Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Callum
I hustle along the corridor with Ada swinging over my shoulder, my focus on my destination.
Gray’s footsteps follow closely.
The position I have her in puts her pussy close to my nose. Her scent fills my lungs such that it’s hard to remember where I am going, why I am not tossing her to the rough stone floor and plowing her already.
My steps falter as I consider doing exactly that.
“Keep moving,” Gray barks—he is very fucking bossy where her rutting is concerned.
Somehow, I remember myself, the plan—where I am supposed to be taking her—and my feet beginning to move again.
A pack beta passes us on the right. He does a double take as he sees Ada over my shoulder, and his eyes widen.
I nod. As he takes off at a run, a dark grin blooms on my lips.
He will soon spread the word.
Finally, this is happening. Finally, we are going to claim our mate.
Dappled sunlight hits me as I pass through the arched doorway.
Over my shoulder, Ada gasps.
From behind comes the howls and yips of nearing wolves.
Ada
The world is spinning. Or maybe it is me.
After the dark corridor, the dappled sunlight comes as a shock, and I lift my head.
I gasp, catching sight of the semicircle of tiered seating facing a stage-like area.
One might think this would cool my ardor, but it does not. Now it’s like molten heat washing over my skin.
Callum lowers me to my feet, and I sway, clinging to him as his arms gently circle me. My mind plays catch-up as my gaze lifts, taking in the high vaulted ceiling with narrow fissures that let in splashes of light here and there and onto the stone floor on which I stand.
A wooden platform with wild animals beautifully carved into the base covers a large section of the stone floor, and in the center is a fur-topped wooden post with the same intricate carvings: a wolf to the right, a fox to the left, and squirrels, mice, and birds peeking between the carved leaves. The wood, dark with age, glistens in the weak light, seeming to dance and move as though alive.
It is a very strange post, slightly wider at the top, almost like a seat… only too high for me… it would better suit Callum or Gray… when they are the size of their shifted beasts.
I swallow.
The howl of approaching wolves sets goosebumps springing across my heated skin.
Gray and Callum flash to their beast forms, their clothing fluttering to the ground.
“You don’t need this,” Callum rumbles. Grasping the hem of my hide dress, he rips it over my head and tosses it to the floor.
My heart beats wildly, and my eyelids become heavy. I see the wolves on the periphery of my vision—the flash of fur, their nails scratching and skittering against the stone ground, hear their yips and howls.
I feel strangely empowered, even as my body turns weak. This is where they will claim me before the pack.
Gray stops beside Callum. He cups the side of my face, drawing my eyes toward his. “When a pack leader takes a mate, this is how it is done.” His hand lowers, skimming over my shoulder and all the way down my arm until he captures my hand.
He draws me from Callum, leading me to the post in the middle of the platform. “Climb up, little mate.”
His words produce an instant quickening sensation in my chest, even as my body feels like it pitches into a frenzy.
Climb?
It is then I notice the grooves that make steps of sorts. In a trance, I climb, grasping his hand tightly.
The howling begins again, reminding me that primal beasts surround me. “T-there are no humans,” I stammer.
“This is not for their eyes,” Gray says ominously. “Good girl. Now, lean forward.”
My eyes go to Callum, who takes my other hand and encourages me to bend. My belly hits the fur-covered top, and my head goes down. He crouches down before me, helping me to settle into place.
“Your hands go here, Ada.” Taking my hands in his, he guides them to two groove-like handles and then buckles leather cuffs around my wrists.
How many women have put their hands here, like this, as they were claimed?
They don’t need to bind me. I am a tiny human. They are shifters in their beast form. It’s not like I could ever get away, even if I wanted to. Yet, it feels symbolic. I am trusting them in this, as I trust them in everything.
Gray captures my left ankle, lifting my foot onto another groove that widens my legs, strapping leather around my ankle, before repeating for my right.
He stands. So does Callum.
I jerk. A gasp escapes my lips when the straps hold me tight, bent over, at a perfect height to be taken by them.
My entire body tingles. My core throbs. Their early attentions are only partly to blame for the slick that trickles down my thighs.
I groan as they put their hands on me, smoothing over my skin, petting me, fondling my breasts and ass, the backs of my thighs, tugging lightly on my hair. My chest is heaving, my body shuddering on the brink of my long-awaited climax.
