Chapter 31 - Flint #2
I reached for the lube in the bedside drawer, my movements deliberate. When I returned, Zak glanced over his shoulder at me, and I caught the flash of vulnerability in his eyes.
“Don’t treat me like I’ll break,” he said quietly.
I pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, right over Gage’s claiming bite. “I would never. But I won’t be careless with you either.”
His answering smile was small but genuine. “I can live with that.”
Through the pack mind, I sensed Heath’s awareness brush against mine — not intrusive, just… available. All those times he’d been with men, all that experience, offered freely if I wanted it.
“Thank you,” I sent silently, and felt his warm approval in return.
I slicked my fingers and began to open Zak, watching his face for every reaction. He pushed back against my hand almost immediately, a soft sound escaping his throat.
“More,” he breathed.
“Patience, starbeam.”
I added a second finger, crooking them to find the spot that made his back arch. Through the pack mind, Heath’s knowledge guided me — the angle, the pressure, the rhythm that would drive Zak wild.
Heath moved out of the way as Freya’s intentions became clear through the pack mind. She wanted to kiss Zak.
She moved closer, her hand cupping Zak’s face as she drew him into a deep kiss.
Through our connections, his pleasure spiked — being touched by both of us, caught between us, exactly where he wanted to be.
Tor gathered Freya’s hair and began kissing her shoulder while Gage notched himself at her entrance.
His sky-blue eyes met mine, and I caught the edge of his plan through our pack mind.
“Watch Flint penetrate Zak while I penetrate you,” Gage suggested out loud.
But although he teased Freya’s dripping wet entrance, he waited. Just like that time I had simultaneously teased Freya while Zak and Heath played, Gage was doing the same with Freya now while Zak and I prepared to lay claim to each other as mates.
When I judged Zak ready, I positioned myself. With a nod, Gage pushed into Freya just as I pressed slowly inside Zak. The first breach made us both groan, and I had to pause to let him adjust, but his body greedily accepted mine.
The sensation was… overwhelming. Different from being with Freya in ways I hadn’t anticipated. The knowledge that this was Zak, that I was claiming him, sent electricity racing down my spine.
“Fuck,” Zak gasped against Freya’s mouth. “Flint—”
“I’ve got you.” I gripped his hips, holding him steady as I sank deeper. My nervousness melted away, replaced by pure instinct and desire. This was right. This was meant to be.
Freya pulled back from the kiss, her eyes bright as she watched us.
“You’re both so beautiful like this,” she said. Then Gage went deeper and she groaned. “Yes, alpha, just like that.”
Around us, the others had drawn closer, all of them touching Freya or Gage, while giving Zak and I space. Through our shared awareness, I felt their approval, their hunger, their joy at seeing another bond made whole. All the way, Freya and Zak’s moans entwined.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, my rhythm steady and deep. “Listen to her. Feel how much she loves watching us.”
I began to move, finding a rhythm that made Zak’s fingers dig into the sheets. Each thrust drew sounds from him that went straight to my cock. The pack mind showed me how good this was for him. The stretch, the fullness, the proof that he belonged.
As Rowan played with Freya’s breasts, his teeth nipping down her shoulder blade, Tor did the same to Gage. Heath tilted his head and ducked beneath her body. Her gasp echoed through the room, and Zak moaned at the sound.
We all felt exactly what Heath was doing through the pack mind.
The angle wasn’t great, but he twisted his head and let his tongue tease along Freya’s folds while Gage penetrated her.
Anytime Gage pulled out, Heath’s tongue darted over to him, letting his length also slide along his tongue.
When he was deep inside, Heath sucked on Freya’s clit, making her lose her mind.
As Freya fell over the edge, she pulled Gage right along with her. He came all the harder as Heath continued licking and teasing them both.
“Not yet,” I gritted out to Zak, who whimpered as the force of their orgasms hit us all. “Don’t come yet,” I ordered the beta wolf.
Rowan grabbed the base of his cock, desperately trying not to come as we felt Zak shudder with need, his response otherwise incoherent, lost in sensation as I found his prostate with every stroke.
As Freya and Gage came back down from their high, my gaze fell to Zak’s shoulder — the unmarked space opposite Freya’s claiming bite. Perfect and waiting.
Through our pack mind, the realization crystallized. We didn’t need words. As Gage and Freya disentangled themselves, Zak and I did the same.
