Chapter 5
Five
Hilda
I’m tangled between Callum and Arkan on my bed, both of their knots finally softening, when I hear it.
A howl. Long, wild, feral.
So close it rattles the windows.
“He’s here,” Callum says, sounding far too satisfied about it.
My entire body tenses. I’m exhausted. Thoroughly claimed by two massive alphas. Filled with their cum. Marked with their bites and scratches. Barely able to think straight.
And there’s a third one coming. Oh, God…
“I can’t…” I start.
“You can,” Arkan murmurs against my neck, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss there. “You want it. I can feel it through our bond.”
He’s not wrong. Despite my exhaustion, despite being utterly wrecked, my omega is purring with anticipation. The bond in my chest is doing that expanding thing again, making room for the third thread.
Another howl, even closer. Something crashes in the hallway…sounds like a whole wall going down.
Then my chamber doors explode inward.
Not opened. Not kicked open. Explode. Wood splinters everywhere, hinges tearing free from the stone.
And through the destruction walks…no, stalks…the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen.
He’s massive. Bigger than any natural wolf. His gray fur is almost silver in the firelight. And across one eye, cutting through, is a vicious scar.
His terrifyingly beautiful eyes lock on me and he snarls.
I should be terrified, screaming, scrambling away.
Instead, my omega goes absolutely fucking feral with want. His scent hitting me like a physical force…wild frost and mountain air, sharp and untamed. Nothing like Callum’s wood smoke or Arkan’s pine and earth. His is pure wilderness.
The bond flares so bright in my chest it hurts. That third thread snapping into place, and suddenly I can feel HIM. Feel Baylin through our connection, and he’s all wild hunger and possessive need and mine mine mine.
Callum and Arkan’s knots have finally released and they pull out of me. I whimper at the loss.
Baylin’s nostrils flare. His eyes go even darker.
He sees me leaking his brothers’ seed out. And he looks ready to fucking devour me.
“Brother,” Callum says conversationally, like there isn’t a giant feral wolf in my bedroom. “Meet Hilda. Our omega.”
The wolf…Baylin…doesn’t shift. Nope, he doesn’t turn back human. He just keeps stalking toward the bed, like a goddamn predator.
“He’s not going to shift?” I whisper, unsure if I’m terrified out of my mind or fascinated by the perspective.
“Probably not,” Arkan chuckles.
“He’s gonna claim me… As a wolf…” I clarify.
“Yes.”
Baylin reaches the bed, and I stop thinking entirely.
He’s huge up close. His head is level with mine even though I’m on the bed and he’s on the floor. And his eyes…bore into me.
Then he moves.
One second he’s at the edge of the bed. The next he grabs me and pulls me away from his brothers, snarling again.
Callum and Arkan don’t fight him. They just move aside, settling back to watch with hungry eyes.
“Wait…” I start. “Let’s talk about this…”
But Baylin just drags me to the fur hide in front of the fireplace, while the othwer two assholes chuckle darkly.
He sets me on my hands and knees. And of course… My omega takes over before my brain can catch up. I present. Ass up, back arched, thighs spread. Fuck me!
Offering myself to my alpha.
Baylin lets out a sound that’s half growl, half satisfied rumble…and fucking mounts me.
Oh fuck. Oh God. This is really happening. I’m getting fucked by a fucking wolf!
I feel his immense weight on my back, his thick, surprisingly soft fur against my skin, his impossible heat surrounding me. His wild scent, all I can breathe… And then, his cock…huge, thick, inhuman…pressing against my entrance.
“Oh, God…” I gasp in a strangled voice.
He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ease in. Nope. Motherfucker just drives forward in one brutal thrust and I fucking scream!
He’s even bigger than his brothers. Bigger than anything I’ve ever fucking imagined. Stretching me impossibly wide, filling me so completely, I can’t breathe. Can’t fucking think. Only feel.
And he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pause to let me adjust. Just starts thrusting with brutal, animal intensity.
I’m making sounds I’ve never made before in my life.
Moaning, whimpering, sobbing. It’s too much.
It’s perfect. It’s completely overwhelming.
This asshole is fucking rearranging my insides in the most delicious way.
His big dick rubbing at all the perfect spots to make my body hum and vibrate with pleasure.
Pushing deep, hitting incredible angles. So full. So fucking good.
“That’s it,” Callum’s voice comes from somewhere behind us. “Take our brother.”
Baylin’s claws dig into my hips, breaking skin, holding me in place while he ruts into me. The sound of it is obscene. Wet and desperate, and primal. I’m in complete sensory overload. Feeling him all over me, around me, inside me, hearing us, smelling us…
I come without warning, my whole body seizing, clenching around his massive cock. He doesn’t slow down. Just keeps fucking me through it, drawing it out until I’m fucking screaming. It’s too much, too good, too intense, unreal.
