Chapter 21 - Torsten
Torsten
All seven of us stripped, hastily stuffing clothes into our sling bags, and shifted into our wolf forms. Instinct took over as we raced toward the walls of Moonblessed, our panting breaths steaming in the late December air.
As we ran together, my wolf felt completely at home, surrounded by six new mates, those claimed and unclaimed.
Freya’s white coat gleamed in the moonlight as I ran alongside her, Zak on her other side.
Heath and Gage led the way, with Flint and Rowan bringing up the rear.
This formation felt natural, with Freya at our center and six mates arrayed around her.
Through the Bonded link, collective relief and desperate need pulsed.
The battle had been terrifying — especially watching Zak, Rowan, Freya, and Heath face down the threats.
Now that the battle was over, the remaining adrenaline was transforming into something primal and urgent, the alphas’ post-battle lust and protective instincts driving us all to reaffirm our bonds.
My wolf whined with need. I’d waited so long to run with them, to be part of this incredible bond. This was it. My pack. My destiny. I needed them all just as desperately as their need rode them.
“Only a bit farther,” Freya’s mental voice was breathless with anticipation as we raced through Moonblessed.
The city was alive with activity thanks to the battle, even in the early dawn, but no one was crazy enough to try to stop or slow us down. Everyone recognized the Howling Echo at this point, and they knew better than to get in the way of alphas claiming their mates after battle.
Heath and Gage led us through town to the den once more. Heath shifted back to open the door. The moment we burst inside, I filled my lungs with my packmates’ intermingled scents, glad to be back, glad that we’d all survived to find our way here again.
Home, my wolf declared.
The rest of us shifted back to human form in a tangle of limbs and scattered sling bags.
Even on two legs, the alphas’ wolves were close to the surface, their eyes golden with the remnants of the battle frenzy and barely contained lust. And every single one of them was rock hard, a feast for my eyes.
Then Heath grabbed me, his lips crashing against mine in a desperate kiss before pulling back to watch the others. His possessive arms kept me pinned against his naked form.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Flint and Rowan converged on Zak, Flint bracketing Zak with his body, one broad hand spread low on the beta’s back as if to shield him from the chaos still buzzing outside.
Zak leaned into that touch, his wolf settling under Flint’s calm dominance.
The scent of our combined arousal filled the air.
Across the room, Gage pressed Freya against the wall, his powerful frame caging her in as his mouth found hers with bruising intensity. The alphas were barely holding themselves back, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened when their control snapped.
“When I saw how much magic you were gathering,” Gage murmured against her lips, his voice rough with emotion, “I was so worried about the backlash—”
He lifted her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. The sight of their passionate display made me instantly hard.
“Need you,” Gage growled.
“I’m here, alpha,” Freya’s breathless words made my cock throb with desire.
As if trying to map my skin, Heath’s hands roamed my naked body, stoking my need even higher.
Gage thrust into Freya in one powerful stroke, and Freya’s cry of pleasure echoed through the room and the bonds, making all of us groan in response.
“Fuck,” Heath murmured against my neck as he began gently biting his way down my neck to my collarbones.
My hands searched for purchase on Heath’s muscular shoulders, while my eyes stayed on the sight of them — Freya’s pale skin against Gage’s tanned muscle, his jacked body covering her delicate one, the way she arched into his touch — they made my mouth water.
“I love you more than my own life,” Gage confessed, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through his dominance.
Flint’s appreciative rumble drew my attention. “Look how she melts for you, Gage.”
Zak inhaled. “Her scent… goddess, it’s intoxicating.”
As Freya’s pleasure ignited, she opened the Bonded link more fully… and I gasped in delight. Now, I could feel the tight heat of her body as if Gage’s cock were my own, the stretch and fullness Freya felt as Gage claimed her with desperate intensity.
“That’s it, alpha.” Rowan’s appreciative growl rumbled from where he stood behind Zak, stroking his pierced cock. “Mark what’s yours.”
Zak winked at me as he caught me looking, promising fun times ahead. The hybrid seemed more at ease lately, as though he’d found his place in the pack, and now held no reservations welcoming me into it.
