Chapter 42 #2
Marcus obliges me, rubbing me through my leggings. At my needy mewl, he strips them from me along with my panties, dragging them down my legs and kissing every inch of flesh he bares, ending with kisses inside my ankles that make me squirm with need.
“Dibs,” he says, smiling against my inner thigh.
“Second dibs,” Ian puts in.
I’m done fighting dibs with these men. After all, they always make it worth my while.
Marcus sets his mouth to my pussy, licking me from cunt to clit. I let my thighs fall open, ready to be taken high by him, brought to shatter on his tongue.
Luca helps me to my elbows and kneels in front of me, his thick cock bobbing against his abdomen, piercings glinting in the low light of my nest. I reach for him, and he grasps his cock, slipping it into my ready mouth.
I moan around Luca’s length, bobbing my head, his piercings skating over my tongue.
The weight of him fills me with need, and I let out a desperate whine.
Marcus pumps two fingers into my cunt, filling me as he strokes his tongue over my clit.
“Focus on Luc now, kit-kat,” Simon tells me, his voice low with dark promise.
I swallow Luca down again and again with renewed focus, taking him deep into my mouth.
Marcus thrusts his fingers deep into my cunt, rubbing the tips of them against my sensitive front wall, and I let out a keening cry around Luca’s cock.
“Fuck,” Luca hisses. “I’m going to come. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Come with me, princess.”
I squeeze his knot in one hand, still bobbing on his length. The moment his strokes in my mouth turn jerky, Marcus sucks my clit between his lips, lashing me with his tongue.
I break apart, flying high as Luca comes down my throat.
I sag back down to my nest as aftershocks tingle through my body. Marcus kneels between my spread thighs, his cock brushing against my core. He takes me in one long thrust. I whine at the perfect stretch of him, my cunt relaxing and stretching around him.
Cassian and Simon take either side of me, Simon grinning his wicked grin. Together, they stroke their fingers through my wet pussy before rubbing my clit. Saints, I love when they touch me like this, their fingers moving in tandem over my sensitive flesh.
“This is going to be hard and fast, sweet-tart,” Marcus grits out, thrusting deep into my cunt.
“Yes,” I whine. “Please.”
He drives into me, his strokes fast and unrelenting, while Simon and Cassian toy with my clit.
Their fingers slip through my slick as they rub my clit between their fingers.
I grind against them, taking Marcus even deeper.
I let out breathless cry after breathless cry, begging and babbling for them to make me come, reeling with desire.
The moment Marcus finishes inside me and presses his thick knot into my core, I come hard, screaming their names. Simon and Cassian draw out my orgasm while Marcus grinds into me, and I crest again, and again. Finally, I slump down in my nest, wrung out from pleasure.
Marcus flips us so I’m resting on his chest, and I drag his scent into my nose, sighing against my newest—and final—mate. My nest smells so perfectly of my whole pack, and I drowse on Marcus’ chest, blissfully happy.
When his knot deflates and slips free from me, I remember Ian’s second dibs with a lazy smile.
I roll off of Marcus and get on my forearms and knees, presenting my pussy for my mate.
He lets out a low growl of need as he comes to me.
He drags his fingers through my slick pussy, groaning when he feels how wet I am.
He pumps two fingers into my cunt, curling them inside me until my back arches in pure pleasure.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “So ready for me. Are you still needy, my darling?”
“Y-yes,” I mewl, looking back over my shoulder at him.
He lines himself up with my core and drives into me, thrusting in shallow strokes until I get used to his size. I stretch like a contented cat, grinding my hips back against my mate.
“Have to get you ready for Cass’ knot,” he tells me, and I moan, knowing exactly what he means.
He sets the tips of his fingers to my back entrance, slicking them over the tight ring of muscle until I squeeze hard around his cock in my cunt.
He slips one finger inside me and then another, pumping in time with his strokes, filling me so perfectly.
Delirious desire whips through me as I work myself back against his cock and fingers, meeting him thrust for thrust. When he slips a third finger inside me, I fly apart, coming hard and squeezing around his fingers and cock.
I scream out his name as he continues to pump inside me, long, hard strokes that have me shaking.
He buries his cock inside me and comes with a long groan. He knots me, the stretch so divine I keen.
He lazily works his fingers in and out of my ass, my slick making them glide in a way that has me letting out panting little cries every time he fills me.
He quickens his strokes, stretching me for Cassian, and I whine at the thought of my first mate knotting me here while Simon fucks me.
Just thinking about what my alpha and beta have planned for me, in tandem with Ian’s fingers fucking my ass, spirals desire deep into my belly.
