“Cupcake, you are stunning,” Bardhyl says in his deep voice, his hand on his large cock.
Lucien’s eyes have already glazed over, lost in his thoughts.
Dušan strips down in seconds and before me stand my Alphas.
“Please…” I implore them.
That small demand has Dušan running his hands along the inside of my thighs, spreading me wider.
His thumb brushes over my clit so lightly, it sends me into small shudders.
“Is this what you want?” he asks.
“Fuck!” Lucien claims, his hand also palming his thick cock in slow strokes.
The edge of Dušan’s erection dances over my entrance.
I’m drenched, and I crane my head forward to reach him, anything to make him take me.
Gripping the sides of my legs, he pushes into me. The other two watch like nothing in the world can rip them away from the sight.
I moan the deeper he plunges, spreading me, filling me. Energy skitters down my body as he thrusts so hard and fast, my whole body jerks on the bed.
I arch my back, crying out with the arousal burning through me. The sounds and the smells are hypnotic.
“Never stop,” I murmur.
His fingers find my hardened nipples and he plucks them, flicks them, all while riding me. Our bodies grind together, his gaze never leaving mine. We stare into each other’s eyes as he fucks me madly.
I belong to him, to Lucien, to Bardhyl. Months ago, I would have laughed hysterically at the thought of belonging to anyone, let alone three Alphas. Now I can’t imagine my life without them.
And just as much I am theirs, they belong to me as well.
Dušan shoves into me, and my entire body jolts, my breasts bouncing. Lucien and Bardhyl stroke themselves quickly now, their gazes devouring me.
Adrenaline charges across my body, and already, there’s the familiar sensation of Dušan swelling inside me. There’s nothing that compares to the euphoria of him enlarging, his cock knotting. Pushing and nudging and hooking himself to remain locked within me.
Arousal rockets through me. Hastily, he loops an arm under my back and lifts me up and off the bed. I wrap my legs around his hips as he loosens my hands from the coat.
I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face against his chest as he ruts into me.
I’m gasping for air when my climax bursts from deep within me. I cry out, but he kisses me, stealing my scream as I convulse in his arms. My body is wracked with shudders.
“Fuck!” Lucien growls in the background.
Bardhyl snarls like a lion, while a primal animalistic roar rolls through Dušan’s chest.
Nothing even comes close to the warmth pulsing through me, at my inner walls clenching Dušan’s cock. I’m wrapped around him, and I feel his thickness thrumming within me. He grunts against my mouth suddenly, and that warmth spreading inside is him flooding me with his seed. He pumps into me, claiming me, laying his stake over me.
And it’s everything I want.
We’re both sweating, perspiration running down my back.
“That was fucking hot!” Lucien mumbles from the corner of the room, where he’s grabbed tissues and is now cleaning himself up.
Bardhyl has his shirt pressed up against his erection, his eyes fluttering upward, as he’s clearly still floating from his arousal.
When I meet Dušan’s gaze, he kisses me once, gentler than before, and murmurs, “Now I feel like I’m at home.”
Chapter 18
Bardhyl
I lie awake, on the floor on blankets while war plays on my mind, and my heart clenches at what is at risk. I consider the idea of us four just leaving everything behind, not endangering our lives. It won’t be easy, but it’s a direction forward. It’s safer.
Except leaving behind the rest of the Ash Pack is not a unfeasible option. We have friends we consider family, and there is no way Dušan will walk away. Which brings me back to how in the world we overcome Mad when we are outnumbered. Not to mention, Meira’s at risk, and the woman is so stubborn, she won’t remain behind if I command her.
I grind my teeth, exhaling loudly at the thought. No matter how I look at this, I don’t know how to keep her safe. There are no guarantees we’ll win this battle, but I can’t bring her down with us. So, once Dušan wakes, he and I need to talk. We have a fucking problem and I need it to be resolved before we take on Mad.
“Can’t sleep?” Meira’s soft voice finds me in the early morning light barely illuminating the room.
I glance over at the bed, where she stares down at me, smiling. Sleep still clings to her eyes, her dark hair a mess, and she’s yawning. When I look at her, I see everything I’m not, everything I wish I could be. I’m no fool. I lost my innocence long ago. Killing does that to you, but Meira is different. So how the fuck am I meant to risk her life?
“Not really,” I answer.
Carefully, she climbs out of bed trying not to disturb the other two snoring away. She doesn’t bother covering herself, coming to me naked, like a beautiful apparition. Those gorgeous curves undo me. Shit! My gaze trails over perfect tits, her tiny waist, the small thatch of hair between her legs. She’s everything I desire in a woman… soft curves and swells, her scent intoxicating, and a damn temper to match my own. Everything about her is tempting. She’s smart and quick-witted, rushes headfirst to protect those she’s loyal to. I adore everything about her.
She kneels beside me.
With her naked and my erection hardening, the problem is keeping my head on straight. Last night after Dušan claimed her, she fell asleep in his arms from exhaustion. I finished off the food, by which time Lucien and Dušan had gone to bed with her.
Now, she leans in close and kisses me, the softness of her breasts on my chest. My breath catches in my throat. The enticement to lift her and place her over my hips suffocates the air out of my lungs. I long to bury myself deep inside her, to have her ride me.
I’m only a male, for fuck’s sake. A horny bastard who can’t get enough.
“Morning,” she whispers, her breath warm on my ear, sending blood rushing down to my cock. “I need to go to the toilet,” she says.
I almost burst out laughing. Here I am getting a hard-on, and my girl is bursting. “Of course, angel legs. Let’s get dressed and I’ll go outside with you. There are some old clothes in the cupboard.”
What should have happened never does, though now I have more purpose to make this a quick trip and return to claim her while the other two remain asleep.
It doesn’t take long before we’re out in the tunnels. Meira’s hand is in mine and my ears are alert, and even though I am still horny as hell, just being around her gives me a sense of peace.
It’s deadly silent. Only the sound of wind whistling through the passage, and the scents reveal no intruders. By the time we reach the main tunnel, the faint trickle of light from the opening in the distance guides us forward.
“If you were a gambling man, what are our odds of defeating Mad?” Meira asks, which makes me wonder if I wasn’t the only person unable to sleep last night.
“My confident self says there’s no doubt we’ll eradicate him.”
“But…” She glances over at me, her hand stiffening in my grasp. She’s worried, and how can I blame her when we still don’t have a proper plan that goes beyond sneaking in and trying to get Mad alone? A plan riddled with holes that might get us killed.