Chapter 41 Mona #2
Silas moves with agonizing slowness, his voice rough against my ear.
“Look at you taking us both, pet. So fucking wet you’re dripping down our balls.
So tight I can feel every pulse inside you.
Feel how tightly your pretty cunt grips us?
” He pulls out a little, then pushes in further.
“Fuck, honey, that’s it, lean just like that, arch that ass for me. ”
His praise melts the last of my nerves, and I moan shamelessly, my spine bowing as I grind down harder, desperate for that exquisite friction where they both fill me.
Silas growls, teeth grazing my shoulder. “You want to ruin us, don’t you, pet? Or do you want me to ruin you? You need me to fuck you harder? Wreck this cunt so you can’t walk without thinking of us all buried inside you?”
“Yes,” I sob against Aurelio’s chest, who is barely holding on by a thread.
Silas pulls out then pushes back in, and only when he finally finds his rhythm—deep, relentless strokes that make me see stars—Aurelio’s fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he begins thrusting upward, creating a devastating friction against Silas in an opposite rhythm that has me convulsing with pleasure.
Every stroke sends lightning through me, each pulse of pleasure deeper than the last. The bond between us vibrates like a plucked string, their ecstasy flowing into me as my inner walls clench around them, milking them mercilessly until Silas’s voice, hoarse and primal, breaks into a growl against my neck.
Aurelio’s body trembles beneath me, his rhythm turning desperate and wild.
He holds my ass so tight, keeping me in place for deeper penetration.
“Mona,” he gasps, voice shattered. “I can’t—I can’t—ungh, fuck, you feel so good, so perfect,” he moans, accent thickening as he loses control.
His eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide.
“Mi vida, mi amor, síguele, ?síguele así!“ His voice breaks as he begs, “Don’t stop—just like that—fuck, I’m going to—” His words dissolve into a guttural sound as his rhythm falters, the tension in his body coiling tighter.
My head swims with pleasure so intense I can barely think—I have only a heartbeat to decide before it’s too much, if I can take it—I wrap my arms around Aurelio, fingers digging into the hard planes of his back, and on his next thrust up, I bear down, taking his knot inside me.
The sensation of him stretching me alongside Silas’s rigid cock is the best torture, stealing my breath.
Aurelio’s shout tears through the room, his knot swelling inside me. Silas, feeling the expansion against his own cock, pushes deeper, and with careful determination, he locks his knot just inside my entrance, stretching me to my absolute limit.
I’ve never been so completely, devastatingly full.
Fucking stuffed. Silas’s teeth find my shoulder, biting down as his body shudders violently against my back, his hot breath coming in ragged pants against my skin.
I tremble, trying to settle around them, accommodating them both, every nerve screaming with pleasure and pain.
My mates shake with their release, their hot cum flooding me in pulsing waves as my body greedily milks them dry.
With both men still locked inside me, Orion approaches, and, as if he knows exactly what he wants, Silas leans back, creating space.
Orion gracefully climbs between us, positions himself at my back, the blunt head of his cock pressing and insistent against my ass.
My body yields, the excess slick easing his entrance as he claims me.
My ass stretches, sending nerves up my spine as he pushes in deeper.
Grayson kneels by my face, his rigid cock brushing against my parted lips. Without thought, I take him into my mouth, surrendering completely as he tangles his fingers in my hair and controls the pace. My mind fragments. I’m filled, stretched, claimed by all four of my mates.
Orion fucks my ass with deep, possessive thrusts, his cock pulsing as he comes inside me within minutes.
The warmth of his cum in my ass sends shudders down my spine.
Aurelio and Silas remain buried deep in my core, their thick cocks pulsing against each other, still riding waves of pleasure with each aftershock of their release.
Grayson’s fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight enough to make me gasp around his thick shaft as he fucks my mouth with deliberate strokes.
His eyes lock onto mine as his hips jerk and he floods my throat.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls, voice ragged as I swallow every drop he gives me, my tongue flicking against his sensitive tip just to watch him quake.
Faintly, I hear Grayson gently commanding, “Pull out slowly.” He sounds spent.
The pressure inside me gradually eases as Orion withdraws first before climbing back to my side.
