Chapter 23 - Wayne
The fire we set up is burning bright in the cave; its flaming casting long shadows across the damp walls.
I’m stroking my cock, waiting my turn as I watch Charlize make out with Sinth and Chris. Sinth is behind her, his hands roaming the curve of her body as she stands bare between the two men.
She has her arms around Chris’s neck, her tongue in his mouth as their heads tilt sideways, slow and reverent. His hand is on her cunt, fingers penetrating her slickness while their kiss deepens.
Sinth is squeezing her full breasts from behind, his long cock, pressed against her ass. Trapped between the two of them, she tips her head back, reveling and moaning at their touch.
Her eyes are wide with desire, her lips switching between both men. Chris goes on his knees in front of her, kissing her from the chest through to her lower abdomen.
He caresses her soft skin, breathing in the scent of her arousal. She turns her neck, her lips devouring Sinth’s while he’s still fondling her abundant swells.
She parts her legs slightly, allowing Chris access between her thick thighs. He kisses the inner skin, licking it all the way up to her wet pussy. Her body trembles and she moans in Sinth’s mouth the second Chris’s tongue parts her folds.
She arches her back, her soft purrs filling the air as Chris lifts her left leg and places her foot on his shoulder. His face is buried between her thighs, his tongue eating her clean pussy.
“Oh my God,” she cries out, his name on her lips. “That feels so good.”
He’s too busy to respond.
Sinth caresses her red hair, his lips pressed against the nape of her neck. When Chris is done eating, he rises, lifting her leg and holding it in the air.
“I want you both deep in my holes,” she says, breathless.
“As you wish.” Chris goes in first, his cock penetrating her pussy from the front.
Her face twists in pleasure, lips parting in a silent scream as Sinth pushes into her ass—slowly and gently.
I stand aside, beating my meat and enjoying the view of this double penetration. Sinth and Chris are both deep inside her holes at the same time, their thrusts stretching her out, each one deeper than the last.
She cries out their names, her full breasts bouncing to the rhythm of their movements. When she looks at me, her eyes are shining with insatiable need. “I need your hands all over me, Wayne…please.”
I join in immediately, and the second I’m close enough, she reaches for my lips, kissing me so vehemently.
“Every part of you deserves to be worshipped,” Sinth says to her, tucking her hair back. “You deserve to be savored.”
She breaks our kiss, smiling as she reaches back to claim his lips. I lean in, taking her breasts in my mouth, one at a time. These generous curves of hers are perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“No one else ever gets to touch you like this,” Chris says, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “You belong to us.”
“Yes, my lords,” she breathes. “I belong to you. All of you.”
“That’s a good girl,” I say, watching the hunger in her gaze.
Chris and I switch places, and her eyes widen instantly as I push inside her.
“Fuck…”
Chris’s kiss steals the rest of the sound from her mouth. She devours his lips like a hungry beast, moaning intensely in his mouth as Sinth and I quicken our pace.
“Oh my god!” she cries out, tearing her lips from Chris’s. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She holds his gaze, but the words are meant for the two men drilling her holes. “I love it when you fuck my pussy and my ass at the same time.”
Her seductive voice fans the flames of my desire, and I keep going.
“Oh, yes, Charlize,” Sinth says her name like a prayer, his waist grinding against her ass.
“That’s it, say my name,” she growls, raking her nails into Chris’s bare chest.
“Charlize,” he repeats.
I do the same.
Chris does too.
“Fuck, yes!” Her lifted leg trembles as I hold it in the air. “Harder. Fuck me, harder!”
I quicken my pace. And so does Sinth.
“Such a good girl, taking us so well,” Chris says, squeezing her bouncing breasts.
“Pinch my nipples,” she says to him.
He does.
She bites her lower lip. “Yeah, just like that.”
I slam harder into her, growling and calling out her name.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, her face a mask of pleasure. “Almost there…” A strangled cry tears from her throat.
Her dam shatters and squirts all my cock. “Fucccck!”
I groan, deepening my thrusts as her slickness wrapped around my shaft.
“Yes, look at that…” Chris praises her.
Sinth and I pull out of her holes, and she drops to her knees, shaking. We stand over, reaching down to caress her body. She doesn’t stand, but she straightens, Sinth’s cock in her mouth while stroking mine and Chris’s.
She works all three of us at the same time, switching between our organs. When she sucks me, she twirls her tongue around my cap greedily while looking up at me through her lashes.
“Oh, my God, cutie.” I tip my head back, my low growls mingling with that of Sinth and Chris.
Chris lies flat on the sheet spread across the ground, and she straddles him in reverse. He’s in her through her back door while Sinth positions himself in front, his cock sliding into her pussy.
