Chapter 15 - Gage #2
Then he sucked on her clit and slid two fingers inside of her. Freya let out a shocked, strangled cry, instantly coming. Her climax smashed into us through the bonds, pulling all of us closer to the edge without any other stimulation at all.
Tor groaned as her hand squeezed him. The fact that he didn’t come left me equal parts impressed and strangely annoyed. My own dick throbbed helplessly from the sight of her splayed open on the bed, legs wide, our toy in her ass as Heath feasted on her.
When her breathing slowly returned to normal, Heath pulled back, planting kisses along her inner thighs.
“Did the butt plug make you come extra hard, little wolf?” he asked playfully.
“Yes,” she gasped, the admission making my cock twitch.
But as she regained her breath, I could feel Freya’s attention sifting through the bonds as though seeking something.
Freya looked over to Zak and added, “As much as I love the gift, my deepest wish is just… for all of us to feel included. To see all of your fantasies fulfilled, too.”
“I want to watch you come half a dozen times,” Flint growled from her other side.
Freya laughed. “I think that counts as my deepest desire, not yours.”
“Fine,” Flint smiled into a kiss with her. “Then I want to feel your sweet pussy clamping down on me so hard you make me come with you. How’s that sound?”
As Heath and Flint murmured reassurances and dirty promises to Freya, I caught Zak watching Tor and Rowan from the corner of his eye.
A discordant note, tight and raw, sliced through the Bonded link — not jealousy exactly, but fear. With the new Odinswolves in the pack now and Rowan fully back where he belonged, our hybrid beta was suddenly wondering if he was… extra.
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Our brilliant, powerful witch who’d risked everything to find us, who’d helped free Heath, who’d taught Freya to control her magic… still feared he was the least worthy in the room.
Freya had already felt it — that’s why she’d steered the conversation to everyone’s fantasies.
My clever mate.
She was so observant, capable of making sure even with six mates, none of us felt sidelined.
And Zak belonged here as much as any of us. More than belonged. He was essential to us, not just as Freya’s mate, but as our packmate and… something more.
I let my voice take on that commanding edge that never failed to get results, my eyes landing meaningfully on our newest packmates.
“Anyone else have fantasies they want to share to make today memorable?”
Heath’s head turned immediately, following my gaze to where Zak had gone very still. The predatory interest in Heath’s expression drew Rowan’s and Tor’s attention as well, until all of us focused on him with laser intensity.
Zak’s eyes dipped, his hands fidgeting as he tried to play coy under our combined scrutiny. “I… well… Today probably isn’t the day for…” The words died in his throat as his gaze darted between us.
Through the Bonded link, I felt his arousal spike even as embarrassment flooded through him. The contradiction was fascinating — he desperately wanted it but was terrified to voice it. Terrified we’d think he was too much, too needy, unworthy of the trouble.
Flint’s voice was gentle but encouraging. “As Freya said, we all want to give each other whatever we desire. Don’t hold back.”
Freya nodded, her snow-blue eyes warm with acceptance. “You’re part of this pack. You can share with us.”
Tor added, “The stars themselves brought us together. Whatever your desires are, they’re safe with us.”
That our newest pack member could take such a view amazed me. If anyone should have felt uncertain, I would have expected it to be the newcomer. Instead, he, too, reassured our beta.
Zak’s mouth opened, then closed again, his internal struggle playing out across his features. Through our connection, I felt his desperate need warring with years of conditioning that told him his desires were wrong.
All their gentle encouragements seemed to be going nowhere. Time for a different tactic.
I stalked over to Zak, and he backed away until his back hit the wall. A few extra inches of height let me look down into his darkening eyes. His lips parted, his wolf recognizing the predator closing in.
Mine had been circling him for weeks. I’d just refused to admit why.
“Out with it,” I said firmly, putting just enough alpha authority behind the words to cut through his hesitation without making it a command.
The words tumbled out in a rush. “You’re halfway there,” he said as my hands rose to cage him against the wall. “I’ve fantasized about… well, this.”
“What else?” I growled, knowing this couldn’t be what had him twisted up.
I slid one hand up to circle his throat, my alpha wolf riding me hard, demanding answers for how to please my beta. My… mate.
His eyelids fluttered, desire surging through the Bonded link.
