Chapter 21 - Torsten #2
As I stayed positioned over Freya, hiding her lithe form with my larger body, my frame exposed and vulnerable, I felt the energy shift.
Through the bond, I sensed the coordination stemming from the pack alpha, like a pack preparing for a hunt.
Gage gave a small nod, and they moved with purpose — not just surrounding us, but spacing themselves with deliberate precision around my shoulders and arms.
“Think he can handle us all at once?” Heath wondered.
The intent hit me, stealing my breath.
They meant to claim me together. All of them. All at once. Five sets of fangs, five new mate bonds, all snapping into place simultaneously.
“Of course,” Rowan answered without hesitation. “He’s an Odinswolf.”
A memory punched through me of my solitude in a lonely cabin — my fist wrapped around my cock, my imagination full of half-formed images of the men biting me while Freya watched. I’d spilled across my own chest imagining it.
“You ready, snow wolf?” Flint asked.
“You all have such history together,” I said, my voice thickening with want.
I gazed at Freya, hoping she wouldn’t mind another Odinswolf being claimed by her mates. In the end, I hoped we could all experience the joy of claiming and being claimed by multiple mates, with shared satisfaction between us all.
She raised her head for a kiss, and I obliged her. She kissed me hard and long, her reassurances flooding over to me as though trying to tell me that my fears were baseless. But that wasn’t good enough for me.
“I feel like an interloper,” I admitted.
Freya laughed, the sound bright and joyful. “You are anything but. We just need to write you into our story.”
“Do you trust us?” Gage asked. His hand slid up from my lower back, over my shoulder blade, to the nape of my neck. His voice lowered. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” I answered immediately. Twisting to look at him, I readily admitted, “I long for your bites as well.”
His sky-blue gaze sharpened. “All of them?” he pressed. “Not just mine.”
Heat climbed my throat. My wolf shoved forward, unashamed.
Claim mates, he demanded.
“Say it, Tor,” Gage murmured, an edge of alpha command threading through his tone even though we both knew it couldn’t force me. “Say you want every one of us to claim you as our mate.”
Freya’s earlier words about their dominance flashed through my mind. It’s still hot… you’ll see. She’d been right. It rolled over my skin, not binding me, but thrilling me all the same.
“I want it,” I said, voice rough. “I want all of you to claim me. Freya already has. I want your bites as well — every single one.”
Satisfaction flared through the Bonded link from all corners — Gage’s approval, Heath’s hungry amusement, Flint’s quiet joy, Rowan’s feral desire, Zak’s hopeful delight, and Freya’s wild pride.
“Then take her slow,” Gage commanded. “Let us see every reaction.”
The thought of them watching us again somehow made me even harder. I began to move inside her again, slow and deliberate, savoring every gasp and moan that escaped her lips.
“Yes, Tor,” she gasped as I began moving the way she’d liked best our last time together.
Rowan’s rumbling growl of approval made my wolf preen with excitement. This was what I’d fantasized about in that frozen little cabin — being claimed by all of them, marked as theirs in every way possible while Freya watched.
“Can I play back here?” Zak asked gently, his hand tentatively stroking over my ass, not yet sure his touch would always be welcomed.
I groaned at the thought. “Please.”
Lube drizzled between my ass cheeks, and Zak’s fingertips soon traced circles around my hole. Meanwhile, Gage positioned himself at my right shoulder, with Heath and Flint to my left. Rowan moved to my flexed right bicep as I held myself above Freya.
Zak had bitten Heath’s ass last time, leaving his permanent mate mark for all time, and I silently begged him, “Not the ass, please.”
“Don’t worry,” Zak’s melodious voice rang in my mind. “I have a different spot in mind for you.”
His fingers breached me, and my hips jerked forward into Freya. My moan bordered on a whimper. Never before had I experienced both sensations at once — driving into my mate while another worked me open from behind.
The others shared my pleasure through the incredible Bonded link. Freya smiled up at me as her other mates gathered close, her eyes bright with knowing.
“Before we claim you as ours,” Gage sternly addressed me. “We’re going to need to hear who you belong to.”
My cock throbbed inside Freya as I remembered the way he’d demanded Zak say it.
When I didn’t immediately answer, Gage’s fingers brushed over Freya’s mark on me, and I gasped out the words, “I belong to the Howling Echo. To all of you. Forever.”
“Good.” Heath’s approval pleased my wolf.
Then Gage’s command rolled over everyone, and while it couldn’t touch Odinswolf magic, it still made my wolf bare his throat in thrilled submission.