I kneel beside them, and she swallows my cock, bobbing her head. While the men fill her holes, I mold her breasts, basking in the warmth of her lips on my cap.
While we claim every inch of her, her body is already straining toward the bond none of us have let ourselves claim until tonight.
“Bite me,” she says, her voice desperate and urgent. “I’m ready. Mark me. Claim me as yours.”
Although we don’t bother exchanging glances, we all know that it’s time.
They break positions, and she lies on the sheet, writhing seductively against it.
Sinth goes first.
He gets on top of her, kissing her slowly as she slides him inside. The rhythm builds steadily and deliberately.
When his knot finally starts to swell, locking them together the way instinct demands, she cries out, back bowing, nails dragging down his shoulders.
His teeth find the curve of her neck at the peak of it, the mating gland thrumming beneath his mouth, and he bites down.
She comes apart entirely.
The bond snaps into place instantly, something ancient and absolute settling between them. I feel the ripple of it even from where I kneel beside her, some echo of the claim reaching all three of us through the fated thread we all share.
Sinth stays locked with her long after, murmuring against her skin, worshipping her through the aftershocks until his knot finally eases enough to part.
Chris takes his turn next, and I’ve never seen him like this—every wall gone, every careful restraint abandoned entirely.
He fills her slowly at first, but the pace doesn’t stay slow for long, something desperate and starving finally let loose.
She meets him with equal hunger, gripping him tight, urging him faster with breathless, wrecked sounds that undo whatever composure he has left.
When his knot swells, locking deep, she screams his name, and he follows the same instinct Sinth did, teeth finding her throat on the opposite side, marking her permanently, completely.
He bites down.
The second bond snaps into place, and this time I feel it hit harder, deeper, some final piece of the fated connection locking into place between all four of us at once.
Chris’s composure shatters entirely, a broken, reverent sound tearing out of him as he spills inside her, still locked, still claiming.
“Mine,” he growls against her throat, wrecked, and it’s the least controlled I’ve ever heard him. “Ours.”
My turn comes last, and by now she’s boneless, spent, glowing with the aftermath of two claims already settled into her skin. But she reaches for me anyway, pulling me down, that insatiable need still burning steady in her eyes.
“Wayne,” she murmurs. “Please.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
I take my time with her despite the urgency thrumming through both of us, kissing every inch of skin within reach. I worship her the way she deserves after everything she’s survived to get here.
When I finally fill her, she wraps around me perfectly, slick and molten and entirely mine for this moment.
The rhythm builds fast between us, matching the chaos I’ve always carried in my own chest. And she meets every thrust with equal fire, her nails raking down my back, her voice breaking on my name over and over.
“Wayne, oh, Wayne…”
When my knot swells and locks us together, she cries out, and I bury my teeth in the last unmarked curve of her throat.
I bite down.
The final bond slams into place, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Every thread between the four of us pulls taut at once, absolute and unbreakable, a claim that no elder, no council, no ghost of her old family could ever undo again.
“Mine too,” I breathe against her skin, wrecked in a way I never expected to be. “Always and forever.”
She holds onto me through the aftershocks, boneless and glowing, fully claimed, fully ours. And for the first time in my life I understand exactly what it means to have earned something instead of simply taking it.
All three of us lay on that sheet that night with her curled up in our midst.
***
We return home three days later, rested and thoroughly bonded, and Elder Edgar is waiting for us the moment we arrive, jaw still faintly bruised, expression twisted with barely contained fury.
He’s not alone; he has a handful of other Elders with him.
“You disappeared for days,” he says, loud enough that half the hall turns to listen. “No word, no explanation. I informed the council you’d abandoned your posts entirely for the sake of that woman.”
“You know that’s not true,” Sinth says flatly.
“Do I?” The bastard’s eyes narrow. “Three Kings vanish overnight at the exact time their ‘mate’ runs away, and I’m meant to believe it’s nothing more than a lovers’ errand? The packs deserve better leadership than that.”
“The packs got exactly the leadership they deserve,” I say, my temper already rising. “We were retrieving our mate from a storm that nearly killed her. If you’d like to call that abandonment, I’m happy to remind you what a broken jaw feels like.”
“The storm would have threatened her safety if she never left the palace in the first place.”
“Select your next words carefully, Edgar,” Chris warns, though I catch the edge of a smile he’s fighting to suppress.
He ignores the threat entirely, turning his attention instead toward Charlize, his lip curling.
“This is all your fault. A shiftless girl playing at royalty doesn’t become a queen just because three fools claimed her.”
That’s it. You’re done.
My temper snaps fully, already stepping forward, but Charlize beats me to it, eyes blazing with fury.