I blink. My throat is suddenly parched, and my thoughts are consumed by the ache inside me, one that demands to be sated.
The howling and yips peter out.
Like they sense my disquiet, both Gray and Callum begin to purr.
It softens the franticness inside me and stills my racing heart.
I step outside my body and look down upon myself from above.
The tiny human with the long dark hair is bound over an ancient claiming post. Her body is flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.
Two huge wolf shifters loom on either side.
One crouches near her head, watching attentively—Callum. His giant gnarled hand is gentle as he tips her chin to check on her.
The other—Gray, moves behind her and lowers his snout to trail up the inside of her thigh, scenting her. His big tongue laps up the sticky slick, and he rumbles an approving purr.
The woman shivers, and a low moan emerges from her parted lips.
The next lick lashes the center of her core…
I snap back into my body just as a climax explodes through me, setting me convulsing with spasmodic bliss.
Callum cups my chin. “Look at me,” he commands. “Look at me, now.”
I blink back tears and stare up at his beautiful, wolven face as my body shudders and rocks. Our eyes clash just as a hard cock penetrates me savagely from behind.
A wild moan pours from my lips.
“Eyes on me,” Callum growls.
I am so full. My core is stuffed full of male flesh. I have been craving it all day. They have taunted and teased me, wound my body up to the pinnacle, and now the mere feel of cock inside me tips me over the glorious edge. Head tipped back, I cry out my pleasure as I come over again.
Gray’s claws dig into my hips, holding me still as he ruts me with heavy, deliberate thrusts that rock my body and shoot sparks through my core.
My pleasure spirals ever higher, and my fingers tighten around the handles as my mouth opens and I pant.
The howls begin again—cries of encouragement.
A hot, thick beastly cock pounds into me over and over again, making me ache so good inside.
There are other debauched sounds as the wolves become subject to the same frenzy.
Gray slams deep, holds, and issues a howl that raises goosebumps across my skin. Inside, his hard flesh pulses, the knot swelling and locking him into place. A hot flood follows, filling me. His head lowers and his teeth graze the right side of my throat—then bite .
I taste blood.
My own blood.
I taste myself through Gray.
His savage pride in claiming me, his lustful pleasure in knotting me before his pack, transports me to another climactic plane.
The world is a blur.
I am no longer human but a vessel for a shifter’s seed.
I am a writhing mess of blissful pleasure.
I am a leaf falling into a carnal abyss.
“No!” My aggressive demand is snarled when the male dares to withdraw. The knot slips out, and a gush floods out. I growl… it turns to a groan as another cock fills me all up.
Callum.
My royal shifter; a lowly apprentice blacksmith, no more.
He has never taken me in this form, but I delight in every savage thrust. My cries are those of rapture as he unmakes and remakes me perfectly for him.
My body shakes like it is subject to a cosmic storm. Sparkling dots form behind my eyes, and flames dance over my skin as climax after climax rips through me.
Then he stills. His seed fills me. He bites the left side of my throat, and once more, I taste my own blood and the rapture of my mate.
I am complete.
I hear the rattle of the chains. The frenzied wolves lift their heads to howl and acknowledge what has been done—the sides of my neck throb where they have bitten me.
Inside, I feel two golden threads wrapping around me. They tickle as they seek and find my beating heart, solidifying and becoming thicker until the golden light blooms and radiates out to swallow all of me.
My world expands, shifting beyond me, encompassing two presences.
Callum.
Gray.
Me.
We are connected. From this day forth, we are one.
Gray
Callum releases the cuffs, and I swing Ada up into my arms.
The wolves, caught up in the frenzy, have their own pleasures to tend to.
To the side of the chamber is a low stone corridor that opens into a private place where we shall further consummate our bond... A place where the Goddess is praised through the pleasure we give and receive.
This chamber is smaller. Steep stone walls covered in vines and clinging flowers reach upward. The top is open but overgrown, letting only hazy sunlight in. The sand floor leads to a pool heated by a deep underground spring. The air is humid and perfumed with flowers.
Opposite the pool is a wide stone outcrop, where the ceiling tampers inward to create an intimate space. The entrance is braced by two ornate wood carvings.
