Chapter 22 - Rowan
Rowan
My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin as I watched Heath be claimed by Torsten. Through the Bonded link, I sensed that Tor’s size and unhurried thrusts made Heath feel cherished rather than conquered. It was exactly what Heath needed after nearly losing his life tonight.
With Heath, Tor was reverent and intense.
My wolf had recognized Tor as my mate the moment our eyes met across the Denraider battlefield. In truth, I’d known it from the dream Freya pulled me and Zak into with Tor.
Back before Freya, all those times Heath and I had sought out companions for the evening, I’d sometimes noticed that he showed up the next morning with the fresh scent of frustration and disappointment.
Those times had happened with his male bedmates more often than female ones, and I’d never questioned it.
But after watching our pack’s second-most dominant alpha bottom for Zak, Gage, and Tor, I finally understood why.
As Tor bit him, Heath’s scent was anything but frustrated or disappointed. Within moments, he was sated, ecstatic, and sporting a new mate mark.
Altogether, Freya’s seductive perfume mixed with her six lusty mates had my control hanging by a thread. The act between Tor and Heath was primal, bringing Freya and me to climax right along with them.
“What next, lightning bolt? See something you like?” I whispered.
From time to time, lightning still crackled faintly along her white hair, adding to the primal atmosphere.
She disengaged from me to give Tor a quick kiss, then her eyes fell on Zak’s impressively pierced length.
“Those piercings,” she breathed, licking her lips.
Tor and Heath caught their breath as Freya moved with fluid grace from Tor to Zak, pushing her fellow hybrid back on the bed.
She took his pierced cock into her mouth with eager enthusiasm, her ass toward me, giving me the perfect view of my release leaking from her.
The sight of her lips stretching around his girth and the way the metal barbells caught the light as they disappeared between her lips made my own cock throb back to life.
“Fuck,” Zak gasped, his dark eyes rolling back as Freya’s tongue explored every ridge and piercing. “Your mouth, Freya.”
Flint positioned himself behind Freya, his hands gentle as he lined himself up, teasing her wet entrance with his crown.
“Ready for me?” Flint asked.
A primal part of me relished the thought of my release smoothing the way for Flint as he took our mate.
She pulled her mouth off Zak just long enough to answer, “Always.”
Her moan around Zak’s cock was pure music as Flint slid home in one smooth thrust. Soon he had her crying in ecstasy as he worked her with steady, powerful strokes. Freya moaned around Zak’s cock, the vibration dragging a broken curse from the hybrid.
“Perfect,” I murmured, unable to look away. “Look how they both surrender to you, Flint.”
Through the Bonded link, I felt Zak’s overwhelming gratitude — not just for the physical pleasure, but for the acceptance, the belonging. I noticed his eyes kept coming back to Flint’s. For his part, Flint didn’t look away.
They’d both sacrificed so much for those they loved; it didn’t surprise me that Zak’s wolf had started circling Flint’s the way mine had once circled Freya’s. Something told me that soon, Zak would find himself with six mates, just like Tor had today.
“You’re so good at that, moonbeam,” Flint murmured his praise. “Giving pleasure while receiving it.”
“She is,” Zak gasped.
The words sent a bolt of possessive heat through me.
Tor shifted his attention to Flint, watching his cock disappearing in and out of Freya before he asked his question.
“Where would you have my mark?” Tor asked. “The same place you claimed me?” He gestured to the muscular part of his upper arm, opposite his half-moon tattoo.
Flint’s eyes darkened with desire. “The nape,” he decided, his voice husky. “I once told Freya she would look beautiful with a necklace of bite marks around her throat. I now find myself wanting the same.”
Freya moaned around Zak’s length, and I caught the flash of teeth as she teased his barbells, mixing pain with pleasure the way we all knew Zak liked. And if anyone had any doubts, his gasp and needy whine would have erased them.
“Our perfect beta mate, taking whatever we give him,” Heath growled possessively.
Tor moved with predatory grace behind Flint, his massive frame making Flint look almost delicate before him. His hands settled on the alpha’s shoulders, steadying him.
Did Tor realize he was claiming each of his new mates in the exact same order we had claimed Freya? First Gage, then Heath, then Flint… Which meant I would be next.
“My mate,” Tor murmured. “Guardian of our pack.”
When his teeth sank into the nape of Flint’s neck, the reaction was instantaneous.
Flint’s back arched, a primal cry tearing from his throat as his climax overwhelmed him.
