Chapter 6
Six
Baylin
Our omega is sprawled on the hide in front of the fire, thoroughly claimed and fucking perfect.
She’s covered in our marks…my bite on her shoulder, Callum’s and Arkan’s on her throat and breasts, scratches and bruises everywhere. Her thighs are slick with our combined juices, her cunt swollen and red from taking all three of us.
She looks wrecked.
Beautiful.
Mine.
Ours, my brothers, correct through the bond.
Fuck them. Fine. Ours.
I’m still half-feral, my wolf barely contained under my skin. I want to mount her again, knot her again, make sure she’s completely full of our seed.
I settle between her thighs, looking down at her. She’s curvy and soft, everything I’m not. I’m all scars and roughness and barely contained violence. But she’s looking at me like I’m not a monster.
Like I’m hers.
“You’re staring,” she whispers.
“You’re worth staring at.” My voice comes out rough. I’m not good with words. Better at showing than telling.
I lean down and lick the bite on her shoulder. Taste her blood mixed with her sweat, her slick, my brothers’ scent. All of it mixing together into pack.
Hilda shivers, arching into my embrace.
“Baylin…”
“Shh.” I move lower, kissing down her full, round chest, her soft stomach. “Let me taste you.”
“You already…earlier…”
“Want to taste all of us together.” I spread her thighs wider and settle between them. “Want to taste our omega full of her alphas.”
Her breath hitches. “That’s…”
I don’t let her finish. I just lower my mouth to her cunt and fucking feed.
Fuck. She’s a mess. Slick and cum and the scent of all four of us mixed together. It’s almost too much. Fucking perfect.
I work my tongue through her swollen folds, lapping up everything, and she’s moaning above me. Her hands find my hair and she doesn’t pull me away, but holds on.
“Alpha…oh God…”
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue. I growl against her flesh. Fuck, she tastes good.
Arkan chuckles. “Told you he’d be soft for her.”
I snarl at him but don’t stop working my tongue over our omega’s clit. She’s getting even wetter, her hips rolling to meet my mouth.
Callum moves closer, his hands finding Hilda’s breasts. Arkan joins in. Hands on her big tits, mouths on her delicate throat, her delicious lips. I stay between her thighs, licking and sucking until she’s trembling.
“Please…” she gasps. “Please, I need…”
“Need what, omega?” Arkan asks, pinching her nipples.
“Need to come…need…”
I seal my lips around her clit and suck, and she fucking explodes. Crying out, clenching, her whole body arching off the hide.
I work her through it, fucking drawing her orgasm out.
When she finally collapses, panting, I lift my head and ask, “Good?”
She laughs breathlessly. “You need to ask? After that?”
“Want to make sure.” I kiss the insides of her thighs.
Her expression softens, eyes warm as she raises a soft hand to run her delicate fingers through my hair. “I’m good, handsome. Very good.”
Something in my chest loosens. My wolf settles, fucking blissed out.
Our omega is pleased. That’s all that fucking matters in the world.
I move up her body to position myself at her entrance. I’m still hard…been hard since I first scented her…and I need to be inside her again.
But slower this time. Wanna fucking savor my mate.
“Going to fuck you now,” I tell her., whispering into her ear. “Slow. Deep. Going to make you feel every inch.”
“Yes…” she pants, spreading her legs wider. “Please…”
I push inside slowly, watching her beautiful face as she takes me. Big brown eyes widening, the elegant wings of her nostrils flaring, her abused lips falling open on a silent cry of ecstasy… She’s so tight still, even after everything. Her cunt grips me like she never wants to let go.
“Fuck,” I groan when I’m fully seated. “Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Callum moves to her head and lifts it into his lap. “Open, sweetheart.”
She obeys, taking the head of his cock into her mouth while I start moving inside her.
Arkan positions himself next to her, guiding her hand to his shaft.
