Chapter 35 Casey
Casey
I walk out and pick up my axe, only to realise that all the wood is chopped. I turn in a large circle and then, with a huff, bury the head of the axe into the stump.
“You cut my wood.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“I want you.”
That simple sentence turns my body to molten heat.
“Riot,” I moan.
He jumps from the tree and lands in a crouch behind me. “Let’s go for a run.” He breathes and circles around me. He stops when he gets to my front again and looks me up and down, biting his lower lip in a way that makes my own jaw ache.
“Riot.”
“Keep saying my name like that, love, and we won’t be walking anywhere.”
I sway towards him.
He grips my throat and drags me up against him, his mouth plundering mine, taking and taking. I’m helpless, clinging to him to stay upright.
He pulls back, just enough to put a tiny bit of space between us.
“Come for a run with me.”
I exhale, but he breathes in, and I shudder knowing he’s taking my air into his lungs.
He steps back, and I stumble after him. He shifts and stands there. Inky black fur lifting in the wind.
A run. A run sounds good.
I shift and take off, running. He’s fast, keeping up with me, shouldering me in the direction he wants me to go.
It’s new, having the sun on my fur instead of the moonlight. But also having a pack mate run with me.
I could run like this until I dropped. Leaping over him, pausing to sniff something. Snapping my teeth playfully and dancing away.
His eyes shine as he remains right by my side. Eventually, he huffs and starts to steer me back towards the house.
I protest, growling until I hear a call. It makes my fur stand on end.
I fly back the way we came, almost barrelling into the red and white wolves that explode out of the bushes when we get closer.
I rub against them, twirling, playing. Leading them on a chase that has my blood thrumming in my veins. I get to the house and find a large silver wolf just lying on the ground. I sneak up on him and sniff his fur.
His jaw opens, and his tongue rolls out.
I rub my scent along him and then turn, spotting the copper, brown wolf with his blonde highlights standing in the shadows. I’m sure people could miss him, but I can’t. He stands out like a beacon.
I approach slowly, stepping carefully. I sniff and then carefully but deliberately rub myself along his side. Marking him as mine.
He huffs like he’s exasperated and then whirls, knocking me to the ground and pinning me. He rubs his head all over me. Ensuring that our scents are so combined they are almost one.
And now I smell like them, and they smell like me. My wolf is content.
I lie there, and he flops next to me, laying his head over my neck. The others join one by one, and I get this distinct, heavy feeling of being safe and protected.
I drift into a light doze, the scents of them filling my dreams.
I wake up in Khaos’ arms on the couch. The pack is asleep around us.
“How long was I out?” I fell asleep as a wolf…how did I get here and like this? The frisson of panic is eased by the warm scents of the pack filling my familiar home.
“Ten hours or so.”
I swear. He chuckles.
“I was supposed to cook.”
“Angel cooked his famous pizza.”
I consider it, but I don’t want it. Not yet. I’m hungry for something else.
I shift carefully, removing my pants. Khaos’ heavy breathing tells me he knows exactly what’s going on.
I turn, straddling his lap and slide my hand between us, freeing his erection. I look down between us and stroke the soft skin with a fingertip.
“Don’t be mean,” Khaos whispers in my ear.
I giggle and lean forward, grazing my jaw along his and then sucking on that tasty spot on the side of his throat. He tilts his head, giving me more room as I stroke and pull his erection.
“No noise,” Khaos growls in my ear. He lifts me up. I feel him at my entrance. Slick has soaked my thighs and him. I ease my body down on him, watching every twitch of facial expressions.
I see the hunger, the pure fire of possession. I inch farther down and gasp as his sheer size obliterates the ache and brings this new need to the forefront.
I smile when I press into his knot. His eyes glitter, but I just lean forward, biting his lower lip.
I continue to move until I see Khaos look past me. In the next second, I almost lose my silence as fingers rub and investigate where Khaos and I are joined.
I look over my shoulder and see Wrath standing there.
He trails his fingers up to my ass and circles it before dipping his finger in. I jerk my hips forward, and Khaos hisses. But now I can’t hold still. I have to move. I need to.
I pant as one finger turns to two. And then the huge head of Wrath’s cock is pushed into me. There’s a bit of pain, a bit of stretch, and then he’s moving in me, while Khaos is guiding me up before slamming me back down.