His hips pushed forward and his seed flooded into Freya, pushing her deeper onto Zak’s cock.
He shuddered as her lips tightened around him.
Flint’s hips pistoned forward and back a few more times until Tor released his neck and licked the bite. Then Flint turned his head, his forehead meeting Tor’s. In the Bonded link and the pack bond, I felt their new mate bond settle into place, bright and solid.
I growled with satisfaction, my wolf preening at the sight of our mates claimed and sated. But the night was far from over.
And I was growing impatient for my turn with the Odinswolf.
Flint eased out of Freya with a low groan, pulling her off of Zak’s cock for a moment, all of them shivering at the separation. Zak whimpered with need, his cock still rigid and slick from Freya’s mouth.
The frustration pouring off him through our strengthened Bonded link hit me with unexpected force. I could feel the throbbing ache of his denial, the desperate need to be allowed release.
“Please…”
“Not yet, beta,” Gage commanded firmly. “You wait for permission.”
His large hand wrapped around the hybrid’s pierced cock. He stroked roughly, making Zak cry out as oversensitive flesh was stimulated without mercy.
“Please, alpha,” Zak whimpered, his hips jerking involuntarily. “I’ll — It’s too much.”
A protective growl rumbled from my chest. The sound surprised even me — my wolf rising to defend our beta mate.
Gage’s eyes flicked to mine, understanding in their depths. “Check the Bonded link, Rowan,” he suggested. “Feel how much he’s loving us keeping him right on the edge. It’s not just pain he craves.”
I opened myself to Zak’s emotions, and what I found made me ache with desire. Beneath the surface pain was a deep, consuming pleasure — the satisfaction of being controlled, of surrendering completely. Zak continued to surprise and delight me with his versatility compared to the rest of us.
“Let me get him ready for you,” Gage told me, certain I had sensed what he had.
Our pack alpha’s protective instincts demanded he prepare our shared mate for what he knew I wanted to do next. Heath grabbed the lube and drizzled it on Gage’s fingers. Zak moaned as Gage roughly gave him two fingers at once.
Freya grinned at Zak, her desire rising as he moaned. “I want to feel those piercings inside me now.”
“Go,” Gage said, releasing him.
Zak moved toward her on shaky legs, his cock still glistening with her attentions. As he positioned himself between her thighs, I couldn’t help but appreciate the view.
His pierced length slid into her like he belonged there. Her head fell back, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips as the metal barbells stimulated her sensitive flesh.
The sight of them joined, combined with Zak’s desire still radiating through the Bonded link, drew me forward like a magnet.
Without conscious thought, I positioned myself behind him, my hands gripping his hips.
I paused there, notched at his entrance, waiting to be sure Zak could still handle more.
“Please,” Zak breathed, pushing back against me. “Fill me, wolf man.”
The emptiness radiating from him through our mate bond opened like a pit.
I could actually feel his hollowness, the aching desire to be filled.
The sensation made my own body clench with sympathetic want, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like to be taken this way — perhaps by Tor’s impressive girth.
The thought shocked me, yet my wolf didn’t recoil from it. Instead, he pushed closer to the surface, curious.
I entered him in one rough thrust, just the way Zak liked it. The sensation was incredible — tight heat enveloping me while I felt Zak’s dual pleasure through our bond. Being filled while filling Freya had him trembling with overwhelming sensation.
“Zak’s trembling,” Gage noted, his voice thick with arousal.
“He’s trying not to come inside our powerful mate,” Heath chuckled.
The mate bond with Zak flared hot and bright, my wolf howling his joy. As my eyes met Freya’s over Zak’s shoulder, I felt the same with her. And yet, my wolf still felt incomplete, undone.
My hands tightened on Zak’s hips as I recalled the terror that had gripped me earlier tonight — the moment we realized he was near the perimeter when the witches attacked.
How my paws had torn across the ground beside Heath.
We were so desperate to reach them, to protect our beta.
Even when I’d reached his side, Zak had protected me as much as I’d protected him, his magic deflecting curses meant for me.
The memory made me thrust harder, my wolf demanding I claim what was mine, what I’d nearly lost. Zak’s answering moan told me he enjoyed the rougher treatment, his body yielding to my near-feral need.
“I love feeling your powerful thrusts pushing Zak deeper into me,” Freya breathed, her voice husky with desire.
I looked over Zak’s shoulder to see Freya grinning with enjoyment, her snow-blue eyes bright with pleasure as she watched us both struggle for control.