This is the place for mating. It is a place that only belongs to the pack leader and his chosen mate. As the new pack leader, this is mine to use as often as I wish.
I foresee us returning here often as she comes into heat again… and at any time we choose to reconfirm our vows.
Ada shivers—not from cold but from her heat. Her breathing has become an unsteady pant, and her eyes are glazed.
I lower her beside a stone outcrop. The inside is well padded and covered in a base layer of pelts with a greater stack waiting to the side.
This is her opportunity to nest.
Not all pack leaders mate an omega, so not all can experience the wonder that is mine. I am deeply enamored with the thought of her making a nest—the bed in our chamber has already taken on a distinct nest-like feel.
But this one is special.
This is where, Goddess willing, she will be bred. And this is where, when the time comes, when her belly grows ripe with our seed, she will birth our pups.
She sinks to her knees before it. Callum reaches for the nearest pelt and passes it to her to see if she takes it.
She is slow about it, drawing it to her nose and sniffing it. Afterward, seeming satisfied with the scent, she crawls forward and carefully places the pelt.
My chest swells with pride, gratitude, and hope for the future. I share a look with Callum, feeling a great outpouring of love. He is inside me now, beside Ada, a steady influence in one so young. Being connected is nothing new to me. I have been as much all my life.
Yet Callum is new, as are his ways, and I must admit there is unexpected joy in sharing all of Ada’s firsts with someone who adores her as much as I do… who wants to defile every perfect inch of her body with the same hunger.
We are both in beast form, lusty and eager for what comes next, sinking into our rut mindsets.
Our mate makes our nest. I catalog every curve and contour in her body—so tiny and precious. My eyes linger on the bites at her throat, the evidence that she has been claimed. It is hard to watch her do this, to allow her the time. But she is an omega, and if we want her bred, she must make a nest to her satisfaction. Here she will feel safe to let go and entrust her care to us.
I temper the urge to fall upon her until she has completed her nest. But the veil is coming down over my world with every passing moment, with every pelt carefully selected and put into place.
I know when she is done and when she hesitates before taking another pelt.
She has her back to us now, lifts her head, and slowly glances back at me and then Callum.
She is no longer Ada.
She is a creature of instinct.
She is an omega in heat.
Then she turns away from us, lowers her cheek to the furs, and pushes her ass up before she spreads her legs invitingly. The tops of her thighs glisten with her slick. Her pussy is pink and plump looking, engorged by her arousal.
Only when I step blindly forward to reach for her do I realize another male is in my way.
I have not been fast enough.
Callum
My beast, satisfied in his claim, relinquishes control to the man and I transition to human.
Now we have left the pack behind, I answer my mate’s call.
Her tight cunt caresses my cock with every thrust. My wolf sits in the background, encouraging me to take her rougher, to fuck her harder.
Gray is likewise human and growling his displeasure as he paces, watching me rut our mate. Perhaps I have broken shifter etiquette by taking her immediately again.
Well, fuck that. And fuck him. If he was too fucking slow that is his own fucking problem.
“I need Gray!” Ada demands, her hand reaching blindly for her second mate.
He sinks to his knees before her, spears his fingers in her hair, and directs her hot little mouth toward his weeping cock.
She sucks him deeply, making contented humming noises as she tends to him. Gods, everything about this is hot. I experience a surge of male pride. Omegas are much coveted. Never did I dream I might claim one. Never did I imagine sweet Ada, the shy lass who blushed so prettily when I first kissed her, could have another side.
The magic of this sacred chamber fills me with a higher duty— to breed.
I slow my strokes. My knot is swollen, painfully so, and I must grip her waist and thrust deeply to breach her slippery entrance. The pleasure is intense, almost unbearable.
“She needs more,” Gray says gruffly.
I am fucking her. She has his cock in her mouth. What more can she possibly need? Only panic takes root when I do not come, cannot come. I become caught in a perpetual loop, trying to thrust harder, deeper.
Ada comes noisily, fisting over me, and still, I do not come.
I court madness.
Sweat breaks out across the surface of my skin. My palms turn slippery as I try to hold her still.
She pushes back, demanding more, to be knotted, to be bred.
