Chapter 51
Chapter Fifty-One
Harlow
Standing in front of them, I hesitate. They are all eyeing me as if they are about to murder me if they don’t get what they want. I don’t even know why I'm so nervous, but perhaps it’s because this is the first time we’re doing it since I’ve had Scarlett.
“All of us,” Rhen growls.
“Together,” Raidon purrs, flicking my ear with his tongue. He grips the front of my towel, opening it and letting it fall to the floor at my feet.
They groan. I can feel their eyes on my body, drinking me in.
I resist the powerful urge to cover my breasts.
They aren’t quite as perky as they used to be.
My nipples tighten rather painfully at the attention I’m receiving when Thane’s Calling slips out, forcing me to relax.
My head is already whirling from need, not just because of the Calling, but because of them.
I swallow when Raidon’s Calling slips out behind me, cocooning me.
Thane’s command may not work anymore, but it’s clear his Calling still does, and so does Raidon’s.
They sliver through my body, tightening the hold they have on me.
It writhes through my blood and calls me to them, a deep-rooted desire stealing my ability to think straight.
Rhen’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t move. He can sense my need. Honestly, I’m more than certain that they can all smell my arousal perfuming the room.
“Do you know what we’re asking for?” Thane asks. I do know. They don’t want one at a time, but all of us. Together. That thought frightens and thrills me.
I all but whimper with need as Raidon’s hands move up my sides to cup my breasts.
“Yes!” I breathe as Raidon squeezes them. The sensation from his warm hands is crazy strong, and my knees shake. The Calling turns me into putty. I hate and love it all in one. I crave them, as they call out that primal part of me to mate.
Leon whines as he palms his cock through his shorts.
“Stop teasing us, Thane,” he groans. I watch his fangs pop out from beneath his upper lip.
My gaze snaps to his burning eyes. He wants to feed on me, but his wolf side seemingly wants to play with me as well. With slow deliberation, he nods at me.
“Come here.”
My stomach twists with burning lust at his commanding tone, but I stay where I am, waiting for Thane to tell me what to do.
Thane stares at me intently, taking in every inch. “Turn around for us, Omega,” he demands.
Biting my lip, I comply and present my backside to him. It just means I get to touch Raidon. His Calling presses me to move closer to him, to devour his flesh. His fingers tangle in my hair as my hands spread across his chest, and my lips follow the path my hands take.
Raidon chuckles, making me realize I am acting more animal than human. Yet his Calling only grows stronger. Some part of me accepts I will never have total control with them, not that I want it because I doubt I would have removed that towel myself, and they know that.
I hear Rhen grunt with appreciation. “You have such a nice fucking ass. I want to lick it. Fuck…” he groans.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I am briefly startled back to my senses, reminding me I am stark naked in front of them.
The brief panic is forgotten when Raidon’s purrs thrum louder.
My stomach tightens as arousal shoots through every inch of me, my core throbbing in anticipation.
Judging by their tented shorts, I know it is only a matter of time.
“Tell me,” Raidon whispers, “do you like getting spanked by Thane, baby?” he purrs, tilting my face to his.
I nod eagerly at his question when I know I should shake my damn head, the Calling overriding my logic right now. “If… if that’s what you want,” I say.
Thane groans, the sound a deep rumble in his chest, sending electricity up my spine. “Good girl. Face me.”
My whole body is a shaking mass of nerves as I turn around.
Their tone, their demeanor, it is so erotic.
Thane’s desire seeps into me, fueling the fire burning through me.
My body is throbbing with desire, close to release from just this.
They are completely dominant right now, and I suddenly crave their domination, yet fear what that means.
“Are you afraid?” Rhen asks softly. I shake my head.
“Are you turned on?” Raidon whispers, earning a smirk from Thane.
“Y-Yes,” I moan, though I know their keen sense of smell was probably able to deduce that before I could say it. Rhen rubs a hand over the bulge in his boxers, and I nearly lose it. Watching him touch himself sends my desire soaring. A desperate sound escapes my throat, and Thane growls.
“They want to mark you, Harlow. And you need to mark them and mate with us. All of us. We won’t lose you again,” Thane warns me as his eyes flicker. I nod, and my eyes grow wide. “We know after what happened, you may not want to, so we’ll keep using the Calling.”
I know what he is doing. Thane’s wolf needs to show me who is in control the only way it can. His command can’t force me to do anything. Yet I don’t need to be coaxed or relaxed into submission. I trust my mates. I no longer fear their Calling but revel in it.
“Say it,” he rumbles. They are so on edge right now for me to mark them that there is a high chance I will be completely covered in scratches and bruises by the end of this.
“I understand,” I choke out. “I like the Calling,” I admit as my face flames.
That seems to surprise them. I used to hate the Calling when it felt like they used it against me, but now, I seek comfort in it.
I know when they use it, I am safe to let go and trust them wholeheartedly.
“More,” I groan as Raidon’s hands travel back down to my hips before slipping between my thighs.
I suck in a breath as his fingers tease my slit, his lips devouring my neck.
“You sound so fucking turned on,” Leon muses, and I see the way he runs his tongue over his fangs. The sight sends shock waves to my core and leaves a burning ache. I have the sudden urge to bare my neck to him, but I don’t dare to move.
“Should I order Raidon to make you come?” Thane purrs, sitting up higher and leaning back against the headboard while Raidon’s fingers barely touch my heated flesh.
“I think our girl likes that idea,” Rhen murmurs, his eyes dropping to my glistening pussy. “Ask us nicely,” he says with a smirk.
“Please!” The word tears from my throat as a low moan.
Thane snarls at my submissiveness as Raidon asks, “Please what?”
“Please, make me come,” I beg.
Thane’s eyes meet my own, burning a fire straight to my soul. Thane nods to Raidon, and his fingers go from barely touching me to delving between my glistening folds as he shoves two fingers inside me.