Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Eli
We don’t make it to the bedroom. Not at first. The stairs are a blur of hands and mouths and need, Mia caught between us like prey in a wolf pack.
Declan has her pressed against the wall halfway up, his mouth devouring hers with a brutality that makes her whimper.
Knox is behind her, yanking the cardigan up and over her head, his teeth sinking into the curve of her shoulder, enough to mark, enough to claim.
Rhys is already shedding his clothes, eyes dark, waiting for his turn to pounce.
I grab her chin, tilting her head back from Declan’s kiss just enough to meet her eyes. They’re glazed, gaze unfocused and lingering adrenaline, her scent flooding the air. Sweet omega slick mixed with the sharp edge of need.
“Strip her,” I order, my voice low and commanding. No room for argument. Not from her, not from them.
Knox doesn’t hesitate. He hooks his fingers into her pants and yanks them down, taking her panties with them in one rough motion.
She gasps, stumbling slightly, but Declan catches her, his hands spanning her waist, lifting her like she weighs nothing.
Rhys steps in, unhooking her bra with a flick of his fingers, tossing it aside like trash.
Naked now, vulnerable and exposed, Mia trembles under our gazes. Her skin flushes pink, nipples pebbling in the cool air, and I can see the slick already glistening between her thighs. She’s ready. More than ready. She’s begging for it without saying a word.
“On all fours,” I say, pointing to the landing at the top of the stairs.
She drops immediately, her obedience sending a thrill through me. Good girl. Our girl.
Knox is the first to move, stepping in front of her, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. He frees himself with a grunt, and grabs a fistful of her hair. “Open,” he growls.
Mia parts her lips, and he thrusts in without preamble.
She chokes a little at first, eyes watering, but she takes it, her hands bracing on his thighs as he fucks her mouth with short, brutal strokes.
Declan kneels behind her, spreading her legs wider, his fingers delving between her folds to find her clit.
He circles it roughly, pinching just hard enough to make her arch and moan around Knox’s cock.
Rhys watches for a moment, stroking himself lazily, before he joins in.
He drops to one knee beside her, capturing a nipple between his teeth and biting down.
Not gentle. Not soft. She cries out, the sound muffled by Knox, her body jerking as Rhys sucks and nips, leaving red marks blooming across her breast.
I stand back, watching them dismantle her piece by piece. My own cock aches, but this isn’t about me yet. This is about erasing every trace of that beige bastard from her mind. About reminding her who she belongs to.
“Enough,” I snap after a minute, when Mia’s thighs are shaking and her moans are turning desperate. Knox pulls out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She gasps for air, chest heaving, but her eyes lock on mine. Hungry. Pleading.
I nod to the bedroom door. “Inside. Bed. Now.”
They haul her up, Declan scooping her into his arms, and we pile in after. The queen-sized bed that’s been our nest these past days groans under our combined weight as we throw her down onto the mattress. She bounces once, twice, before Rhys pins her wrists above her head with one massive hand.
“Spread your legs,” I command, climbing onto the bed and settling between them. She obeys, thighs parting wide, exposing her dripping core. I don’t touch her yet. Instead, I look at her, really look, memorizing the way her body quivers, the way her scent spikes with every breath.
“You’re ours,” I say, my voice a rumble that vibrates through the room. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she whispers, arching toward me.
“Louder.”
“Yours!”
I reward her with a single finger, sliding it deep into her heat.
She’s soaked, clenching around me immediately, but I keep it slow, teasing.
Knox and Declan flank her sides, their hands roaming, Knox twisting her nipples until she whimpers, Declan slipping two fingers alongside mine, stretching her further.
Rhys keeps her wrists locked, his free hand wrapping around her throat.
We work her like that, fingers plunging in and out in a punishing rhythm, thumbs grinding against her clit until she’s writhing, begging incoherently. “Please—oh god, please—”
“Not yet,” I growl, pulling my hand away just as she teeters on the edge. She sobs in frustration, hips bucking up, chasing the contact.
Declan chuckles darkly, replacing my fingers with his tongue.
He eats her out like a starving man, lapping at her slick with broad, flat strokes, then spearing inside her.
Mia’s back bows off the bed, but Rhys holds her down, his grip unyielding.
Knox leans in, capturing her mouth in a filthy kiss, swallowing her cries.
I shed my clothes while they torment her, my cock springing free, heavy and throbbing. When Declan’s got her right on the brink again, he positions himself at her entrance.
“Look at me.” Her eyes flutter open, hazy with need. “We’re going to fuck you until you can’t remember anything but us. Until every inch of you is marked, claimed, ruined for anyone else.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Declan—”
Declan slams into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
She screams, the sound raw, her walls fluttering around him like a vice.
He doesn’t give her time to adjust, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward with enough force to shake the bed.
Knox and I hold her legs wide, keeping her spread open for him, while Rhys tightens his hand on her throat just enough to make her gasp.
She’s a mess beneath us. Sweat-slicked skin, tear-streaked cheeks, body arching and twisting as he pounds into her. But she’s taking it, loving it, her nails digging into Rhys’s arm as she chases her release.
“Harder,” she pleads, and fuck, that’s all it takes.
Declan pulls out abruptly, flipping her onto her stomach before she can protest. “Ass up,” I bark.
She scrambles to comply, presenting herself on all fours.
Knox slides underneath her, pulling her down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
She gasps as he fills her, bracing her hands on either side of his head, but Dek doesn’t wait.
He presses against her from behind, his tip nudging her already-stretched entrance. My cock jerks painfully at the sight.
“Both of you?” she whimpers.
“Both.” Knox’s voice is strained as Dek starts to push in alongside him. She’s tight, so fucking tight, but slick enough that he slides home inch by inch. Mia keens, collapsing forward onto Knox’s chest as they both bottom out inside her.
They move together, a brutal rhythm that has her sobbing into Knox’s neck.
Rhys kneels in front of her. She lifts her head, and he fists her hair, guiding her mouth onto his cock.
She takes him eagerly, sucking with desperate fervor even as I position myself at her side, hand wrapping around her to circle her clit.
It’s overwhelming. Overstimulating. She clenches around them, her body shuddering as the first orgasm crashes through her. She screams around Rhys’s cock, her walls milking Knox and Dek until they’re both groaning.
But we don’t stop. We can’t. Not until she’s boneless, spent, utterly wrecked.
Knox comes first, spilling deep inside her with a roar, his hips jerking erratically.
Declan follows seconds later, the heat of her pulling him over the edge.
Rhys pulls out of her mouth just in time, painting her lips and chin with his release as she gasps for air.
I flip her onto her back once they’re done, sliding between her thighs and thrusting into her cum-slicked core.
I fuck her slow and deep, forcing her gaze to mine, making sure she knows exactly who is inside her.
“I think I love you,” she bursts out, a ragged sob that seems to startle her as much as us. “I think I love you guys.”
I freeze for a heartbeat, my chest tightening.
“We know,” I whisper roughly. “We know, sunshine. We think we love you, too.”
I draw out her aftershocks until she comes again, clawing at my back. Only then do I let go, burying myself deep as I fill her.
We collapse around her, Mia at the center, trembling and sated. Her eyes are half-lidded, a blissed-out smile on her lips as we surround her, our scents mingling, our marks covering her skin.
No room for Julian. No room for doubt. Just us. Her pack. Forever.