I close my eyes and just feel. Lost in the pleasure that builds. I keep my jaw shut tight, holding back the sounds as Wrath feeds Khaos my breasts.
I gasp, huffing, my breath coming out faster. There’s so many points of pleasure, all of them swirling together.
Wrath pushes into me in a steady rhythm before deliberately pulling me down onto Khaos. His knot slips into me, just as Wrath’s slips into my ass.
The pleasure hits me white-hot. Like electricity. Wrath covers my mouth, breathing hard. Cum jets inside me, but the orgasm pulls, dragging out longer than its ever lasted, until I sag, breathing hard and completely wrecked.
Wrath kisses my shoulders, while Khaos holds me to him.
“Well, that was better than TV.”
I twist my upper body, groaning as ripples of pleasure return.
Hazard, Riot, and Angel lay in their spots, staring hungrily at us.
I feel the familiar ache start again, and Khaos groans.
Shit, I’m turning into a thirsty wolf. But the way they are looking at me. I want them, too. I want to be covered in them. In their scents.
I frown at my strange thoughts.
“Ah, well, nothing left to do but torture them,” Angel murmurs.
But I lose track of that when Angel leans over and steals my mouth. He kisses me until I’m rocking on those knots, tearing groans and curses out of Wrath and Khaos.
I tilt my head back and purr. This is exactly what I needed to sate my appetite.
I wake up again and frown at the new location change. This has never, ever happened before. I sleep light, guarded.
I must really trust them.
I must like them.
I turn my head and find Riot sleeping not even an inch from my face. When I pull myself free from all the limbs pinning me down and stand up, I realise the entire pack is tangled on the bed.
Memories flash through my mind. Riot biting my ass while he pushed his cum back into me. Murmuring about perfect peaches.
Hazard pinning me to the window and fucking me against the glass.
I shiver and spot Wrath.
This time, I stop dead, remembering the gentle way his hands roamed over me, the sure way he found my clit, and the three heartbreaking words he whispered into my ear.
I back up a step and then another. Because in the cold light of dawn, those three words could be the end of all of us.
I get in the bathroom and close the door, going through my morning shower really quickly.
All right. I have a plan.
I just…need a new date. Someone special. Someone I will pick out. I’ll just be a bit more particular about what I’m looking for. No fuckups this time.
I sneak out, seeing that they are rousing, and get the laptop. Several people have messaged, but I take my time.
I find one that looks good and send him a message asking if he’s free tonight.
I close my eyes on the pain that brings me. The lump in my throat, the burn in my eyes.
It’s the worst I think I’ve ever felt. Even that experience when I was younger, of being raped.
They took from me all hope and broke me.
It took years to rebuild who I am. And I’ve been alone since then, and then I found them, and now I have to give them up?
I have to go back to empty and alone with nothing but memories to ruin me?
Why can’t I keep them?
I bite my lower lip to hide the tears. Angel comes into the kitchen; his greeting dies on his lips. He just walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.
“It will be okay.”
I shake my head. “You can’t promise that, Angel.”
“I guess I can’t. But I believe that. Because I know how strong we all are. I trust that fate won’t screw us. It’s given us a chance; now we need to fight for it.”
“What if we choose the wrong path?”
“There is no wrong path. Only the one we walk,” Angel murmurs. “Let’s just stay like this. It works.”
“We can’t.”
“We can,” Khaos says calmly.
I jerk my head up and see the four alphas standing there, smiling.
“Forget freedom. We’re yours anyway. I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you.”
“What?” Hazard yelps. “Do you mean it? You’d give up your heritage for this life?”
“Yeah, I would,” Khaos says with complete conviction. “I do.”
And the happiness that bursts into my chest completely buries the thread of unease.
I throw myself into Khaos’ arms and cry.
“Really?”
Khaos laughs and steals me, kissing me hard. “Yes, really. We want to stay.”
“So, we’re going to accept the fated mates?”
Riot grins. “Yes.”
“We’ll be pack. Family. Mates,” Hazard whispers and kisses the side of my head.
I look up at Angel. “Are you sure?”
He looks at Khaos, straightens his shoulders, and nods.
“I’m sure.”
I walk into his arms, embracing him. There’s a fine tremor, but I put it down to excitement.
“So, when are we accepting the bond?” I ask cautiously.
“Tonight?”
I bite my lower lip and smile. “Okay.”
My future is going to start tonight. I feel giddy and happy and like something good is finally within my reach.