Epilogue - Deslen #3
A muffled garble vibrated from her throat around Nick's length in response.
Our rhythms synced without a word, and we all drove forward at once, cocks plunging deep, stretching her pussy, ass, mouth, and cleavage to the brink.
Her athletic frame radiated power, and, god, it was intoxicating.
The way her thighs flexed, the way her back arched, the way she held you like she knew exactly what she could do to you. Like she knew she could take it.
Wet slaps of flesh echoed off the walls, mixing with our grunts and her choked whimpers, the sounds twisting into a raw rhythm that pulsed through me. An addictive melody I could listen to forever.
The bond flared hot in my core, and I shoved waves of pleasure straight into her.
The others must have too because she became downright feral.
Her hips bucked hard against Conrad and me, one hand clamping onto Nick's ass, fingers pushing him deeper down her throat.
Her other hand wrapped around Zeth's hip, two fingers thrusting into his ass in time with his thrusts.
Zeth snarled, his hips snapping faster, cock pistoning between her tits until his body seized.
Thick ropes of cum spurted across her stretched neck, his face screwed up tight as he cooed.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he rasped, slumping onto the bed beside her.
“You look so good in that necklace I made you.” His hand trailed up her chest and circled around her neck, rubbing his cum into her skin as he tightened his grip when Nick went deep into her throat.
Her muscles down below contracted, tightening around me and Conrad, to which we both moaned.
“I fucking love you, Nova Rossey,” he whispered against her skin. His mouth trailed soft kisses down her chest and belly, continuing further until his tongue flicked out, licking at her clit while I slammed into her soaked pussy.
Nick's grip tightened on her neck, his voice rough, desperate. “Drink it down, sweetheart. Take me inside you nice and deep.” She stretched her mouth wider, tongue extending out flat. His thrusts turned wild, hips jerking unevenly, as the wet noises of her deepthroating him echoed in the room.
Soon, a guttural moan ripped from him. “Oh, fuck. Fuck! Nova.”
His moan turned into a soft, choking gasp. “Oh, Nova. Fuck.” Fully seated in her mouth, her throat working to swallow and lick every last drop, he growled, “You’re fucking mine.”
He slowly pulled out of her mouth, chest heaving, rubbing the head of his cock against her lips before his lips crashed against hers, his tongue plunging deep.
He slumped right beside her, cupping her face as they broke apart.
"Nova," he gasped, voice full of awe and reverence.
His forehead rested against hers, his fingers trembling as they traced her jaw.
I was going to let them have their sweet moment until Conrad's hand clamped around her wrist, jerking her up and out of his grasp.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, leaving her sandwiched between us.
He twisted her arms above her shoulders, bending them back until they met his hair when he leaned forward and whispered, “Hold on, Boss. Me and the big guy are going to fuck you into oblivion.”
“Mmmmm.” Her moan vibrated through her body, low and needy.
My guilt over ruining the moment with Nick melted away as her fingers tangled in Conrad's hair, yanking him toward her.
One arm let go to hook around my neck, nails digging crescents into my skin.
"Yes," she panted, eyes fluttering shut.
"Harder. Faster. Make me pass out from the pleasure. "
My hands holding her up flexed, getting a better grip, as I bent forward, my lips bouncing against hers. “Whatever you want, my soul.”
Locking my hands onto her thighs, I slammed my cock into her pussy with brutal force, just as she demanded. Zeth’s cum trailed down the curve between her breasts, glistening under the dim light, spurring me to go deeper before it traveled past her belly button.
My thrusts grew savage as my jaguar rose to the surface, wanting to fuck its mate.
Each thrust burrowed to the hilt, driven by the urge to fill her, to coat every inch inside her with my claim.
I wanted to leave her wrecked and spent beyond comprehension.
Once she was boneless, eyes glazed, and shaking in pleasure, I’d draw her a bath.
Washing her in warm aromatics, I’d clean and soothe her body with my diligent and careful hands.
I almost came right there at just the thought of it.
Her pussy clenched around my cock, muscles squeezing like a vise, reluctant to release my cock, but I drove through the resistance, hips snapping forward at a punishing pace.