I come the moment Ian grips my hip with his free hand, grinding his knot deep inside me.
“Fuck, I love when you come on my knot,” he grits out as I squeeze around him.
His fingers slip free from my ass, and he rolls us onto our sides, still gently fucking his knot into my cunt, keeping me ready and needy for my two loves.
The moment Ian’s knot deflates, Simon draws me to my knees, takes himself in hand and thrusts into my cunt, my core spasming around him. “You ready for Cass, pretty girl?”
I whine, already reaching for my alpha. “So ready,” I pant.
Cassian drags his cock down my cleft before lining himself up with my back hole.
He presses the head of his cock into my ass gently, working himself into me slowly as I stretch around him.
I need little time to adjust, though. Ian prepared me so well.
When Cass glides inside me, I let out a low moan.
They alternate strokes in my cunt and my ass, working me up with every single thrust.
Cassian weighs one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing and massaging until I’m heady with need. He thumbs over my tight nipple and then sets his tongue and teeth to his bite.
One more thrust from each of them and my orgasm overtakes me, hard and powerful. I quake around them, but they don’t relent, fucking into me at the same time, filling me with every perfect stroke.
“Fuck, you feel so good with Cass’ cock in your ass,” Simon groans, taking over from Cassian at nipping at his bite.
Something about Simon laving attention on Cassian’s bite works me up until I’m wound so tightly, I think I might combust. “He fucking loves watching me do this, too,” Simon says, before scraping his teeth over Cassian’s bite.
I orgasm with a wordless cry, shaking between my two loves.
My orgasm triggers Cassian’s, and they drive into me at the same time, filling me until Cass’ strokes turn jerky.
He buries himself deep within my ass and comes hard, grinding against me before pressing his knot into my back hole.
The stretch is perfect, and I sigh as I work myself between his knot and Simon’s cock.
The moment Cassian finds my clit with his thumb, I crest again, taking Simon with me.
He pumps hard inside me before coming with a single deep thrust, hot cum jetting inside me.
He kisses me, those teasing kisses that make me shake with need, as Cassian toys with my clit, rubbing it in slow strokes as he grinds his knot in my ass.
“Too much,” I whine.
“One more around Cass’ knot, Junes,” Simon says, kissing along my jawline. “I know you can take it.”
Simon takes my other breast in his hand, massaging it before setting his mouth to my nipple.
They torment me in tandem, flicking hard strokes over my pebbled nipples, Cassian stroking my clit.
I come hard and fast from their efforts, and as I come down, Simon guides us to the floor of my nest, tucking us close together before curling up in front of me, one arm slung over my hips.
“So good for us,” Simon says in my ear. “Our perfect omega.”
Their perfect omega. My perfect pack, finally complete. I reach out through all my bonds, sending the purest love to each of my mates.
The flood of love I receive in turn is enough to fill my heart to overflowing.
I bask in their scents, in their love, until I finally fall asleep.
I wake to a bing on my phone and sleepily crawl toward it, dodging limbs and accepting kisses as I go. I turn over my phone and see a text from an unknown number, forwarded from my old phone.
“What is it?” Ian asks, voice muzzy with sleep.
“I have no idea,” I admit, sitting back on my ankles, frowning down at my phone.
I swipe it open and discover a video clip in the text message.
I press play and immediately regret it. I gasp as the Prince’s mask fills the screen, thin horns curling high above the mask’s forehead, a faint smile on the molded leather lips.
It’s somehow more frightening than the other Soldiers’ masks, something in the lines of the face that promise swift, brutal retribution.
The video angle changes, and I see my father slumped on the floor of his prison cell, eyes open but unseeing. He face is frozen in terror. Baphomet’s Prince brandishes a thin, wicked-looking knife, blood dripping from its tip, and that’s when I see it.
The Mark of Baphomet carved into my father’s bare chest. Not hexed but cut. Blood covers his chest, nearly obscuring the mark, but when I squint at the clip, it’s clearly there.
“You’re wondering if he’s dead,” the Prince says in an icy voice. “I can assure you he is. An agonia spell was too much for his weakened body after I slashed my mark into his chest.”
I put a hand to my open mouth, wanting to look away, but unable to.
The camera angle changes again, refocusing on the Prince’s face.
“He was weak. You were stronger than him, witch. I will still have your powers, if not through your sacrifice, then through a collar.” He stares into the camera for a few seconds, the mask’s eyes unseeing. “Blood of my blood, I’m coming for you.”
The video cuts off, leaving me sure of one thing.
My brother Aspen is Baphomet’s Prince—and I’m the only one who can kill him.
TO BE CONTINUED