Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
RANULF
“Ido hope so,” I say. “It is every male’s dream to find a mate that needs a little taming.”
I cup her cheek, turning her to face me before slanting my lips over hers. The kiss is hot and hungry. My tongue spears between her lips. She sucks greedily on it, moaning into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Alden says gruffly. “We will never get to clean her and tend to her soreness if you keep this up.”
Reluctantly, I drag my lips from hers and stroke my index finger down her cheek.
My gaze rests on her puffy lips before rising.
She has large, expressive brown eyes, and I get a little lost in them.
“You are so fucking sweet. I should not want to defile you in all the many ways I do. Still, that cannot be helped. You have mated yourself to three wolf shifters. And all of us are eager to plow your soft human cunt in each of our forms.”
I need to fucking wash her before I fuck her again…
As is my right as first mate, I take the lead on what happens.
I push up to my knees, scoop my arms underneath Evanthe, and wade out of our giant nest with her.
Alden and Beric follow close on my heels as I stride for our bathing room. Neither one of them wants to miss out.
Despite Alden taunting me about taking no rest last night, the truth is that none of us did. It is a lot for a new mate to take in. A new home, a new pack, and new men with beastly needs. My instincts told me she could have woken and been frightened.
I would have my mate frightened of nothing. Staying awake to watch over her the first time sleeping here was a small price to pay where her well-being is concerned. We will introduce her to the pack later. We are high-ranking, and our pack will show her the respect due.
If they do not, I will put a thumping on them that they will not readily forget. Not that I expect trouble, but I shall make her importance clear to everyone, just in fucking case.
The bathing chamber consists of a small rocky pool. She gasps as I wade into the warm water. “The water is full of minerals,” I say. “It will help to soothe your soreness.”
She wears a permanent blush. I can admit I like her shyness, but also that she’s not afraid of us.
Then again, the Goddess brought her to us, surely. And if that is so, then I must also believe that she chose wisely.
“Oh, this feels nice,” she says, smiling.
“I shall tend her hair,” Alden says, already reaching for the soap sand.
“I shall tend the rest of her,” Beric says lasciviously.
“I-I can wash myself,” she says, blinking between them, adorably confused.
Beric kisses the tip of her nose. “It is our duty to care for our mate. You will submit like a good girl, or you’ll find yourself over the side of the pool and your bottom spanked.”
Taking the cloth with a note of challenge, he gently begins by wiping her face.
Lounging back against one side of the pool, I watch as they move in on our sweet mate, lavishing her with attention and care. Alden suds up her hair, and her eyes turn half-mast as they rest on me, watching me watching her with them.
“This feels unseemly,” she says, still blushing furiously.
“Well, I dare say you shall get used to it,” I say. “Unless you enjoy the sting of a palm against your bottom.”
Her eyes lower, and she does not see my smirk. I get a firm impression our mate would not be averse to a little loving discipline.
I catch Beric’s grin as he continues cleaning down her throat. “Our mate is truly filthy everywhere,” he says. “I anticipate she will need a lot of cleaning.”
“Go ahead,” I say.
Her hair is soon squeaky clean. Alden nuzzles the side of her throat as Beric soaps up her pretty tits.
With gentle hands, they clean her everywhere.
Her eyes remain on me the whole time. It’s fair to say that cleaning her gets a little out of hand, for soon she is spread out over the poolside on a soft towel while Alden eats out her cunt and Beric and I worship her tits.
I’m so fucking hard, I could drive nails by the time she screams out her pleasure.
Alden finally lifts his head and licks his lips. “I believe I have sorted her small soreness out.”
Beric huffs a chuckle. “Thank fuck. Let us get our mate back to the furs.”
EVANTHE
They carry me back to the bed—though the term feels inadequate when applied to the great, layered nest of furs and pelts it takes up half of the bedding room.
Ranulf lowers me into the center as though I am sacred. Alden and Beric flank him. All three of them gaze down at me in human form. It shouldn’t feel as overwhelming as their wolves… yet somehow, it does.
My pussy still sparks from Alden’s loving attention. My breasts feel heavy and a little sore. Yet heat still burns in my core, a desire to feel them inside me, to connect.
I shiver, but not from the cold.
“Do you want this? Want us?” Ranulf asks.
I nod. “I do. Truly.” And how easy it is to say that.
Alden moves to lie to my left. He brushes my damp hair back, the pad of his thumb stroking the line of my jaw. Beric moves to my right. He lowers his head, and his lips enclose the stiff peak of my nipple.
“Better?” Alden murmurs as he reaches down to slide his fingers through the slick folds of my pussy.
I mumble words of nonsense.
“Open up, mate,” Ranulf commands, and like a good girl, my thighs part, showing myself to them.
Beric’s hand slides down, his fingers butting up against Alden’s before they plunge into me.
I arch up.
“Open her,” Ranulf says.
“Goddess!”
Their fingers are inside me, pulling me open, spreading the slickness around.
Alden inhales against my throat, then nips. “Dripping with need. What a filthy treasure we have found.”
Hunger burns inside me.
Primal. Ancient.
Ranulf lowers himself to the bed, coming down, his knees hitting the soft nest.
“Hold her,” he commands.
Alden and Beric lift their heads, gazing down to where Ranulf lines up, ready to penetrate me.
My breath catches as they pull me open, all of us locked on the moment.
Ranulf pushes, sinking into me slowly, and a low moan rises inside me the deeper he goes, setting sweet nerves fluttering the length of my channel.
“Good girl,” Alden says, leaning forward a little so he can better see where Ranulf stretches me around his girth. “Fuck, look at her taking you so well. Does that feel good with my pack brother all up inside you, Evanthe? Is this what you needed?”
“Yes. Oh, please.”
“Please what, mate?” Ranulf demands, grinding deeper, forcing my flesh to yield.
“More.”
“I am all the way in you,” he says. “To the root. Are you asking for my knot? Is that what you need? For me to stretch your pussy out with my fat knot?”
“Yes, oh please, move. Fuck me. Take me.”
“Not a problem,” he says with a determined glint in his eyes.
He begins to thrust. Deep, hefty impalements. And even as he fucks me, Alden and Beric slide their fingers all over my pussy and clit, feeling where Ranulf takes me.
My heartbeat is fast; my breathing shallow. I am closing in on a single glorious destination, one that will deliver untold pleasure if only he will give me my desire. A storm is coming for me, billowing on the horizon, closing in with every savage thrust.
Lips find mine, hot and urgent. Teeth nip my throat.
My hands are directed until they grasp over two hot, thrusting cocks.
Growls, low snarls, the sticky wet sounds of coupling, and rich male scents fill my nose.
“Take my cock, mate,” a voice whispers inside my mind. “Take our seed. Take our bodies and our hearts.”
Hot male flesh lodges intimately. Seed spills over me and in me. My mind flies, and my pleasure soars in a climax that never seems to end.
Alden’s breath shudders against my nape.
Beric’s claws prick faintly as he fights his shift.
Ranulf lowers his body until his forehead touches mine, breath mingling with mine.
“You are knotted,” he whispers.
“Held,” Beric says.
“Bound to us,” Alden adds.
And still, I am coming, pulsing, sparking.
Beric growls against my throat. “Let her feel us… all of us.”
“Little mate,” Ranulf growls, affection, pride, and love. “Brace yourself, for we are a long way from being done with you.”
Heat.
Breath.
Need.
“There,” Ranulf whispers lowly. “There she goes.”
“Ours.”
“All of ours.”