Chapter 18 Mona
A low, rumbling growl comes from Grayson. He rips off his shirt, but Orion stays back.
“Such a small body to fit three alpha males,” Grayson taunts from behind me.
I grin, running my hands over Silas’s chest. Smooth in some places. Textured with scars in others. Tattoos, some ruined. He doesn’t flinch, though, and his attention is locked solely on me.
I can feel his nerves. He’s trying to hide it, but he opened up for me, let me read him through the bond, and it’s all right there. You’d never know it looking at him. He’s the most mischievous man I’ve ever met.
Smirking, a scar through his brow, shaved head. He uses a knife to shave, I watched him do it after we left the cabin and stopped at a rest stop to clean up. It was very manly and over the top.
He’s here with me now, and it’s more than I ever thought I would get.
Raking my nails along his chest, I can feel his cock rise higher, until it’s pressed between our bodies. I look down into his eyes to see if he’s really ready.
“What about you, mate? Are you ready to share me?” I say it with a flirty tone, but I’m serious.
“All the more men to protect you, my pet.” His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them, exposing my ass to Grayson.
I feel the heat of Gray at my back. I try to turn to see him, but Silas grips my chin and holds my gaze. He doesn’t let me look away as Gray teases my entrance.
My fingers curl into Silas’s chest, nearly breaking skin when Gray’s massive cock presses inside me. He pauses partway in, throbbing, letting me feel every inch.
At my shoulder, he rasps, “You’ve got enough slick to lube the entire clan. What should I do with it?”
Heat burns my cheeks. He rocks in and out, shallow. Not deep enough. I grip Silas tighter, biting back my plea.
A chair scrapes against the floor. Orion, naked, his erection jutting forward, drags the leather chair closer. Before he sits down, he leans close, eyes where Gray and I connect. “If she has slick to spare.”
Then Grayson pulls out, leaving me empty only long enough to gasp before Orion’s fingers invade me.
He doesn’t just slide in—he impales me with three fingers at once, stretching me so suddenly I cry out.
My body clenches around the intrusion as he twists his hand, curling fingers up, then drags them out slowly, trailing a glistening web of slick.
Then he takes a seat, knees splayed wide, and grips his cock. That was absolutely filthy. My mouth drops open in awe.
Silas steals my attention again. “Ready, pet?”
I don’t have a chance to say yes, though I would have asked, ready for what, exactly?
Grayson presses against my pussy again, circling, gathering more slick with the head of his cock, before pulling out just enough to drag upward. He presses against my ass, and I shake my head.
“He won’t fit,” I widen my eyes at Silas, who just smirks.
“You wanted us to show you how a pack shares their mate, didn’t you?”
Grayson’s warm chest sears my back. He kisses my neck, while Silas’s rough hands trace along my curves before slipping between us. His thumb finds my clit, and the pleasure is instant. My body clenches, walls working the empty space inside me.
“She’s ready,” Silas says. Gray continues to kiss the space between my neck and shoulder. With one knee braced on the bed, I can feel him at my ass again. I’ve never done this before. My omega keens and lifts my ass higher, ready for it.
He presses in, slowly at first. I don’t understand how it’ll fit, how my body is opening for him. I remember what it felt like the first time we had sex. It was a tight fit. Grayson is huge. Bigger than his twin, somehow.
Silas soothes me down the bond, his eyes holding me captive, encouraging me, as Grayson breaches my asshole.
“So fucking tight,” Gray rasps, like he’s in pain. He pushes in farther, and it stings, but then he pulls back, and I instantly miss the pressure.
Silas’s thumb returns to my clit. Circling languidly, relaxing me, sending vibrations of pleasure through my body. And Grayson takes his time, in and out, slower, deeper.
“Deep breath, baby. Relax. Push out with your ass,” he tells me, and it feels so weird, but I do, opening up more for him, and he sinks in deeper.
Until he’s at the hilt. At least, I think he is. I feel so full, it seems impossible for me to move. I glance over. Orion is lazily stroking his cock, a soft smile on his face, solely focused on me.
His love is so strong I can feel it, even without the bond.
This is what sharing in a pack looks like. It’s not about how deep they can get inside my body. It’s about how connected we are.
The guys lift me slightly. It pushes Gray deeper. Silas notches at my entrance, then pushes inside my pussy. “So good, pet,” he praises. “You’re doing so good for us.”
My omega preens at the praise. I let out a whimpering sound, and he runs his fingers along my ear, threading them into my hair. “You like that, Mona? You like to hear how good you are for us?”
I nod frantically. And then he pushes, all the way in. I gasp, but it’s perfect. The pressure is intense, even stronger when Grayson pulls out and thrusts back in.
Silas bucks beneath me, and they fall into a rhythm, in and out.
Grayson, buried deep in my ass, his fingers digging bruises into my hips as Silas claims my pussy.
I turn, gasping, to find Orion watching me with dark eyes, feral and hungry.
His powerful grip tightens around his knot, his other hand a blur as he alternates between vicious, demanding strokes and slow twists, corkscrewing his length.