Heath pulled me closer, our dicks rubbing together as I watched our packmates lose themselves in each other.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Heath murmured against my ear. “My warrior wolf. What was it you called her? Our astral, taking what she needs.”
The feedback loop through the Bonded link was incredible — the sensations Freya was feeding us amplified everyone’s pleasure, creating a spiral of need that left us all panting. Gage’s thrusts grew more desperate, his control fraying as battle lust transformed into claiming need.
“Mine,” he snarled against Freya’s throat.
“Always yours,” she gasped, as her climax approached.
Gage licked one of the bite marks decorating Freya’s shoulders, and she shattered with a scream of ecstasy.
The sensation crashed through all of us. Gage followed immediately, his roar of completion making the windows rattle as he filled her with his release.
I groaned, my cock throbbing with unfulfilled need. Heath’s answering growl suggested he felt the same.
Freya laughed breathlessly as Gage slowly lowered her to her feet, her legs unsteady. “Alright, alpha, you’ve had your taste. Now let’s go somewhere we can all get comfortable.”
Before Gage could respond, Flint scooped Freya from his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the stairs. “To the bedroom, moonbeam.”
As we all followed, I marveled at the easy way they moved together, the natural flow of their dynamic. I’d never expected anyone but Odinswolves to be so free from jealousy.
Through the bond, I felt the profound rightness of this moment settling over everyone. I followed the others upstairs, eager to claim my place among them.
The bedroom felt charged with electricity as we entered, the Bonded link and my mate bond with Freya sizzling with shared desire. Flint gently placed her on the massive bed, his hands lingering on her skin as though he couldn’t bear to stop touching her.
My heartrate picked up as Freya reached for me first, honoring me. And yet I sensed not a drop of resentment from her other mates.
“Come here, my Odinswolf,” she whispered.
Heat and anticipation pulsed through the bonds from all sides as I climbed onto the mattress. Freya scooted back, stretching out on her back and opening her legs in invitation. I inhaled the scent of Gage already on her, savoring the way it intermingled her own sharp, wild arousal.
Lightning flickered along the ends of her white hair where it spilled over the pillow. When my knees settled between her thighs, a tremor ran through her, her nipples tightened, and her breath caught — all welcome signs of the effect I had on her.
I braced one hand beside her head and let the other skim down her throat, across the curve of her breast just close enough to Heath’s bite to tease, then lower to her hip.
Through our bonds, I rode the crest of her anticipation — nerves, hunger, a fierce satisfaction that we no longer had to rely on dreams alone to satisfy our craving for each other.
“Tor,” she breathed, hips tipping up to seek friction.
Normally I would take my time to ensure she could handle me, but Gage had already warmed her up. Lining myself up, I teased her with the head of my cock. Her head tipped back, a low sound escaping her throat. Sparks jumped from her skin to mine.
Zak moved closer, his gaze taking in Freya’s trembling legs. “Moon goddess, look at her,” he said, voice rough with appreciation.
Freya’s fingers clamped around my forearms, nails biting into my skin as I gave her what she wanted, slowly entering her.
It was a tight fit, the slide excruciatingly drawn out and just as erotic.
Her mouth fell open on a sharp inhale as I stretched her open.
Her broken moan went straight through me as I closed that last bit of distance and brought our hips together at last.
Her pleasure rolled along the bonds — shock at the fullness, then molten relief. Her legs locked around my hips, drawing me deeper until I bottomed out inside her.
“Yes,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Just like that.”
For a heartbeat, I held there, buried to the hilt while our breathing synced. Her lightning welcomed me, washing over my body like the blessings of a storm deity.
The moment felt so… right, I had to pause. After years of wandering, of dreaming of meeting other Odinswolves, of longing for connections like this, I suddenly found myself exactly where I’d always wanted to be. Freya cupped my face, her snow-blue eyes softening in silent understanding.
Then she rocked her hips, seeking friction, which I soon gave to her. Her spine arched, and a choked sound tore from her throat as I ground against her. Every roll of her hips sent another wave through the bond, each gasp a flare of heat through six other bodies.
“Now it’s our turn,” Heath said, settling on the bed beside us with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“That’s right.” Zak’s grin was wicked as he moved closer. “The rest of us get to properly welcome you now.”