Chapter 26 Felicity
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
felicity
My chest heaves as I run, wondering if I haven’t just made a massive mistake by basically waving a red flag at a ravenous wolf.
The trees are dense and dark, the canopy overhead letting in only the barest glimpse of sunlight, but I carry onward. My foot catches on an exposed root, and my arms flail as I try to catch my balance.
When I’m steady, I pause, losing precious seconds as I spin around, trying to get my bearings. Everything looks the same. I have no idea which direction will lead me away, and which one will serve me up on a silver platter.
A loud howl pierces the air, sending a shiver rolling down my spine. Adrenaline surges, and I make a split-second decision, diving to my left, darting in between tree trunks, desperately searching for a clear path through.
My heartbeat whooshes loudly in my ears, but I still hear the crash of a large body moving through the underbrush, his footsteps thundering in my direction, getting louder with each step.
“Now you’ve done it, Princess,” Vaelor calls out teasingly, his voice feeling like it’s coming from everywhere and nowhere just as ice touches my cheek. “Remember, this was your choice.”
I blink, trying to think past the instinctive fear racing through me, and that’s when I hear the faintest trickle of water—a creek. I twist in that direction, hoping the water will hide my trail from my hunter.
I take two more steps, and then a heavy weight collides with my back, sending me sprawling to the forest floor. I hit the ground hard, my chin scraping against a rock, my teeth clacking together with force. I can taste dirt in my mouth, mingling with the copper metallic of blood.
His body is covering me, suffocating. There’s a brush of electricity, and his fur disappears, only leaving skin.
“Caught you,” Connor murmurs raggedly, and then he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
I scream out, his hand landing on my head, pushing me into the ground.
His other hand is slicing through my clothing with his claws, shredding them off my body, leaving me completely naked.
He shoves my legs apart with his knees, something hot and hard sliding between my ass cheeks.
“Hope you’re ready for me,” he grits out. And then, with one brutal thrust, Connor impales me on his cock. I cry out at the burn of the intrusion. He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, setting a pounding rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass.
“Fuck,” he breathes. I turn my head to the side, gasping for air as his fingers fist in my hair, my scalp stinging as he pulls carelessly at the strands. His other hand lands on my hip, clamping down to hold me in place, his claws pricking into my skin.
“Don’t you dare fucking knot her,” Vaelor snarls. I flinch, searching wildly for him. My warlock is braced against a tree, arms over his chest, golden eyes swirling with heat as he watches Connor ravage me, fucking into me like a wild beast in rut.
“Her cunt feels so fuckin’ good.” Connor groans.
“So fuckin’ wet, so fuckin’ tight. She was made to take us.
” He leans down, rubbing his stubble-rough jaw against my cheek.
“You liked me killing that bitch, didn’t you, baby?
It made you hot to see me spilling blood for you.
” I try to bite it back, but a wanton moan escapes my throat.
I feel his cheek tug up in a grin. “You can’t hide from us. ”
I watch as Vaelor flicks open his buttons, pulling his dick out and jacking it furiously. His thumb slips through pre-cum beading on the crown, and saliva pools in my mouth.
He chuckles. “You need a taste, baby?” A low, incomprehensible sound leaves me, and he shoots Connor a dark look. “Pull out.”
With a snarl, Connor does, leaving me empty, aching, and boneless. He steps back, and Vaelor steps forward, manhandling me onto my back, wiping a streak of dirt off my face, his touch strangely gentle.
He clucks his tongue. “You’re a mess.” I stare up at him, eyes locked with his, my mouth parted, chest heaving as my pussy throbs with unsatisfied need.
Vaelor gathers more cum on his fingers and shoves them into my mouth.
His essence coats my tongue, familiar and heady.
He presses down on my tongue, leaning down and commanding, “Suck.”
I couldn’t refuse him if I wanted to, humming around his digits, swirling my tongue off them until I’ve sucked them clean. He settles between my legs, the harsh fabric of his jeans brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
He takes his fingers from my mouth, sliding a hand under my head and palming my nape. “Ready for me, Princess?”
“Please.” It’s a shameless plea. “Fill me up, please.”
“You’re pretty when you beg.” The blunt head of his cock presses into me, tortuously slow. His expression is strained, but nothing I do makes him move any faster.
Connor kneels by my head, pressing fingers against my chin until I’m facing him, his cock already angled at my mouth. He doesn’t wait, pressing himself between my lips with a hum of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he mutters darkly. “Watch your teeth, Starling.” And then he pulls his hips back and thrusts back in, sliding another inch.
The next one sends him even deeper, the tip of his cock almost touching the back of my throat.
I gag, convulsing around him, and he goes impossibly further, cutting my oxygen off.
Vaelor cries out with a curse as he sinks his entire length into me, just as Connor pulls back. “You block her airway, and she strangles me,” he pants.
Connor strokes the sweaty strands of hair back from my forehead.
“Such a good little fuck doll, isn’t she?
” His eyes gleam as they lock with mine, and then he’s pushing in again.
This time, he just rests his length in my mouth, letting me swirl my tongue around him, suckling, desperate to please him.
He smiles down at me, flashing sharp teeth, and my heart skips a beat.