My muscles clamp down around their cocks, inner walls convulsing with pleasure. My release builds slowly, like a storm, from deep in my core, making my toes curl against the sheets.
“Mona, baby, you’re doing so good,” Grayson coos, thrusting harder, the discomfort long gone.
The sound of his hips snapping into me is enough to set me off.
Silas’s emotions are all over the place, trying to find something stable to hold onto.
Orion watches the three of us, and I can’t tear my eyes away as his fist whips frantically, up and down his shaft.
My pussy starts to spasm, which makes my ass clench tighter. The friction increases. I send love through my bond with Silas. He grunts, digs his claws into my skin, desperately raking over me, like he’s afraid to let go.
And it starts. Low for him and for me. Deep.
“Silas,” I whisper. “I’ve got you. You’re with me. You’re mine. All mine. You hear me?”
I push my pleasure and need for him through the bond, heightening his senses. He groans, loud and rough, so I do it again.
“Fuuuck,” he rasps.
Grayson grips my hips tighter. He’s close, I can feel him losing control, thrusts erratic.
“Together,” I tell Silas. Then I tilt my head to Grayson. “Make me yours.”
That does it. He roars like an untethered beast, hips slamming into me with enough force to rock the entire bed. His body goes rigid, then convulses as he floods my ass. I wrench my head sideways, exposing my neck. His teeth break skin, sharp pain that dissolves into blissful ecstasy.
At the same time, Silas lets out an animalistic grunt.
“Oh, Mona, fuck, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming—” and his body tenses, jerking violently beneath me. His knot swells, and I slam onto it, then everything inside me spasms all at once. I grab Grayson’s arm and bite down, and he throws his head back with a feral roar as my climax crashes through the bonds.
Every nerve ending explodes, my body stuffed full with my mates, and I squeeze against them, shaking and sobbing, electric tendrils snaking through my core, zapping every inch of me, of us.
I suck in a gasp and pry my eyes open. Orion is whipping his cock so fast I can’t see his hand. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue in invitation, and he lunges toward me.
“Almost, there, fuck—” he grunts, and his cock barely grazes my lips, his other hand gripping the back of my head, the strands of my hair.
He lets out a raspy shudder before his cum shoots out of him in ropey trails.
His chocolate hazelnut scent mixed with the masculine salty seed makes my omega writhe in joy as she laps every drop, while Orion continues to pump himself into my mouth, even after his orgasm abates.
Orion leans down, lips crashing into mine in one harsh, abrupt kiss. Then he collapses back into the chair and lets out a throaty laugh. “Wow.”
Grayson's chest is warm and heavy on my back, and when he pulls away, my omega whines. But then his cum spills out of my ass, making me shiver, and he grunts in satisfaction.
Silas is still locked inside me. Through the bond, I can feel how vulnerable he is right now, though he's still panting and holding me tight.
“Can I take care of her?” Silas asks without meeting their eyes.
I just bonded with Grayson, and he might rather be the one to stay close to me after all that. But maybe, because of the bond, he can feel Silas’s needs, too.
Maybe this is what sharing really means.
“Of course,” Grayson says.
Silas stays locked inside me as he brings us to a stand. Cradling me in his arms, with my legs wrapped around him, he carries me into my bedroom.
“I don’t have my own bathroom,” he grumbles lightheartedly.
“I’m surprised. I heard you were a prima donna.”
He laughs.
It feels incredible to hear him laugh.
But it’s a little shaky. He’s not as relaxed as he should be after what we just did.
“Aren’t you supposed to be sharing?” I tease, trying to keep his mood light.
He sets me down so my ass is perched on the edge of the tub while his knot, which was slowly softening, releases, and he pulls out gently. I thought I’d feel more sore, but aside from being used after great sex, I feel incredible. And I can’t wait to do that again.
Silas smiles softly. “This is sharing, in a way. Letting me have you when I need you. Is that okay? You just bonded with Grayson—”
I press my fingers to his lips. “Of course it is. It’s strange, isn’t it?
These bonds are all so new, yet somehow…
it’s like we’ve been like this forever.” I pause, searching for the words, then pluck the threads of my bonds.
“Gray doesn’t feel jealous. Well, he is,” I laugh softly, and so does Silas.
“He wants me next to him. But not out of insecurity. He knows what I feel for him, same as you can feel what I feel for you.”
The water in the tub is half-full. He reaches in, turns the hot water higher. Then climbs in, holding a hand out to me. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
I nod. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
He smiles at that. And while I can still see his demons—I can feel them lingering, below the surface—it’s the first time I wonder if he might be okay.
When we finally make it to bed, and Silas falls into a surprisingly peaceful slumber, I turn, tucking my hands under my head, resting the urge to trace the scar above his brow.
Such a brutish man. A spiky barb. A sea urchin, and if you mishandle him, he’ll poison you.
But on the inside, he’s soft and beautiful. He has so much to offer.
I don’t care that he’s declared he’s staying—if he tries to leave, to go back on it, to run away from me, from us, I’d chase him down.
I think Grayson and Orion would, too.