“All together,” he ordered.
As Zak’s fingers curled inside me, expertly stroking over my prostate, five sets of teeth sank into my skin simultaneously.
My pack alpha’s fangs pierced my nape, claiming me in the most dominant way possible, just as Heath’s fangs found the left side of my neck, opposite of Freya’s mark.
Flint’s fangs sank into my left deltoid muscle, claiming the side opposite of the half-moon tattoo.
Rowan’s primal growl sounded as his teeth bit into my right bicep, while Zak leaned over me to bite just under my shoulder blade, his cock grinding against my thigh.
Five mate bonds snapping into place hurled me over the edge.
Freya’s cry answered mine, her nails biting into my shoulders as the sight of all her mates claiming me tore a matching climax from her.
Pleasure slammed through the Bonded link, hers and mine colliding until lightning crackled between us as our Odinswolf magic twined.
She clenched around me, milking every last drop from my body.
Sensation hit from every angle through the link — my sharp pain transforming into fierce possession, love and lust braided so tightly they were indistinguishable.
My vision went white as ecstasy tore through me, then kept going, wave after relentless wave while five new mate bonds coiled around my heart.
Their satisfaction crashed into me as my climax shook me apart, Freya’s euphoria burning hottest of all, a wild blaze that outshone everything else. And inside me, my wolf howled with joy.
“Mine!” I roared. “My mates!”
Freya’s thighs trembled against my sides, her breath coming in ragged pulls. I was no better.
But it wasn’t long before a streak of anticipation in the bonds cut through our spent bliss. The night wasn’t over, and I knew exactly what to do next to drive both Freya and Gage wild.
As soon as Freya and I caught our breaths, I eased out of her in one long, careful glide. Freya shuddered, as our combined release spilled from between her legs.
“Hold,” Gage ordered Freya, voice rough. “Don’t move yet.”
But we were Odinswolves. We didn’t have to obey. Freya grinned wickedly, knowing exactly what he wanted to see, so she instead closed her thighs, acting coy.
Gage demanded, “Spread her for me.”
Heath and Rowan immediately obeyed, palms sliding to Freya’s knees to ease them wider while I moved aside just enough to give Gage room.
Gage went to his knees before her, his gaze burning.
“Beautiful,” he rasped. “You’re a mess for us, princess.”
Slowly, he curled two fingers into her. Freya’s answering whimper shot straight through my core. A ribbon of our mingled releases coated his fingers as he withdrew them, glistening. Gage’s pupils blew wide.
“We did that,” he growled, looking over at Rowan, then Zak, then Heath and Flint. “We made our mates come that hard.”
Zak surprised me by leaning forward and sucking Gage’s fingers into his mouth. As he did so, I jolted with recognition — a fifth rune had appeared on his face. I reached up to touch my own cheekbone. While I couldn’t feel the mark, Freya’s delighted sound told me it was there.
As soon as Gage’s fingers were clean, Zak licked his lips and tossed Gage a wink. “Thank you, alpha.”
Gage growled as if Zak had stolen his prize.
Then he bent and licked a slow stripe up Freya’s pussy, from the dripping entrance all the way to her clit, savoring everything he’d asked to see.
Freya’s entire body jolted, a hoarse cry torn from her as fresh pleasure detonated through the bond.
A smaller, shivery climax rolled through her — aftershocks turning into something sharp and sweet under Gage’s tongue.
Only when she slumped back against the pillows, boneless and panting, did he lift his head. His mouth and beard shone with our combined release.
“Perfect.” His eyes blazed. “Every part of you is ours.”
“And every part of you is ours,” Heath replied, swaggering around the side of the bed.
Gripping our pack alpha’s hips, Heath pulled Gage to the edge of the bed, and the pack alpha let him, eyes betraying his eager desire to see where this was going as Heath went to his knees.
“Let’s give Freya and Torsten a moment…” Heath said with a smirk before taking the pack alpha’s impressive length into his mouth.
When I could finally think again, I found myself surrounded by gentle touches and loving gazes, even while they watched our two most powerful alphas together.
“How does it feel?” Freya asked, her voice soft as she traced the claiming bites now decorating my skin. Her touch left trails of desire in their wake that made my breath catch.
“Like finding a home I never knew existed,” I admitted, watching her eyes light up.
“That’s exactly it,” she whispered. “Each of you is a piece of home I never thought I’d find.” Her gaze traveled lovingly over each of her mates.