“You are holding back,” Gray growls. “Do not hold back.”
“Stop fucking talking,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Ah, Gods! Fuck!”
My knot locks, and my mind turns to blissful blankness as my cum splashes against her womb.
His cock pops out of her mouth, and his seed spews over her lips, trickles down her throat, and spills onto the furs beneath him. Fisting her hair, he pulls her upright as she pants and moans.
I growl. My fingertips find her slippery clit, circling it, liking the way it makes her pussy clench over my knot.
“Up,” Gray commands, lifting Ada higher until her back is pressed against my chest.
My arm circles her waist, groaning when her pussy spasms over me again.
Gray looks down at where I pet her clit, his expression darkening. Cupping her tits, he pushes them together and squeezes roughly.
“Please!” she moans, arching into his touch, crushing my cock when he begins to toy with her nipples.
“Does that feel good, mate?” he asks.
“Goddess! Please, more!”
I swallow thickly. My cock throbs inside her, the sticky cum leaking out. She wants more. She is knotted—how do I give her more?
“Don’t stop,” he says. “She needs this.”
Her clit is swollen under my fingertips, slick; petting her makes her twitch and clench.
Nonsense pours from her lips. I think she is coming again… I do not think she has stopped.
His hand slides down her body possessively until his fingers knock against mine.
I grunt and tighten my arm around her waist. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He bares his teeth at me.
Her pussy locks down so tightly on my cock that I’m rendered temporarily blind and further distracted from whatever the fuck Gray is doing… his fingers are pressing, probing, all around the base of my cock.
I try to yank her away, but I’m on my knees—my feet are all tangled up in the furs—and I don’t go anywhere.
He hooks a finger in her pussy.
My knot pops out.
“The fuck!” I grunt, trying vainly to stuff her back down onto my knot. She is so slick and writhing with her pleasure, I do not have a fucking hope.
“She can take this,” he says confidently, like he is a fucking expert on rutting an omega, which he is not.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” My beast is rising up, displeased with this development. He wants to rip Gray’s fucking head off. Only Ada is still crushing the rest of my length lovingly. I would need to leave her to fuck the bastard up, and I do not want to thump him that much.
“I need inside her, too,” he says, a determined air to his voice.
I don’t realize his intentions until he squishes her right up against me. She moans helplessly. I feel him fumbling between us.
“Pull out a bit,” he says. “And we will take her together.”
My heart rate takes off at a gallop, distracting me from a fantasy where I beat him to a bloody pulp so I can take my woman in peace. He has talked about this with me in private, filling my head with debauched images of the things an omega needs when in heat.
My cock flexes inside her.
My interest is absolute.
“Hold her legs up,” he says. “That way, I can better see what I’m doing.”
Her head rolls back against my shoulder.
I clasp behind her knees and lift her slightly off.
His hand fumbles between us before his fingers close over my dick.
I growl lowly. He is focused on what he does, his expression is intent, his tongue running back and forth over his lower lip as he mashes our flesh together and then pushes.
The tips slide together inside her before they pop out again.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“I need cock,” Ada bemoans.
“Hush. We are working on it,” Gray mutters. “This would go easier if your other mate helped instead of watching like a lust-drunk sap!”
“I am fucking helping,” I snarl.
His fist tightens painfully around my cock.
Fresh sweat pops from pores all over my body.
I want inside her.
With him.
Together.
I want it more than my next breath.
“She will feel so fucking good after we have done this,” he says. “All stretched out. Gaping . She will beg us to do this again before her heat is done. Mark my word.”
“Fuck’s sake!” I growl, ready to spill my fucking load.
My cock lodges at her entrance again, and determined to do this, I drop her a little way down.
Emitting a cute little growl, she sinks her teeth into his chest.
“Fuck yes, mark me, Ada,” he says. “You know you want this little omega, want us to fill you all up. We will stretch out your naughty pussy until it is utterly ruined and perfect for us.”
Will he ever shut the fuck up?
It is fucking awkward.
It is also fucking good as we get deeper, and I feel her slick tightness envelop me. She moans even as she tears into his flesh.
I wish it were me she was biting. I can almost taste his blood on my lips.