Silas follows as his knot relents, the slow drag of his cock against my sensitive walls making me whimper.
Aurelio’s half-conscious, his knot softening but his cock stays buried inside me.
Through the haze of pleasure, I hear Orion’s voice. “Lean back against Silas, firefly.”
I collapse against Silas’s sweat-slicked chest. My legs are still shaking.
Orion’s skilled fingers find my swollen, desperate clit, the flat of his hand delivering punishing pressure.
He works me mercilessly, alternating between firm slaps that sting and circular strokes that wind me tighter.
Aurelio’s cock hardens inside me again, hitting that perfect spot deep within, and when he thrusts up into me, the coiled tension that’s been building explodes out of me in one fierce burst. The edge I’ve been riding snaps.
A hoarse, violent scream tears from my throat as my entire body convulses.
Orion’s fingers don’t relent, sending electric waves of pleasure from my throbbing center through every nerve ending, the pressure so intense I think I have to pee—higher and higher.
My hips buck helplessly against his hand as Silas growls against my ear, “Let go for us, beautiful. We want to feel you come apart.”
My vision darkens at the edges. I arch and release. Pleasure rips through me. I gush across Aurelio’s chest, soaking the sheets beneath us. Unrelenting, Orion keeps flicking, mercilessly, drawing filthy, obscene, wet, squelching sounds from my body.
White spots cloud my vision. I can’t breathe right. I’m drained and empty. He slaps me one last time, like he’s patting me, calling me a good girl, and I shake once before collapsing.
Someone catches me.
Time slips away. Minutes blur into what could be hours or days. Strong arms lift me from the soaked sheets. Gentle hands clean my trembling, wrung-out body. Their mingled scents wrap around me like a cocoon while my consciousness flickers in and out.
Through the fog, I hear Aurelio’s voice. “Is it always like this?” The question tugs at my lips, wanting to form a gentle laugh, but my body refuses to cooperate. I surrender to darkness in the cradle of someone’s embrace.
When I finally surface, we're back in bed. I find Silas’s heavy arm draped across my chest, radiating heat. My eyes flutter open to find all four of my mates surrounding me, sleeping soundly. Safety. Peacefully.
Happily. Together.
Epilogue: Ghost/Aurelio
TWO MONTHS LATER
We pull into my mother’s cabin a day late.
The delay wasn’t just the traffic—an hour from her place, I had to stop and work my magic through every corner of the RV, cleaning out the obnoxious scent of sex and fluids—my pack brothers and our mate aren’t exactly known for their restraint.
Plus, with a bedroom on wheels, it was pretty much a guarantee that the guys would be fucking Mona every second they could on the long drive here, turning what should have been an efficient journey into a prolonged expedition with extended breaks.
Because her mates are fucking nymphos for her—I suppose I’m included in that now, since I can barely walk past her without getting hard—we decided to drive an RV and take our time. Vacation, Grayson called it.
I hadn’t told Mamá the real reason for my visit—only that I’d joined a pack with Mona.
When I called—Kendrick kindly agreed to bring his cell phone to her so she and I could speak directly, since he’d been back in his territory for some weeks—I couldn’t bring myself to explain how everything was changing.
She never approved of my work as The Ghost, but I’ve always been free to drop in and visit her regularly over the years.
After all her disappointments, I couldn’t risk hurting her again.
But when I mentioned bringing my pack to visit, she agreed without hesitation.
I know she’ll be happy to hear the news, but now, with a baby on the way, things will be different.
The pregnancy is still new—barely six weeks along.
At first, Mona grumbled about it. For nearly a day, she threw a fit, banishing anyone with a dick to come near her, so she could decide what she wanted to do about it.
But after an afternoon at the clinic with Heather, something shifted.
Watching her friend with Joey must have cracked something inside her, because she rushed home with wet cheeks and a massive smile.
She still wrestles with the reality of it—a child, a pup, she didn’t plan for, but she's happy, and that's what matters.
She took too long to hit up Doc for prevention method herbs because she’d assumed, like everyone else, that it’s difficult for shifters to get pregnant and she had plenty of time. Unless, apparently, you’re an omega.
Or living in a clan with an omega, as many other residents of Silent Peak are slowly discovering.