Rowan
My body was exhausted, wrung out. I was aware of every nerve and inch of flesh, but I wanted Bastian desperately. A small part of me was actually rather proud of how long I was lasting, all things considered. And when it came to my grump, this moment felt important.
Bastian took his time, slowly running his hands over my body as I dropped the towel. Goosebumps rushed over my skin, from the chill of the bathroom air and the anticipation of Bastian’s bite.
“I seem to remember a promise about fucking me on the bathroom counter.” I chuckled weakly.
His eyes lit up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Oh, that’s a promise I intend to keep… in the future, mate. Today, I have other plans for you.”
“Do tell…” My voice was breathless as he peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder, my eyelids fluttering closed.
“Why tell… when I can show?”
His hands grasped my hips, sliding me off the counter. My confusion quickly dissolved when he turned me around, so I was facing the mirror, placing my hands on the counter in front of me. I met his eyes in the reflection, my mind spinning with ideas.
The bathroom counters were low, so at this angle, I could see everything.
Behind me, Bastian rested his hands on my hips, his lips coming to my neck. “I want you to watch,” he muttered, nipping at the sensitive skin.
My legs trembled. “I see,” I said, though the way Bastian’s hands smoothed over my curves, thumbs kneading into the flesh of my ass as he came up behind me, evaporated any additional words.
I hummed as my lids drifted closed; I arched into Bastian, but he stopped. I looked at him through the reflection once more, the dark expression on his face making me tremble.
“Eyes on me, mate,” Bastian growled, using his hands to angle my hips so he could line himself up with my entrance.
My gaze met his, holding eye contact in the mirror as he inched inside me. My pussy was already soaked and gave no resistance as he slid home, taking his sweet time entering me, in stark contrast to how fast we had been moving only moments before.
When I tried to writhe and buck, his hands tightened, keeping me firmly in place. One of my hands left the counter, reaching around to hold the back of his head.
“Fucking hell,” I whimpered, unable to do anything but hold on as he had his way with me.
When my eyes fluttered shut, he paused. “I said…” He punctuated the words with a deep thrust. “Eyes on me, mate.”
Prying my lids open, I watched. Half bent over the counter, I could see his muscles rippling with every movement.
Bastian’s hand left my hip, coming up to cup my breast, pinching the nipple as he sucked the skin under my ear. He pressed so far into me, his thick erection stretching my walls as his knot teased my entrance.
Despite the many orgasms I’d already had, another one was rapidly approaching.
“Look how fucking perfect you’re taking me.” Bastian watched me intently, gauging my every reaction. The pleasure in his eyes was impossible to miss. I felt bathed by it, wearing the adoration on my skin like a silk glove.
“So good,” I mewled, fighting the urge to shut my eyes.
“You have no idea how fucking perfect you are,” he growled, running his tongue along my neck. “We were made for you, to fucking worship you.”
“And we plan to,” Orsen said.
I glanced at him in the mirror, where he was thoroughly enjoying the show, if his rapidly stiffening cock was anything to judge by. There was still blood on him, making him appear all the hotter and dangerous. My pussy clamped down around Bastian just thinking about it.
Apparently, I liked that a lot.
One of Bastian’s hands came up to cup my throat, squeezing and forcing me to look back at him.
“On me, mate. You’re going to watch me fuck you, not any of the others.”
“We’re just going to enjoy the show.” One of them chuckled—Nix.
Bastian smirked, giving in to the infectious energy Nix gave off. “It’s a damn good show,” he agreed, picking up his pace.
That alone would have been enough for me to forget about the world beyond the two of us, the way Bastian filled me, his cock sinking so deep and demanding my every thought.
And there was still more, the look in Bastian’s eyes that I’d remember fondly for all my days, soaking my panties whenever I did.
He dug his fingers into my hips, claiming and possessive. With every stroke, a low growl rumbled free, and I was soaring, reaching incredible heights as my pussy fluttered around him, urging his knot inside me.
“Please, Bastian,” I whimpered, my skin hot and rosy, a mist of sweat on my brow. “Knot me. Bite me.”
I watched his muscles strain in the mirror, like he was some Greek god or something. Bastian didn’t have any issue with giving me what I wanted. He thrust home hard, and in a firm press inward, his knot slipped inside me. I cried out, the pace furious then, so much so, I could hardly stand.
Thankfully, Bastian was right there gripping me, and he lifted my leg onto the counter, burying his shaft deeper, and I squeaked loudly as he fully bottomed out.
When I felt myself unravel, I called out, and in a flash, Bastian had me up again, my back smacking against his chest as he pressed my hips into the counter.
“Let the entire horde hear you.”
His teeth found my neck, and I shattered, moaning so damn loud. “Fuck!”
My walls clamped around him, his knot thrumming in response as I came, utterly unable to keep my eyes open as his bite made my nerves go haywire. Instinct gripped me in seconds, that need to mark him as mine as well. I pulled Bastian’s arm around me and bit down near his elbow.
“Ugh!” Bastian’s knot swelled, and his thrusts became stuttering jerks as he came. So much warmth filled me, and I floated above the earth as his body gave way to mine, emptying every drop of his release deep inside me.
My legs were Jell-O as I stood there, coming down from the orgasm and breathing hard. While Bastian’s knot deflated, the two of us shared gentle touches and soft kisses as I wobbled on my feet.
“Come on, back to the shower.” Bastian hummed, picking me up and carrying me over to the stall once we could separate.
“I just got clean,” I mumbled, slightly annoyed.
“Yes, but we got you dirty again.”
I craned my neck to smile up at him as he sat me on the tile bench in the shower. “It was totally worth it.” I giggled.
“Yes, it was. And this will be too. Let me wash you.”
I hummed as an answer, more noodle than person, as Bastian cleaned me up and got me out of the shower. All I could think about was the bond now humming in my chest. Even though I didn’t feel it as strongly as dragons did, I couldn’t help but wonder how it was for him.
“How does it feel?” I asked softly.
He smiled, kissing my shoulder. “Like the best thing ever. I can sense you inside me. You’re part of me, and you’re stuck with me.”
“The horror.” I giggled.
While Bastian and Nix dried me, Orsen made quick work of washing all the blood off himself. It had to be done, but I still had to admit that seeing him feral and growly had been something else.
By the time we made it into the bedroom, Grey had changed the sheets, and we all piled into bed.
Outside, we could still hear the celebration. The horde was elated at Orsen’s win. It was a huge deal that would change North Oak for years to come. It was a daunting prospect, but that was something we would handle as a clan.
Together.
“When was the last time North Oak had a victory like this? Not a challenge per se, but something to celebrate.” I asked sleepily, my head resting on Bastian’s chest.
“Not in our lifetime,” Orsen admitted, reaching out to stroke my arm.
“You’re our good luck charm,” Nix said as he lay down at the bottom of the bed like a puppy, his hand reaching out to hold my thigh.
I snorted. Sleepiness was rapidly descending on me, but I wanted to bask in their presence a little bit longer.
“I would hardly call myself that,” I mumbled, my words already starting to slur as my body demanded rest.
“We would,” Grey countered, leaning over and kissing the top of my head. “We love you. Actually, thinking about it, the last time the horde celebrated was when we let them know we were bringing you home.”
“And I love you. Too damn much.” A chorus of laughter rang out as I descended into sleep. “I expect all of you to cuddle me all night long.”
Each of my mates pressed in tighter, a unanimous, “promise,” ringing out through the room.