“That’s my girl.”
Vaelor growls, sounding wolfish himself, grinding his dick into me just as icy magic swirls around my clit. I cry out, caught off guard, and Connor seizes the opportunity to sink back into my mouth, collaring my throat and feeling the way it bulges with his dick.
“Shit, that’s hot.”
“Not gonna last,” Vaelor grunts. The icy touch grows firmer, more insistent, against my swollen bud. “Come on, Princess, be a good doll. You wanna come, you need to do it now.”
Tears are streaking down my temples, and Connor reaches down, wiping them away. He gives one last thrust into my mouth and then pulls away, leaving me gasping for air.
“Can’t,” I whisper, voice rough. “It’s too much.”
“Be a good girl, and fucking come,” Vaelor demands, and my back bows, head thrown back on a scream when he pinches my clit viciously, sending me shattering into millions of pieces.
Starbursts cover my vision, the world spinning wildly, but distantly, I hear Vaelor shout out his own release, his cock pulsing, coating my insides with heat.
He slowly pulls out of me as I drift back down to earth, but then Connor’s sliding back between my legs, no hesitation as he bottoms out. He leans down, licking over the bite mark on my chest with a purr.
“You’re ours, aren’t you, baby?” He presses his forehead to mine, our eyes locked. “Don’t deny us anymore, Starling.”
Vaelor settles near my shoulder, reaching out to tweak a tight nipple, each tug of his hand sending pulses right between my legs. “You made your choice when you ran,” he murmurs darkly. “Claim us, Princess.”
I stretch up, curling a hand around Connor’s neck, dragging him down to me.
He comes willingly, angling his head to the side, and I sink my blunt teeth into the skin of his throat—the damage minimal, but the representation making Connor groan as he swells impossibly large inside me.
He gives several hard and fast pumps, and then his knot is expanding, the stretch burning as he shoots rope after rope of cum inside me, joining Vaelor’s release.
Vaelor gently tugs me away from Connor’s throat, claiming my lips in an intoxicating kiss.
I take the opportunity to sink my teeth into his bottom lip, primal instincts driving me to claim them both in a physical way, even as the bond crystallizes into something miraculous inside us.
It’s almost like something’s unlocked within me, as easy as a key slotting into a well-oiled door.
It swings open, and they overflow into me, intense and overpowering, filling up every space, leaving nothing untouched.
I feel their emotions, sense their thoughts. I can see their obsession, and how it’s only grown over the past two years, morphing into something dark and edged in danger the longer they were forced to wait.
I see it all, and I know with complete certainty that they’ll never let me go. Their claim is burned into my soul, flawed and scarred, but beautiful. I’ll never get them out, but I don’t want to.
Connor’s knot locks us together, a soft rumble vibrating his chest as he pulses his hips against me, dragging his hardened flesh against my sensitive walls.
Vaelor leans over me, suckling a pebbled nipple into his mouth, grazing me with his teeth.
The combined sensations drag me over the edge into another orgasm—this one gentle, softer, but still just as mind-blowing.
Vaelor sits back, his tongue flicking out over his swollen bottom lip, swiping away traces of blood. “Written in blood,” he murmurs, stroking my cheeks in his hands. “That can’t be undone.”
I smile at him. “I think I’m okay with that.” He lifts an eyebrow up at that, but doesn’t say a word, just leaning down to press another kiss to my lips.
It takes several long minutes before Connor’s knot shrinks enough that he can pull out without hurting me, followed by their combined release dripping from me, making me shudder.
“We need to get her out of here,” Vaelor murmurs, stripping off his shirt and pulling it over me. Connor scoops me into his arms, tucking me protectively against his chest, frowning as he takes stock of every scrape, bruise, and cut covering my body.
“Shit,” he mutters, guilt flashing in his eyes. “We were too rough.”
I reach up, pressing a palm against his cheek. “I knew what I was getting into when I ran.” I wrinkle my nose. “Sort of. Anyway, I vote for a bath and a nap.”
“That we can do, Princess,” Vaelor murmurs. “You’ve earned it.”
Connor rumbles out a laugh, the sound vibrating against my cheek, and I grin. There’s no denying the truth of that. I’m sore in every sense of the word, and I’m pretty sure there’s a collection of sticks in my hair.
My wolf presses a kiss to my temple, his promise filled with meaning. “Anything you want.”
I snuggle deeper into Connor’s chest. I know there’s more to sort out—our families, finances, our future, the dead body lying by the cemetery. But right now, I’m content and satiated.
“No regrets?” Vaelor asks quietly, reaching out to take my hand.
I take his question seriously, searching inward. “No. I’m still worried. About our families and what happens next. But now…” I stroke a hand over my dual marks, feeling them thrum in response.
“Now, you have us,” Vaelor states. Connor rumbles out an agreement, their obsession sliding through the bond, wrapping around me like thorny veins. It hurts, but only in the best kind of way.
“And now I have you,” I agree, the truth settling inside me, as comforting as an old, familiar blanket. These men are flawed, dark, and uncontrollable, sharing a moral compass that I’m pretty sure is broken.
But I’ve never felt safer, knowing they’re mine, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.