Maybe that should repulse me. Maybe what I am about to do to her should repulse me.
It doesn’t.
It feels fucking hot—the hottest experience of my life.
I understand that the rut clouds my judgment. I also accept on the deepest, most pervasive level that this is what she needs: to be well-rutted, to feel possessed by her mates.
“It is the only way she can be bred,” he says.
Then he takes his hand away, and she sinks all the way to our knots.
Her cry is pure tormented pleasure. “Goddess, I am going to…”
Her body convulses as her pussy begins those blissful, clenching waves.
I must grit my teeth not to fucking come too. And then we begin to move. Sliding into her. He cups her ass and wraps her legs around his back. My hand goes to her breast, pinching her nipples as I thrust into her in time with Gray.
My hands are shaking. Ada cries. Gray growls. I release my own grunts of raw pleasure as I enjoy the heavenly tightness of her pussy. I think about how she will be afterward. Open enough to accept my cock and knot with ease.
I am not going to fucking last.
She is coming all over us. She is coming all over my cock.
“I need to come,” I grunt. “I am going to come.”
My mind empties of everything but pleasure as my balls empty into her.
Her lips pop off his chest, and she emits the filthiest of squeals. Gray grunts and stills. I feel him pulsing next to me, a hot gush flooding as we both fill her up.
My balls tighten as I spew yet more cum.
“Good girl,” Gray says. “You were made to take this.”
I am not prepared when he snatches her from my arms. He drops her onto her back against the nest and slams into her again.
My cock is still spewing cum.
I think about ripping him off—think about it long and hard.
But then he bends her nearly in half with knees up and out and pounds into her.
His thick cock shuttles in and out. Her mouth is wide open, her eyes closed, and her face contorted with rapture.
His hips flex as he fucks into her over and over again. He grunts and slams deeply. He is fucking coming again.
I stumble toward them in a daze and sink to my knees beside her. My lips find the soft skin at the side of her throat, where I suck hard, knowing a mark will bloom. My fingers slide down over her belly to feel around where he is knotted in her.
He only grunts. He doesn’t care, and I lift my head and look down at where they join.
“Pull out slowly,” I say. “I want to see.”
Feeling his eyes on me, I drag my gaze up to meet his. “What?” I do not fucking care at this point. I just want to see her ruined cunt.
He huffs a breath, his lips twitch, and bracing above her, he starts to pull out.
She whines.
We move together to pin her legs open and out lest she interfere.
I stare at her pussy, stretched wide around his thick girth, riveted as his knot slips out easily.
“Gods,” I mutter weakly, my fingers already diving into the openness. Pumping slowly, I glance back at her face to see the blissed-out expression there. “She is so fucking open… Well ruined.”
Gray grunts and heaves himself to the side, his hard cock pulsing cum.
My wolf whispers how good she will feel. Caught in the pull, I tumble her onto her hands and knees. With her face mashed up against the fur, I take her hips in hand and bury myself to the root.
I groan.
“Fuck, she feels amazing.”
She arches up, mumbling, rocking her hips when I do not immediately move.
I take her in a way that is normally too rough. She only cries out for more.
Today, my rut is upon me. Ada is in heat. She is taking it—taking all of me.
Her openness facilitates a deeper taking than I have ever done before. I feel myself bottoming out, the head of my cock pounding against the entrance to her womb. She makes little hurt noises even as she lifts her ass for more.
“Good girl,” Gray says approvingly, reaching to stroke the hair back from her hot cheeks. “Taking your mate how he needs.”
My palms are fucking sweating. It trickles down my back as my body pumps out pheromones in answer to her call. I am so deep inside her now, pounding into her pussy, and making our flesh slap together in ways that shoot sparks the length of my shaft.
I want to get deeper, still. My cock seems to get harder than I have ever been in my life.
My grip tightens, my hips snap, and her pussy yields.
She squeals, her pussy spasming all over my cock, and taking me with her into bliss as my seed empties into her womb, right where it is needed.
I have barely finished emptying into her when Gray drags her from under me.
My growl is half-hearted at best, for I am momentarily sated.
Relief is short-lived.
Soon, I understand what it means to be in a rut and to serve an omega through her heat.