From the bed, I hear Arkan groan. “Fuck, she’s beautiful.”
Baylin’s pace gets even more brutal. His knot is swelling…I can feel it at my entrance with each thrust, stretching me even wider. I feel like I’m gonna break, explode, evaporate into thin air.
“He’s going to knot you,” Callum purrs.
I can’t respond. Can’t form words. Can only take it as Baylin drives his knot deep and fucking locks.
The pressure is so intense. Impossible. His knot is massive, stretching me to my absolute limit, and I feel him flood me with his cum.
So much. Hot and thick and endless.
I’m sobbing from pleasure, overwhelm, and the intensity of being claimed by my third alpha.
Baylin is still inside me, still in wolf form. He shifts his weight, keeping me pinned exactly where and how he wants me.
Then I feel his teeth on my shoulder.
The bite comes before I can process what’s happening. This wild beast is gonna bite me! Sharp fangs sink into my flesh, deep enough to mark.
I scream, but it’s not just pain. It’s the bond…the third thread…blazing so bright I see white.
All three of them. I can feel all three of my alphas now. The bond’s complete, permanent, unbreakable.
Baylin releases my shoulder and licks the wound. Soothing it with his supernatural werewolf saliva.
Then he shifts.
I feel it happen…his body changing, shrinking slightly, his cock jerking as he becomes human. His knot pulses and locks us together tighter.
“Ours,” he rasps in my ear. His voice is rougher than his brothers’, more gravelly. “Never letting you go. Our omega. Our mate. Ours.”
Muscular arms come around me, pulling me back against a broad chest even as his knot keeps us together. He’s still holding me down on the hide, still buried impossibly deep inside me.
“Mine,” he rasps again.
“Ours,” Callum and Arkan correct in unison. And I almost have enough energy to let out a breathless laugh.
Baylin grunts , but he doesn’t argue. He just nuzzles into my neck, right next to the bite mark he keeps coating with his healing saliva. Gotta love supernatural beings…
I’m still shaking. Crying. Beyond overwhelmed.
“I’ve got you,” Baylin murmurs, and despite his feral claiming, his voice sounds like a gentle rumble now. “You safe, little one. You’re ours now.”
The bonds are singing in my chest. All three threads bright and strong.
I’m theirs.
Completely, irrevocably theirs.
And I don’t want to go back. Don’t want to be alone. Don’t want to be the cold, bitter queen who only talks to magic objects.
I want this. Want them.
Want to be theirs.
“Yours,” I whisper in a barely audible tone.
Baylin’s arms tighten. “Again.”
I let out a tired chuckle through my sobs. “I’m yours.”
Callum and Arkan move closer, surrounding us on the hide.
“All of ours,” Callum says, stroking my hair. He runs his hand down the side of my face and pinches my chin to raise my gaze to his.
“Forever,” Arkan adds, leaning to kiss my temple.
I shiver, clenching around Baylin. Both my heart and body, touched by the tender gestures. And he just holds me tighter, his knot still pulsing inside me, purring with pleasure.
And we stay like that…me knotted to Baylin, surrounded by all three of my alphas, kissing me, murmuring sweet nothings, caressing my thick curves with their big calloused hands, scenting me…until Baylin’s knot finally softens.
When he pulls out, I feel the rush of his cum mixing with his brothers’. So much… I’m absolutely full of them.
Then I collapse on the hide.
Baylin shifts position, arranging me on my back. And I finally get a good look at him.
He has thick gray hair, the same shade as his wolf. Rugged features accentuated by the scar cutting through his eyebrow and over his eyelid. More scars everywhere… on his chest, arms, face. He looks mean. Dangerous.
Beautiful. Fucking perfect.
“Hi,” I manage weakly. Voice hoarse, lips barely able to move, tiredly running a hand over the side of his face, his stubble, hard jaw.
His full lips quirk slightly, beautiful eyes sparkling with amusement and content. “Hi, Omega.”
“How are you feeling?” Callum asks.
I consider the question. I’m exhausted. Sore. Marked and claimed and filled by all three of my alphas. The bite on my shoulder is still throbbing dully.
“Amazing,” I whisper. “I feel… great.”
Arkan grins, running his hand down my side. “You look thoroughly fucked.”
I snort. “I am thoroughly fucked.”
Baylin makes a satisfied sound from the back of his throat. I roll my eyes, males.
Then I clear my throat. “What happens now?” I ask quietly.
“Now?” Arkan grins widely. All teeth and rugged handsomeness, making my everything start vibrating again. Oh Lord…
“I can’t…I’m exhausted…”
“We’ll be gentle,” Callum lies, already running his hands over my body. “Ish.”
I laugh, letting my legs fall open.