Chapter 30 - Freya #2
Rowan’s growl of agreement vibrated through the bonds as he pressed against my back, his mouth finding my shoulder with little nips that teased what was to come. “No rushing. No interruptions.”
Starlight shimmered around us as hands and mouths began to explore.
While I’d experienced something like this before when we’d brought Tor into the Bonded link, I couldn’t wait to discover exactly what “not bound by physics” could mean with all seven of us together.
With our bonds wide open, everyone could feel my intentions, my need.
The dreamscape shifted around us, responding with the fluid transitions of dreams.
Plush velvet cushions materialized beneath us, their midnight-blue fabric soft as clouds yet firm enough to support our weight.
Silken platforms rose from the starlit void, adjusting their height and angle with fluid grace to accommodate our impossible configuration.
What should have been awkward became effortless as crystalline benches formed to cradle our bodies exactly where we needed support.
Without concern for impossible angles, we found ourselves arranged in perfect harmony.
“Only in dreams,” Tor murmured as he watched the space reshape itself around us.
“Ready for me?” Heath murmured against my ear, his voice rough with desire.
He circled around behind me, his familiar heat pressing against my back as Gage positioned himself behind Heath, gripping Heath’s hips with what would be bruising force if we weren’t in a dream. Through the bonds I felt Heath’s anticipation spike.
Zak appeared in front of me, his dark eyes blazing with need. I reached for him with greedy hands. Together, Heath and Zak claimed me at the same time.
Heath’s thick length filled me from behind, stretching me in the most delicious way, while Zak pressed forward from the front. Even here in the dreamscape, I could feel every ridge and barbell of Zak’s piercings as they entered me, each piece of metal sending sparks of pleasure through my core.
Dream magic made it effortless, but that didn’t diminish how their dual penetration filled me with overwhelming sensation. Two cocks claiming me simultaneously, filling me so completely I could barely breathe? Perfect.
“My beautiful mate,” Heath groaned. “Taking us both so well.”
Zak’s piercings dragged against my inner walls with the most perfect friction as he moved, each metal barbell sending sparks of sensation through my core. Meanwhile Heath’s moan vibrated against my neck as he was filled and filled me in turn.
“You feel incredible,” Zak’s voice strained with pleasure. “So tight around me while Heath fills you too.”
“You look perfect together,” Flint breathed.
“Flint,” I moaned. “I want you to be part of this.” I looked at the others. “My dream is to have all of us connected physically the way the pack mind connects our minds and hearts.”
Zak looked at Flint. “What do you say, my moonmarked wolf?”
“I’m ready if you are,” he admitted, stroking himself as he waited to see what Zak would say.
“My first time with Tor was in a dream,” Zak remembered fondly. “Let’s consider this… practice.”
Flint grinned and grabbed Zak’s ass, making him moan, his dick throbbing inside of me.
“We’ll make it real soon enough,” he promised.
“It’s a dream, right?” Zak asked breathlessly. “Please don’t waste time prepping me. I already want you inside of me.”
I leaned forward and muffled his cries with a hungry kiss as Flint joined our chain, pressing into Zak and pushing him deeper into me.
Even still, my hybrid mate’s gasp of pleasure rippled through our entangled bonds.
The sensation of being surrounded, claimed, and loved by all of them at once threatened to overwhelm me.
But we weren’t finished.
Rowan appeared beside us, his golden eyes wild with desire as Tor moved behind him. “Come here, lightning bolt,” Rowan commanded, his voice rough with need.
The dreamscape shifted, supporting us all, regardless of our differing heights, no matter how we moved together.
I bowed my head, taking Rowan’s length between my lips. In the bonds, we had no secrets from one another, revealing Rowan’s primal hunger. He desperately wanted to try what Zak and Heath enjoyed — being filled while filling another.
“As you sure you want this?” Tor asked quietly, his hands finding Rowan’s hips.
“What better time to try it than in a dream?” he asked.
“Good point,” Zak laughed. “Then you’ll know whether you want to actually try it when you wake.”
Heath reached around between us, and his fingers found my clit, making my head spin with pleasure and wonder.
I moaned around Rowan’s cock just as Tor claimed him from behind. The taste of my wild mate flooded my senses along with Rowan’s shock of pleasure at the dual sensations.
Behind Heath, Gage thrust forward with a growl of satisfaction, and the chain reaction sent waves of sensation through all our bonds.
“That’s it, princess,” Gage growled, his voice rough with dominance as he gripped Heath’s hips tighter. “Take what we give you.”
Behind Zak, Flint’s steady rhythm never faltered.
“Look how beautiful you are, moonbeam. Our perfect center, surrounded by your mates.”
“You were made for this.” Rowan’s eyes blazed as I worked him with my mouth. “Made to be claimed by all of us at once.”
Heath’s moan vibrated against my skin as he pressed deeper into me. “Taking us all like the goddess you are.”
“Yes,” Tor sighed in contentment as he seated himself fully within Rowan. “You brought us all together.”
My wish was fulfilled — we were all connected at last.
The dreamscape held us suspended in perfect balance, gravity supporting us exactly as we needed. Every thrust, every movement flowed together in seamless harmony.
When Gage drove into Heath, Heath pressed deeper into me, which pushed me forward onto Rowan’s cock.
Meanwhile, Flint pushed deeper into Zak, causing his piercings to hit spots inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
Through the pack mind, I experienced everything they did, just as they experienced everything that I did.
“Mine,” Flint growled from behind Zak.