My cock does not fucking soften. The burning need barely abates before I am on her again. We take her over and over, to the point of exhaustion. She rouses us with her nails and teeth, nipping at flesh, biting, licking, and sucking us until we toss her against the furs and crawl over her to take her again.
She screeches at us for more—is not satisfied unless she is thoroughly stuffed with a cock and knot, and even then, she demands more for us to rut her harder, deeper.
Finally, exhaustion wins out.
The scent filling my nose is no longer that of a fertile mate but that of a bred mate.
My sense of pride is fierce and sudden. With our mate between us, I share a sleepy look with Gray. His grin is broad—he knows.
“Aye,” he says, his voice inside my head. “Looks like you will no longer be the only whelp in our family.”
Family?
He closes his eyes in a determined way, but the smile is still on his lips.
We are a family now, Ada, Gray and me, but it is more than only us. I have always sensed Gray, Drake, and Arlo, maybe because they were the first shifters I was close to. Now I sense the pack, the collective entity stretching out into the den and beyond, out to even more distant lands, and those other packs I have met.
“Welcome to the pack,” Gray says, although his eyes do not open, and I can feel he submits to sleep.
I stay awake longer, reveling in the wonder of belonging, of connecting to all.
Then I draw my awareness back to the three of us and the tiny presence that is not yet formed enough to be aware .
I think about what I have here and about my father, who I left behind.
Somewhere in another plane beyond earthly understanding, I sense the mother I lost looking down and watching over me.
Gray
Reduced to three filthy bodies, we lie, limbs entwined, the tiny omega nestled between us, her hair a crusty mess, and her mouth parted as she snores against Callum’s chest.
My balls ache to the point of pain, and my cock feels raw. To say that was a wild experience is an understatement.
I cannot wait to do it again. It is probably for the best the lass is well bred, for I believe my body needs time to recover before it can catch up with the enthusiasm of my mind.
Callum shifts, dislodging her and rolling her against me as he staggers to his feet. He returns with a cup of water, encouraging our sleepy mate to drink.
She grouches about this, trying to bat him away.
The water spills over her throat and tits before she gulps some down—I am distracted as my cock gives a weak jerk.
“She needs cleaning up,” I say, lest I do something foolish like try to mount her again. My arms feel like lead weights. The heated pool is close at hand, but I believe that will be the limit of my endurance in my wasted state.
Gods, I am famished.
Ada’s belly rumbles.
Callum chuckles. “I’ll get us some food.”
He staggers up again.
“Come on,” I say, lifting her into my arms, and gritting my teeth, I heave her out of the bed, stagger for the water, and half pitch her in.
“Uff! I was sleeping!”
“You are filthy and need to be cleaned up.”
I wade deeper into the warm water with her in my arms.
Her contented sigh as she rests her head against my shoulder puts a smile on my face.
“Oh, this feels so nice.”
I have my arms full of wet, bred woman. “Hmm,” I cup her ass, pulling her closer, thinking about her belly growing. “So do you.”
Ada
Warm water laps over tender, sensitive flesh as Gray baths me with care. Callum returns with a laden tray, which he places on a nearby rocky ledge before he joins us in the water.
Gray settles on a low ledge with me on his lap facing Callum, who stands before me. The water laps at our chest, soothing me.
My mate’s gentle touches lift me.
The sweet fruit and nuts I nibble on sate the gnawing hunger in my belly.
Now that I am sound of mind enough to admire it, I find the rutting cave—as it shall now be known—to be surprisingly civilized.
I share a tender kiss with Callum as Gray’s lips skim over his claiming mark. I open to accept a deeper kiss, submitting to the magic.
Gray’s hand strays to my belly, the touch possessive.
I don’t ask, for I already sense I am with child, and I let the hazy glow settle in.
Cupping Callum’s cheek, I hold his eyes before twisting to share a look with Gray.
“I love you,” I say. “Both of you. I cannot wait to meet the person that we have made together.”
Gray’s head dips and he kisses me. “I love you too, mate,” he says. “Happen you were worth all that dreadful stew.”
“Your love talk needs some finessing,” Callum grouches.
I giggle.
“Love talk?” Gray scoffs. “Do not let your royal status go to your head by using fancy phrases. Make no mistake, you are still a whelp.”