From the bed, Flint groaned appreciatively. “Oh, he likes that.”
I glanced back at the others, noting how they’d all gone still with fascination.
Freya’s pupils were dilated, her breathing already quickened.
Rowan tracked every movement with predatory focus.
Tor watched with that quiet intensity that spoke of deep waters running beneath his calm surface. And Heath gave me a nod of approval.
“Let’s see where this goes,” Heath whispered over the mate bond.
I glanced back to Zak, tilting my head in a silent demand for more detail.
“I wanted… ah, for you to push me against the wall,” Zak admitted.
He hesitated again, and I growled low in my throat. “What else?”
His shame mixed with desperate hope for acceptance.
“I want all of you to use me and… tell me nobody gets to hurt me but you.”
His eyes moved past me to encompass the room, including Heath and the others in his confession.
Arousal spiked from all directions as his raw honesty tore through the Bonded link.
Underneath Zak’s desire, I caught the real terror: that if his wants were too much — or not useful enough — we’d decide he wasn’t worth keeping.
His confession didn’t surprise me — from the moment I saw his piercings during our first encounter, I guessed that he must have a different relationship to pain than most. What struck me was the specific phrasing, the need for protection wrapped up in his desire.
This man who’d survived a coven’s abuse, who’d suppressed his wolf for years, who’d given up everything to find us — he needed to know he was safe. That he was ours to protect.
“You want me to hurt you?” I asked, voice rough as I pinned him with my hips. I had to be sure before I crossed a line there was no coming back from.
Panic flashed across his features. “You— I didn’t mean… Don’t worry about it.”
His lips twisted into a coy smile, lashes fluttering, but guilt and fear tangled in his connection to us, too raw to hide. Zak’s playfulness masked real fear of rejection, the same defense mechanism I’d seen him use before.
“Zak…” Freya sighed sadly, and I felt everyone’s wolves howl with the need to reassure our mate that her Bonded was safe. “We want to give you whatever you desire.”
“I don’t want to cause any trouble,” he said quietly, and there it was — the heart of his fear laid bare.
Rowan snarled as though he couldn’t stand to hear his new mate’s voice sound so brittle.
Straightening to my full height, I reached out and grabbed both of his nipple piercings through his shirt, tugging hard enough to make him gasp. “The only trouble would be if you denied what you need. What you want.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Rowan. “Can you keep your wolf in check while I give your mate what he asked for?”
As much as I’d enjoyed my dominance battle with Heath, I doubted a dominance battle with Rowan would end quite the same way. And I didn’t want to detract from what Freya and Zak were exploring for the first time today.
“Do it,” Rowan gave me a nod of approval.
In one smooth motion, I spun Zak around and pulled his arm behind his back, pressing him against the wall with enough force to make him understand exactly who was in control. His breath left him in a rush, all his muscles tensing in surprise before he intentionally relaxed, still wary.
“You are ours, Zak. All the way. I’m done pretending otherwise,” I growled, my free hand sliding up to grip his throat.
I waited for the moment he fully surrendered to me, his stiff posture melting like warm honey in response to my claim, before continuing.
“Nobody gets to hurt you but us. And I’m going to hurt you exactly how you crave.”
Behind us, I heard Flint’s voice, rough with arousal as he and Freya touched each other. “Watch our alpha claim his beta, moonbeam.”
In the next moment, Heath was there, helping undo Zak’s pants for me.
He yanked them down with a ferocity that made Zak’s pulse jump.
The sight of him already hard, piercings proudly on display, made my mouth water.
It felt like a lifetime ago when I’d had Heath’s cock in my mouth for the first time. Now, I wanted Zak’s.
“Turn around,” I commanded, stepping back just enough, then grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head after he’d obeyed.
Behind me, I was aware of Flint, Rowan, and Tor’s hands roaming over every inch of Freya’s skin, provoking her low moan of need. Job done, Heath rejoined them, leaving our beta in my capable hands… and mouth.
When I dropped to my knees and took Zak’s impressive length into my mouth, the taste of him — salt and musk and that underlying hint of magic — made my wolf rumble with satisfaction.
His piercings felt warm, foreign, and intriguing against my tongue.
I let my teeth catch on one as I drew my head back, leaving him writhing against the wall.
“Please,” he whimpered, and I could feel through the bond how desperately he needed this.