And fuck, the sight of it. Our omega on her back, with my cock spreading her juicy cunt, Callum’s thickness in her mouth, his heavy pole sliding in and out, stretching her full lips, Arkan’s fucking her fist, spurting precum at each passage.
All three of us touching her, claiming her, worshipping her.
Her moans, the way she writhes between us, grips on to us… Fuck…
I pull almost all the way out before sliding back in. Deep, with powerful strokes that make her moan around Callum’s cock.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take us all, little one. Show us how well you fit your pack.”
She’s trying to suck Callum, stroke Arkan, and meet my thrusts. But she’s overwhelmed, losing her rhythm, just taking what we give her.
Callum’s hand is gentle in her hair. “Just feel. Let us take care of you.”
I pick up my pace, harder. Each thrust makes her big tits bounce, makes her cry louder, squeeze my cock more intensely, suck harder, jerk more frantically.
“I’m gonna knot you again, sweetheart,” I snarl. “Fill you up. Keep you fucking full of us.”
Hilda whimpers, her free hand reaching for me. I take it and lace our fingers together. Loving the feel of her skin on mine, the tightness of her grip.
My knot starts to swell and I drive it home. She comes around it, clenching and sobbing, and that triggers the rest of us.
Callum groans, flooding her mouth. I stare fascinated as Hilda’s throat works around his spurts.
Trying to swallow everything, but there’s just too much.
She gasps and coughs but doesn’t let go, drool and cum leaking from the corners of her mouth.
Arkan spills over her hand and stomach in thick, creamy jets she keeps rubbing up and down his fat cock.
And I pump her full of my seed again, my knot swollen tight inside her pussy.
We collapse in a tangle on the hide…me still inside her, Callum and Arkan at her sides.
My knot starts to soften but I don’t pull out yet. Just hold her, surrounded by my brothers, all of us tangled together in front of the fire.
This is pack. This is home. This is everything my wolf has been searching for.
Our omega. Our mate. Ours.
And we’re never letting her go.
From somewhere across the chamber, a soft glow catches my attention. I lift my head, snarling.
It came from the mirror.
It’s glowing, fucking rippling.
“The fuck is that?” Callum growls.
“That’s my magic mirror,” Hilda replies quietly, tension creeping into her voice. “It’s how I… it’s what told me to…”
She trails off, but she doesn’t need to finish. That’s the thing that made our omega think she needed to kill. The thing that fed her poison. Kept her lonely and bitter.
I pull out of her carefully, stand, and stalk toward the mirror.
“Baylin…” Hilda starts.
Its surface ripples, and a smooth, unnatural voice emerges: “My queen, you called the huntsman to deal with Snow White. When will he complete his task?”
The room goes silent.
The mirror continues, oblivious: “Snow White is still the fairest. She must be eliminated for you to reclaim your place as…”
“Yeah, you don’t need this shit,” I growl. Then I put my fist through it.
Glass shatters. Magic screams. The mirror explodes into a thousand glittering pieces.
Then Hilda makes a sound…half sob, half laugh.
“You broke it,” she whispers, eyes wide, hands covering her mouth.
“It was poisoning you,” I say simply, shaking glass from my bloodied hand.
Arkan moves to her side, pulling her against his chest. “It lied to you, Hilda. Made you think you needed to destroy to be happy.”
I return to the hide, settle beside her. “No more dark magic. No more poison. Just us.”
Hilda is crying now, tears streaming down her face. “It told me that for years. That I wasn’t enough. That I needed to be the fairest, the most powerful, the most feared.”
“You are everything,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms. “More than enough. You’re ours.”
“Are you alright?” she asks, delicately brushing my scratched knuckles.
I smile and lean to press a kiss on the crown of her hair. “I’m fine.”
She studies my face, then nods. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Arkan asks, nuzzling her face.
“Okay.” She takes a shaky breath. “No more being the Evil Queen. No more listening to lying mirrors, or witchcraft. Just… this. Us.”