Chapter 62 Xander, Asher, Nitro, Fallon, & Kane #3
As the last tremors subsided, I pulled apart from her. It took all my willpower to do so. I wanted nothing more to hold her all night, and to claim her again. And again. A dozen times over. She’d burned through me, and I needed that feeling to be never-ending.
But the pack had to become truly whole. I crawled over her legs and I shifted higher on the bed so she could easily reach me. Lucy stared at me, her green eyes glazed with euphoria, but I could tell by the glint in her gaze that she was ready to mark me.
I offered my arm. I let her take it, guiding my wrist toward her mouth. Unlike with Xander, there was no hesitation in her movements now. She knew what to do, what was expected. Her teeth closed around my flesh with confidence, biting down hard enough that I felt the sharp sting of skin breaking.
The pleasure was agony.
The agony was possession.
The possession was freedom.
The link between us buried itself so deep that it reached places within me I hadn't known existed. Lucy's life-force flowed into my consciousness. Easily, without barrier, streaming like a river that ran out of water years ago, and was finally renewed.
Water to cool the fire.
“You’re the rain,” I murmured, bringing my free hand up to stroke her flushed cheek. “The rain after a wildfire.”
Somehow, I knew I didn’t need to explain what I meant.
Her answering smile was tired but radiant, her eyes fluttering briefly before focusing again.
Two down, three to go—and I could see the hunger still lurking beneath her exhaustion.
This miracle woman, who had spent her life confined to sterile rooms and medical equipment, was proving to have a stamina that matched her newfound zest for living.
I shifted to make room for Nitro, who was already moving into position, his expression unreadable. I wasn’t used to that look on my brother’s face. Nitro was decisive. Her picked a target and he sunk his blade into the bullseye. He didn’t falter.
As I moved to the end of the bed to catch my breath, I felt more stable than I had in years. And a question I’d never asked out loud felt answered.
It was the same sensation I got when torching a building, when flicking my lighter to life, and when watching flames dance in the hearth.
Lucy held the same power over me. Hot temptation wrapped in destructive exaltation.
And in the ashes, I found healing.
NITRO.
My brothers shifted away, giving me complete control and room to maneuver.
I approached Lucy with the same calculated precision I brought to every death-defying stunt.
Nothing rushed, nothing left to chance. Where Xander had claimed her with measured authority and Asher had taken her with wild abandon, I would map her pleasure like coordinates on a grid, each touch and thrust plotted for maximum impact.
I’d study the target.
Find its gratifying center.
And throw my blade.
I settled between her thighs, taking in her flushed skin and silver-white hair now damp with perspiration, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
Already she had been claimed twice, but the need in her eyes when they met mine told me she was far from done.
Good. I didn’t want to hold myself back.
I wanted to give her all I had to offer.
"Lucy-Loo," I murmured, using the nickname that was once a taunt, but now slipped out naturally as a term of endearment that belonged only to us. My fingers traced the curve of her hip, following the delicate road map of veins visible beneath her translucent skin. The sheen of sweat made her literally glow. “You’re full of surprises.”
Her lips curved into a tired smile. "Don't you dare treat me like I'm fragile, Nitro. I’m not scared. I don’t need to be protected right now.”
Something fierce and proud swelled in my chest at her words.
Even now, exhausted and overwhelmed, she refused to be coddled.
This woman who had spent her life in a sterile cage, fighting for every breath, still had fire enough to challenge an Alpha.
Was this the woman that was always hiding behind the shield she erected when she first came to us? Yes, I knew that already.
Her little rebellions.
Small defiances.
The push back, even if she backed down quickly.
I had to shake my head roughly when the vision of her knelt on our bathroom floor scrubbing came to mind.
No, that was the past. I wouldn’t let it ruin this moment, even if I had a myriad of sins to make up for in the future.
"Wouldn't dream of it," I replied, bending over to claim her mouth, kissing her deeply, tongue slipping inside, curving around her responding tongue. When I pulled away, the blush in her cheeks and spread down to her neck and chest. "But I will take my time with you."
Her breath hitched, and I shuffled down the line of her legs until I could begin kissing up the length of her.