Her breasts jumped with every impact, head lolling back against Conrad’s head, hands still in his hair, gripping him for dear life.
Her breath came in sharp, ragged bursts.
Sweat beaded on her skin, all the signals pointing to her being close to the edge.
Conrad pounded into her just as hard as I was, kissing along her neck, but as soon as he looked at me and winked, I knew he was going to push her into oblivion.
He slammed his teeth into her neck, making loud slurping noises that curled her toes and had her crying out, “I’m coming. Fuck! I’m coming.”
Her release gushed around my cock, hot and slick.
The obscene squelch of her cum mixed with my thrusts had my whole body tightening, a spring ready to burst. I bit my tongue to stifle a groan, hips pistoning faster until my climax erupted through me.
I buried myself deep, cock pulsing as my cum shot up into her core, leaving her so full it ran out the sides.
I gave her a few more deep thrusts, shoving that cum back inside her before I slowly withdrew.
Dragging my still-hard cock along her inner thighs, I smeared the mess on my cock over her swollen pussy and clit.
Compelled by the sight of her covered in me, I claimed her mouth, my tongue delving in with a desperate hunger, pouring every ounce of my devotion and claim into the kiss.
She was my world, and every rough thrust and tender touch was hers alone.
She softened against my chest with a sigh, lips parting under mine for a single moment before she was yanked away.
I growled on instinct. Conrad’s lip curled up, his fingers desperately digging into her skin.
His eyes were glazed over in so much hunger and lust that I knew he would fight me if I tried to take her.
Nova moaned, her hands digging into his hair as she bent back and nibbled on his ear. I backed down, knowing that she wanted to please him, too. He flung her onto the bed, and her back bounced once before he seized her leg and yanked her over to him, putting both legs over his shoulders.
“Make me come.” His voice was rougher than I’d ever heard it before. “Command me to come for you.”
He thrust back into her ass, the force bowing her spine, stretching her wide. Her hands went to his chest, and her fingers flexed before her nails lengthened into sharp points that pierced his skin, drawing thin lines of blood that trickled down his pecs in crimson rivulets.
Her gaze locked on his, eyes blazing with feral hunger, lips curling back in a snarl. "Fuck my ass, Conrad," she demanded, voice laced with command. "Don't stop until I say."
Conrad's moan tore from his throat, raw and strained, like each breath was scraped against broken glass.
His gaze locked on hers, unblinking, as he hooked his arms under her knees and shoved her legs flat against the mattress, pinning her body beneath his.
His hips snapped forward, cock plunging into her ass with relentless fury, skin slapping against skin in a frantic rhythm that shook the bedframe.
Sweat slicked his brow, muscles bulging in his neck as he ground out, “P-please. Nova.” The choked words pushed past his lips, desperate and fractured.
Her fingers went up to his neck and tightened.
Her nails bit deeper into his flesh, squeezing until his chest stilled, no air rasping in or out.
Still, his thrusts didn't falter—hips bucking wildly, cock stretching her wide, even as his eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back, whites flashing in the dim light.
“Come, Conrad,” she rasped, her voice like a cracked whip. “Fill me up until I can’t breathe.”
A guttural roar ripped from him once his cock was fully seated inside her. His hands clamped down on her thighs, fingers digging bruises into her skin. They began blooming purple under the pressure while he did just what she said and filled her until her breath stopped.
Giving them their moment, I slipped into the bathroom, twisting the faucet until steam rose as the tub filled up.
I scanned the bundle of herbs I’d been collecting from the forest on the counter and plucked out the witch hazel sprigs, crushing them between my fingers before sprinkling the leaves into the water.
The sharp, clean scent cut through the humid air, promising relief for her aching body.
I returned to the room to find her yanking Conrad down by the throat, smashing her lips against his in a fierce, devouring kiss. Tongues tangled, breath mingling until her strength ebbed, and she sagged back onto the sheets, limbs heavy and limp.
Conrad's mouth trailed feather-light kisses along her arm, from wrist to elbow, drawing soft, breathy whimpers from her, tiny sounds like contented purrs.
