Chapter 12 - Rowan #2
With one last look, I promised myself I would fix that later, when I was more clearheaded. Right now, I had more pressing needs. I growled at every person who looked our way along our route.
Drums thudded in a heartbeat rhythm, mixing with laughter as all the packs moved toward the walls. My wolf didn’t care that it was Christmas — he only cared that I had my mate back and my beta within reach.
Freya led us toward the privacy of the Howling Echo tents. The moment we ducked inside the tent flap, her delicious scent filled my nostrils, and I knew then that this was where Freya had spent many of her nights while I was away.
The tent flap fell closed behind us, creating an intimate cocoon that smelled of Freya’s arousal and Zak’s eager energy. The scent combination made my head spin with want, my wolf clawing at my control.
“Zak,” Freya said quietly. “Rowan wants you, can you feel it?”
His dark eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance I was more than willing to give. My wolf pushed forward, demanding to claim him then and there.
We were nearly of a height, and I grabbed his chin. Instead of trying to find the words, I caught his lips in a savage kiss. Pouring all my desire and need through the Bonded link, I didn’t hold back.
When he pulled back from the kiss, I snarled, “Mate.”
His pupils dilated with desire and wonder, his scent flush with hard arousal that I felt pressing between us. The Bonded link made it so easy to open myself up and let the others know what my wolf and I so desperately needed.
I turned to Freya like a starving man focused on a banquet, unsure where to start first. As my gaze took in her joyful expression, all my desire focused on one thing. I needed to prove to myself that she was real, that she was safe, that she was mine.
“Freya,” I growled, my hands already reaching for the hem of her shirt.
“I missed you,” she breathed.
She came to me willingly, eagerly, her snow-blue eyes heated with desire as I stripped her with efficient desperation. Her skin was pale as moonlight, flushed with want, and when I had her naked beneath me on her mattress, something wild and primitive took over.
“Never again,” I promised against her lips, my voice rough with emotion. “Never leaving you again.”
Her hands tangled in my hair as I claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. My cock ached as I settled between her thighs. The scent of her arousal clipped the last of my control.
When I pushed inside her in one powerful thrust, we both cried out at the sensation. The tight heat of her body, the scent of her skin, the sound of her breathless moans — it all combined to drive my wolf to the edge of feral need.
Through our mate bond, I felt her overwhelming relief at having me back as I filled her completely. But there was something else flowing through the Bonded link — not just her pleasure, but echoes of someone else’s arousal.
Zak. His desire spiked as he watched us, his own need building to painful levels. The sensation was intoxicating, experiencing pleasure from multiple perspectives simultaneously.
“Yes,” Freya hissed beneath me, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. “Take me, alpha. Show me I’m yours.”
I couldn’t wait. Couldn’t be gentle or patient or considerate. My wolf had been separated from his mates for too long, had endured too much uncertainty and danger.
My hips slammed against hers with bruising force, claiming her with the kind of primal intensity that bordered on violence. She welcomed every thrust, every mark, every possessive growl that rumbled from my chest.
Meeting me thrust for thrust, her hips undulated under me as though she needed me every bit as much as I needed her. The feedback loop was incredible — my pleasure amplified by theirs, their desire feeding back into mine until I could barely tell where one sensation ended and another began.
“Mine,” I snarled against Freya’s throat.
“Always yours,” she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around me as she approached her peak. “Rowan, I’m so close…”
Her joy flooded the mate bond just before her inner walls clamped down around me. The shared sensation of her climax triggered my own release, and I roared against her skin as I filled her with my seed, marking her from the inside out.
The mutual climax calmed my wolf enough for me to let the man take over again. As we came down from our first coupling since I’d been gone, my inner beast finally settled enough for me to become fully aware of Zak watching us with hungry eyes.
The tight bulge in his pants revealed his desire, while the Bonded link revealed the way watching us had affected him, the desperate want he was trying to control himself out of respect for our reunion.
And because his wolf was no doubt smart enough not to come between an alpha fresh off the battlefield and his mate.
“Your turn,” Freya said softly, her voice still breathless as she reached for him. “Come here.”
I disentangled from her, helping her sit up. Freya’s smile was radiant as she began working at Zak’s clothes, her movements eager but gentle.
But my old fear of compelling a beta against their wishes resurfaced. “What do you want from me, Zak?”