“May I taste him on you, sweet one?” Tor asked Freya.
Rowan and Heath helped her lay down, rearranging the pillows to make our mate comfortable. As soon as Freya nodded, Tor pulled her pale thighs over his broad, even paler shoulders and began feasting.
Meanwhile, I found myself between Zak’s thighs with him on his back. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw everything — his beta’s natural need to submit, his fear of abandonment, his desperate need to belong, and his fierce love for all of us.
“Together,” I said.
He nodded, and we moved as one. His fangs already descended, Zak tilted his head toward me as I bent to claim him. My fangs sank into the curve where his neck met his shoulder at the exact moment his fangs pierced me.
Zak’s climax hit like lightning striking. He came with a broken cry, his release painting both our chests as his body clenched around me. The sensation dragged me over the edge with him, and I roared against his skin as I filled him, my own magic rising to meet his.
At the same moment, Freya’s scream of pleasure tore through the room.
Tor’s skilled mouth had driven her to another peak, and her orgasm crashed through our pack mind.
Her Odinswolf lightning crackled across her skin, arcing between the seven of us — hybrids, Odinswolves, and alphas alike — until the entire room blazed with the magical light of our bonds.
Our new mate bond slammed into place from both directions — equal, mutual, blazing with certainty.
But this wasn’t just shifter magic.
Warmth flooded through every nerve ending until I couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began.
Then the runes appeared.
A glowing purple ansuz rune bloomed on Zak’s cheekbone, completing his set of three on each side. Heat prickled along my own skin as a matching rune flared to life on my right cheekbone, opposite the one Freya had given me.
I held Zak against me as we both trembled with the aftershocks. Through the new bond, I felt his overwhelming relief — the bone-deep certainty that he would never be cast aside again.
Mine, my wolf spirit declared with fierce satisfaction. Ours.
After we released each other, I carefully withdrew and turned Zak in my arms. His dark eyes were wet, but his smile was bright.
“The bond was already there,” he said, his voice rough. “We just needed the marks.”
I pressed my forehead to his. “And time will do the rest. This is just the beginning, starbeam — the foundation. We’ll build a lifetime of small moments that make this bond unshakeable.”
Through our fresh connection, I felt his wonder at the promise. Not a flash-fire romance that burned bright and fast, but something that would grow deeper roots with every passing season.
Around us, I felt the others’ awareness shift as the new bond settled into place. Our constellation had rearranged itself, the final connection made visible.
With Tor’s satisfied smirk visible, he lifted his head from between Freya’s thighs, and his quiet satisfaction pulsed through our pack mind. We were complete at last.
Then Heath moved, his wicked grin firmly in place as he crawled toward us. His gaze dropped to Zak’s release painting his skin.
“Can’t have you making a mess without cleaning it up,” Heath said, his voice dropping into that playful tone that promised trouble.
Heath’s tongue traced a path along Zak’s abs, licking away the evidence of his climax all the way up to his pierced nipples. Zak shuddered, oversensitive and overwhelmed, and I held him steady as Heath worked his way across his skin with deliberate thoroughness.
“Heath,” Zak gasped as Heath’s teeth tugged at his nipple piercing. He collapsed against me, still trembling with aftershocks, and I wrapped my arms around him.
“Mm?” Heath’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he looked up. “Just being helpful.”
Freya laughed breathlessly from where she lay boneless against the pillows.
“I think,” Gage said, his voice carrying that edge of command that made everyone pay attention, “we’re just getting started.”
His sky-blue gaze swept over all of us, and through our pack mind, I felt his hunger — and everyone else’s — rising.
Zak’s hand found mine, our new mate bond humming between us with contentment and anticipation both. My wolf spirit settled, finally at peace. We had everything we needed right here.
But Gage was right. The night was far from over.
Freya sat up slowly, her pale skin flushed and her snow-blue eyes dark with renewed hunger. Rowan’s golden gaze tracked her every movement like the predator he was.
Through the pack mind, I felt her desire building again — insistent, demanding. And because we were all connected, that hunger rippled through every bond we shared, stoking the fire in all of us.
“What do you need, moonbeam?” I asked, though through our connections, I already had an idea.
Her gaze swept over all of us, lingering on Tor’s impressive frame. “I want to feel full again. Completely full.”
Zak’s eyes heated, but I caught the edge of his hesitation through our bonds. He’d already spent himself, and even magic had limits.