Her eyelids stayed sealed, chest rising and falling in shallow waves, every muscle slackened to exhaustion.
As her head lolled to the side, I smiled at the others and nodded. Job well done, mate-brothers.
I tapped Conrad's shoulder. A low snarl curled his lip, fangs peeking out, until recognition dawned in his eyes. They darted to the bathroom door, then back, and the fog cleared. He dipped his head in a sharp nod, releasing her with reluctant, shaky hands.
Gathering her into my arms and cradling her against my chest, I carried her to the tub and lowered her into the warm water inch by inch. As I watched the water lap at her skin, soothing the red welts and tender spots, my soul settled in contentment.
I moved my hands with care, lathering soap over her whole body, rinsing away the stickiness of sweat and cum.
Her lashes fluttered now and then, eyes cracking open to meet mine.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice a sleepy thread, before her head lolled to the side, and she sank deeper into the heat of the tub.
“Come,” I whispered, “before you get all pruny.”
She turned her head toward me, blinking slowly in recognition, and managed to lift one arm to loop around my neck so I could get her out of the tub.
Taking my time, I dried her off and slipped a robe onto her arms, tying it loose around her waist. My fingers combed through her damp hair, parting it into sections to weave a simple braid down her back, keeping the strands from knotting in her sleep.
This right here, taking care of her, seeing to her, made my chest light and my soul sing. I gently let her feel how incredibly happy I was in this moment, and she leaned back, letting me wrap my arms around her and just hold her.
“I love you, Nova. My mate. My everything.” Kissing her damp hair, I tightened my arms around her, giving her my heart. “I promise to be a good mate, from now until forever. You’ll never be left wanting. You’ll never feel alone. We’re here for you and only you.”
Turning her head, her lips found mine in such a sweet, soft kiss that I almost fell to the ground, wanting to be on my knees before my warrior goddess.
“I love you, Deslen. Your quick and fierce devotion might’ve scared me at first, but I see now that I need your soft strength more than ever.” She cupped my cheek, pushing her love and appreciation into the bond. “Thank you for finding me.”
I sat there for a second, holding her in my arms, memorizing the way she felt against me. The way she smelled, the soft, even rhythm of her breathing. How her body surrendered to me. This was what heaven felt like.
Knowing that I needed to share this moment with my mate-brothers, I picked her up and took her back into the room, lowering her onto the mattress with care.
The rest of her mates, freshly showered and wearing loose pants, clustered around her.
They propped her up gently, pressing bites of meat to her lips, tipping a glass of water so she could sip.
Hands brushed her cheeks while lips grazed her forehead, temple, and jaw, each man taking his moment to lean closer and whisper words of devotion and love to her.
My mouth curved as a quiet warmth bloomed in my chest at the thought of my grandmother.
I had felt like she abandoned me by kicking me out of my home, but, standing here now, I knew she did me the biggest blessing of my life by forcing me out of Faerie.
I sent out a silent thank you and I love you to her, hoping she was doing well.
Nova was nestled atop Zeth's chest, body curling into his warmth, while Conrad stretched out on her right, his arm draping her waist. Nick mirrored him on her left, fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip.
I let the towel I was wearing fall off as I shifted.
Bones cracked and fur rippled along my body as my jaguar emerged.
Padding up onto the bed, I curled around her feet, chasing away the chill from her toes.
No part of my mate should be cold, not when she had her mates surrounding her.
Murmuring in her sleep, she said, “In the morning, I’m going to tell the whole clan that you four are my mates, and if they have anything bad to say to me or you, I’m just going to fucking kill them. I deserve to be happy.”
Zeth's eyes softened, a grin splitting his face as he pressed his lips to her crown. “Yeah, you do, Nov. You deserve that and so much more.”
The words hung in the air, solid as stone. Whatever storms brewed ahead of us, we'd weather them together. We had her, and she had us. Whoever thought they could cross her wouldn't live past her Syndicate fists.
Continue the story in Syndicate Prince….
* Better by Khalid