“Please,” Zak cried. “I need your bite.”
“Just as soon as we wake up, starbeam.”
The promise flashed through our shared consciousness as we all felt the depth of Flint’s devotion. It was beautiful to see our love growing and deepening like this.
I wanted them all, and just as they craved my happiness, I craved theirs. I wanted them to be as fulfilled and satisfied as I was with their mates — our shared mates.
I wanted boundless, unending, unlimited love.
And so did they.
Our bonds and the dream allowed walls to crumble, hearts to open to truths finally being spoken. Our joy flowed to one another seamlessly.
I pulled my mouth away from Rowan’s cock for a moment to kiss Zak, reaching out so my feral mate could thrust into my hand instead, which he did with wild abandon.
“This is what I wanted,” I whispered along Zak’s lips. “All of us loving each other.”
“Yes,” Tor said firmly. “The starbeams showed us we were meant for this.”
The emotional cascade was like a dam breaking. Love flowed between us like seven rivers to the sea, connecting every heart to every other heart until the boundaries between us disappeared entirely.
We moved as one organism, seven bodies with one shared consciousness, pleasure building and flowing between us like a tide. Every sensation was magnified, every touch felt by all.
When I leaned back over to suck Rowan back into my mouth, we all groaned with the pleasure of it.
This was meant to be.
Not just my mates loving me, but all of us loving each other.
“Look at these beautiful marks,” Heath growled, his lips finding Tor’s bite on my ear and sending pleasure shooting through me. His tongue traced the delicate skin while his teeth grazed the sensitive spot, sending shivers down my spine. “Six different claims on one perfect woman.”
Through the haze of overwhelming sensation, I felt hands reaching for the marks that decorated my body — the physical proof of my mates’ claims.
Rowan’s calloused hand slid beneath me to cover Heath’s bite on my breast, his touch possessive and reverent.
“Mine,” he rumbled, even as he stroked another man’s mark on me. “Ours. Completely ours.”
The marks blazed brighter, each touch sending liquid fire through my veins.
“Every inch of you belongs to us,” Flint murmured, reaching past Zak to touch Gage’s mark on my shoulder, his fingertips sliding over the raised scar. “Marked and claimed and cherished by all of us.”
Only in a dream could I handle so much stimulation at once without losing my mind.
Zak reached out to grasp my neck, tracing Rowan’s mark on the nape, adding to my pleasure. “Six different ways we’ve claimed you,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. “Six different kinds of love marking your beautiful body.”
Tor reached around Rowan to stroke the spot on my hand where Zak had bitten me, his touch firm and possessive.
“My beautiful mate,” Tor added, his voice filled with awe. “The heart of our constellation.”
“You’re a work of art, princess,” Gage said as he touched the final mark on my body — Flint’s mark on the opposite shoulder from his. “Painted with our love.”
Each bite mark began to glow with ethereal light, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
The simultaneous stimulation of all six marks sent cascades of ethereal pleasure through my body.
Each touch created ripples that spread outward through us all, amplifying until the sensation became almost unbearable.
I felt our approaching climaxes like gathering storm clouds. Seven different peaks building simultaneously, each one unique but connected to all the others through our shared consciousness.
Knowing that they would explode when I did sent me over the edge at last, taking them with me.
Seven different orgasms crashed into me at the same time.
I experienced Gage’s fierce satisfaction as he claimed Heath, the possessive joy of finally having what he’d wanted for years without ever admitting it to himself.
Heath’s overwhelming relief flooded through me next — the euphoria of having the two mates he’d never believed he could have.
Flint’s tender joy wrapped around my heart like a warm embrace, his love flowing through the bonds in waves, the one who’d known all along we could reach this point if we just had faith in each other.
Zak’s wonder crashed over me like a tsunami — his amazement at finally belonging to a pack, but not just any pack, a pack that loved and accepted him for exactly who he was.
Rowan’s primal triumph blazed through my veins like wildfire, satisfaction at finding mates who could match his feral ferocity.
And Tor’s deep contentment settled into my bones like the stardust we were all born from.
He’d patiently hunted for his mates all these years, and his love waited no longer.
The pleasure built and built until I was screaming with the intensity of it. Seven different kinds of love, seven different expressions of belonging, seven different ways of being claimed and cherished, seven climaxes all happening at once inside my body and heart and soul.
The pleasure was so intense it transcended the physical. This was complete belonging, total acceptance, perfect love made manifest.
Together, we were greater than any of us could be alone.
The dreamscape lit up like a supernova, our constellation blazing so bright it outshone every other star in the void.
As our magic settled into gentle sparkles across our skin and the overwhelming sensations began to ebb, the stars grew dimmer as reality called us back.
But instead of sadness, perfect contentment filled me.
The dream had shown us what we could be, what we were becoming, but it had also reminded us that what we had in the real world was just as precious.
“Together,” Tor said softly. “We wake up together.”
The void around us began to brighten, not with starlight but with the familiar golden glow of late afternoon sunlight filtering through the Moonblessed den’s windows. The sensation of floating gave way to the solid comfort of a real mattress beneath us, real sheets tangled around our limbs.
Warm bodies pressed close all around me with the steady rhythm of their breathing. The lingering scent of our combined arousal mixed with the clean smell of soap from our earlier showers. We were still intertwined, still connected, but now it was gloriously, perfectly real.
Around us, my other mates stirred, eyes opening to the soft light of the real world.
For once, waking up together sounded even better than a dream.