I moved slowly, placing my lips against sensitive points—the inside of her thigh, the jut of her hip bone, the hollow beneath her ribs, the swell of her breast, the curve of her neck.
Each press of my lips was offered with deliberate care.
Every time she wriggled and gasped beneath my touch was a reference for the future.
I’d remember the places that affected her the most. Soon, I’d know the lay of the land, so that I could pleasure her anytime, anywhere.
She was panting.
Body shaking.
Hands clawing at the sheets beneath her.
I was nestled between her thighs again, erection so very close to her most delicate spot which gushed with fresh waves of slick.
My brothers closed in around us. I knew how they were feeling. It was impossible to stay away from her for long. She was our newfound sun, pulling us into orbit.
Fallon moved behind her, lifting her head to cradle against his lap.
His thick erection pushed against her hair.
Lucy tilted her head, glancing back, eyes darkening with need at the sight of Fallon looming over her.
He raised his eyebrows and she licked her lips in invitation.
He pushed his hands into her silvery hair, his voice thick and graveled. “Do you want me?”
Her responding nod was slight, but unmistakable.
He pulled his hands from her hair, raising his body, shifting his legs from a criss cross position to instead kneel on either side of her head.
Next, he slipped a small pillow beneath her neck so she could easily tilt her head back.
And then I watched as Fallon pushed his cock slowly, inch by inch, into Lucy’s waiting mouth.
My own dick jumped at the sight; my growl was echoed by my brothers. Still, I wanted this to last. If I plunged into her now, I’d lose myself instantly. So… I watched.
Fallon held Lucy’s face as he thrust in and out. Her dusty rose lips wrapped firmly around his manhood. When he pushed hard and fully, she gagged slightly, moisture welling in her eyes. Fallon froze, but Lucy’s hand shot up, grabbing his wrist and shaking her head enough to tell him not to stop.
I watched the show around me.
Turning, I caught sight of Kane nipping Lucy’s skin from ankles to knees.
Asher and Xander were half lying across the bed perpendicular to Lucy’s supple form.
They kneaded her thighs, grazing palms down her hips, pushing fingers under her ass and squeezing sharply to make her cry out.
Occasionally, their hands strayed closer and closer to the sensitive flesh between her legs.
I growled at the sight of them moving into what was my territory right now. But I didn’t push them away.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
Not while Fallon was claiming her mouth. And my brothers were all exploring her in other ways.
I aligned our bodies, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance with just enough pressure to promise but not penetrate. At the sensation, Lucy pulled away from Fallon so she could look at me. My brother began stroking himself, maintaining the high I knew hew as feeling.
My Omega’s eyes locked with mine, bright green-gold irises nearly swallowed by dilated pupils. I held the position, counting seconds in my head—one, two, three—watching as anticipation built within her, as her body tensed with need.
"Nitro," she breathed, my name a plea on her lips.
“Say my name again,” I told her, voice pitched dark and low.
“Nitro,” she moaned. “Don’t tease.”
“I never tease,” I assured her. Then, with a wolfish smile, I eased into her welcoming heat.
The sensation nearly undid my careful composure.
She was perfection—warm, wet, tight despite having already accommodated two large Alphas.
Her body welcomed me home. She was made for me.
Made for us. I went perfectly still when I hit the end of her, registering every flex and flutter of her inner muscles around me.
I reached down, pushing one finger in to join my dick. I did so slowly, carefully, not wanting to expand her inexperienced body past pleasure and into real pain.
She cried out, biting down on her hand against the feeling.
Curving the end of my finger, I teased her inner secrets. Then I began to move with deliberate precision; each thrust exactly like the last in depth and angle. Like a perfectly executed stunt, there was no room for improvisation, for sloppiness. I had a target, and that target was Lucy’s pleasure.
I set a rhythm—pulling back and thrusting forward completely.
I always hesitated for half a second before exiting, before entering.
I sheathed and unsheathed the blade attached to my body, piercing her over and over again.
The controlled pace allowed me to study Lucy's reactions, to note the exact moment when her breath caught, when her fingers clutched at the bedsheets again, when the pulsing inside her quickened to a fever pitch.
Lucy gasped once… twice. She cried out, but the sound was too brief. Not a full orgasm. Just the wave beginning to crest but not making it to shore.