’s definitely ready to spend time together.
“I don’t think he does.” I clamber across into the middle, leaving room for Seb on the side of the crib, and Ben on the other.
“You do?” Seb sounds curious.
Ben nods proudly. I reach over to knock the lights off and smile as Seb gets into bed with me.
“I do. I think it’ll taste amazing. I already like the taste of my own cum. But mine mixed with hers? It was delicious,” Ben says, tugging the blankets down on his side to get in next to me.
As per usual, he doesn’t hesitate in cuddling up as close as he possibly can, and he has no qualms about touching Seb, either. My grumpy mate doesn’t like that as much.
He’s not the best sharer.
“You tasted her and you together?” Seb asks. I’m curious as to whether it’s him or Kane here, since honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if the one time Seb gets chatty is when it’s regarding my pleasure.
“Yeah.” Ben grins against my neck, pressing a soft kiss to my pulse point. My eyes flutter closed as their words wash over me.
It’s soothing.
I love them .
“Huh.”
“But what got me off more than anything,” Ben says before stopping as he yawns. He kisses my neck again, burying in closer, as he sleepily mumbles, “What got me off more than anything was imagining the taste of her after all three of you had fucked her. It’s hot, man.”
My groan is one of mortification this time, and Seb chuckles before taking my hand in his. I let myself fall asleep, knowing that they’ve given me as much reassurance as they could today in the form of their bonds, their love, and their touches.
Tomorrow is the day for answers, and then, we can finally move on.