“Anything you’ll give me,” he answered honestly.
Freya finished stripping him, revealing the lean muscle of his torso and the intricate piercings that decorated his cock. Through the Bonded link, I felt his anticipation, his body responding to our combined attention.
“What does your wolf think?” I had to know.
“He sees you as his mate,” Zak said as though it were obvious. “But if you’re not ready, I understand. We don’t have to rush—”
I let out a growl, and my hands joined Freya’s in exploring his skin. I’d never felt so much desire to touch another man in my life, but my wolf urged me on with no hesitation.
“Can I heal this?” Zak asked, fingers gently tracing the only witchfire burn I’d voluntarily received.
“Only if you promise to give me a different mark instead,” I growled.
Zak’s eyes met mine momentarily, then blue light erupted from under his fingertips. Within moments, the witchfire burn was gone.
“Do you mean that?” he asked. “Have you ever—”
In response, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for another kiss, showing him how sure I was.
When I broke free to let him catch his breath, I caught Freya staring at my left wrist. The witchfire burn was gone, but the healing hadn’t replaced the Howling Echo tattoo on my skin, or Gage’s bite mark.
But I didn’t want to think about that right now. I pushed Zak toward Freya. She laid back with a grin, welcoming Zak to take my place between her thighs.
“Mmmm, those piercings,” Freya moaned as Zak slowly entered her.
“You love them more than anyone I’ve ever seen,” Zak said, and I growled with possessiveness at the thought of Zak having ever been with anyone besides the Howling Echo.
“You’re ours.”
Zak turned his head so I could claim his lips as he drove deeper into Freya. When I pulled back, he met my eyes for a moment.
“I’ll be yours if you’ll have me,” he said before turning back to watch Freya’s expression as he moved in and out of her, drawing forth her sighs of pleasure.
The sight of them together sent a bolt of possessive satisfaction through my wolf. Through the Bonded link, I could feel what they both experienced. All their desire, all their physical sensations, all of it driving me wild. My cock rose, ready for more.
Over Zak’s shoulder, Freya’s eyes met mine. “Zak needs you, Rowan.”
Now it was my turn for a bolt of nervousness to shoot through me. But my wolf was practically panting with the need to rut into his other mate. Gender didn’t matter to him in the slightest, nor body parts.
Bite and claim, he demanded.
Despite my desire, I held my wolf back. I’d never fucked a man before, and I wanted to make sure Zak was as ready as I was.
“Let me take care of you both,” I said, my voice dropping to that commanding tone that made subordinate wolves submit.
I moved behind Zak, my hands finding his hips, guiding him forward until he was seated deep inside her.
Freya winked over his shoulder at me and stretched out an arm, a spark of magic leaving her fingertips. She levitated a bottle of lube from the floor and drifted it through the air to me.
“Merry Christmas,” she said as it landed in my hand.
Zak chuckled. “The two of you make me forget what day it is.”
“My amazing witches,” I praised as I dripped lube onto my trembling fingertips and then slowly pushed them one at a time into Zak.
Despite my wolf’s impatience, I prepared Zak carefully. His body was tight and responsive, and the sounds he made as I worked him open had my cock throbbing with need in no time.
“Best Christmas present ever,” Zak murmured against her lips.
Through our connection, I felt his joy at the dual sensations — Freya’s body around him, my fingers inside him, pleasure building from multiple sources.
“Please,” he gasped, his voice breaking with need. “Rowan, I need…”
“I know what you need,” I growled, positioning myself behind him.
With one hand on my cock and the other on his hip, I slowly slid inside. If I’d been worried about meeting any resistance, I’d been a fool. Zak was a pro at this.
When I finally pushed deep inside him, the sensation was overwhelming. Inside me, my wolf scrambled to get out, wanting to bite him straight away.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his body trembling between Freya and me with the effort of remaining still.
“Fuck yes,” Freya echoed, gazing into my eyes with pure adoration.
Tight heat gripped me as Zak adjusted to being filled while filling her. Through the Bonded link, the pleasure was magnified threefold — my own satisfaction, Zak’s overwhelming fullness, Freya’s renewed arousal at watching us together while enjoying Zak’s piercings.
“Oh goddess,” Zak moaned, his head falling forward to rest on Freya’s forehead as sensation overwhelmed him. “Everything… You both make me feel amazing.”