The Alpha’s Pack (Kit Davenport Book 6)

Sparks prickled and snapped at my skin, and I moaned at the uncomfortable sensation. Whoever was trying to mess with me didn’t realize what they’d done. I was going to tear their fucking head from their shoulders with my bare hands… just as soon as I could lift my hands.

Why couldn’t I lift my hands? Was I tied down? Oh, I had fucking better not be, or the culprit would be made to pay in ways more painful even than I’d inflicted on Doctor Florsheim.

“Sweetheart,” a soft voice whispered in my ear, contradicting my initial assumption that I was being tortured with electricity. “Kit, sweetheart, wake up. We’re here; you’re going to be okay.”

That voice was familiar… Why was that voice so familiar?

With my slowly returning consciousness, the shadows and darkness crowded into my mind once more. The anger, bloodlust, and desperate need for vengeance quickly coated me in their comforting embrace and begged for me to kill this sleep invader.

But… that voice was familiar.

It couldn’t be, though. I’d walked away from my guardians weeks ago. Left them for their own damn good, and they had most likely given up on me by now. Other than them, there was no one left in this world who cared for me. Jonathan and Lucy had been my only true family, and now they were both dead. Because of me.

So, no. This voice couldn’t be familiar, and it deserved to pay in blood for daring to wake me when I so badly needed to recharge my magic.

“She’s too far gone,” another familiar voice snapped in anger. “She needs more skin contact; help me get her clothes off.”

“You don’t think she’d actually hurt us,” a third voice said with uncertainty. “I mean, that’s just the crazy, dark magic shit talking, isn’t it?”

“Is it?” the second one countered. Electrified hands lifted me, sparks zapping my flesh everywhere they touched, and I ground my teeth together hard. As soon as I could move, they would pay with their lives.

Something hard and warm pressed against my side, and my skin erupted in pinpricks so painful I cried out. These people, familiar or not, were totally unmoved by my pain, though, and proceeded to repeat the process on my other side. I was surrounded, like I had been wrapped up in an electric fence. As if I were a cow trying to escape its enclosure and had gotten tangled. It was utterly excruciating.

“We’re hurting her,” the first voice protested, and I wanted to leap at that person in thanks.

“That means its working,” the second disagreed. “Remember how it used to feel like that tickling sort of sensation? It’s probably that times a million because she is so badly drained.”

“What the fuck did she do to use up this much magic all at once?” the third asked quietly and was met with silence. I sure as shit wasn’t volunteering to fill them in, even if I could speak… which I couldn’t. Yet.

How the hell did I know they weren’t working for her?

Whatever their plan was, it was sure to backfire on them soon enough. Despite the agony of the electricity zapping me over almost every inch of my body, I could feel myself growing stronger. My body was already feeling less weak, and the shadows were forming thicker across my mind. It wouldn’t be long now, and I could show them who they’d chosen to mess with.

“Oh, come on, princess,” the second voice scoffed. “Quit this doom and gloom bullshit. You’re going to be ecstatic to see us when you finally get around to opening your eyes, and you damn well know it.”

What the fuck was this asshole talking about? Why was this feeling so familiar?

“Guys, I can’t hear her thoughts like you,” the first speaker said, sounding annoyed as all fuck. I didn’t blame him. If I was in his shoes, I would have these other two ripped into a thousand pieces and scattered all around the room like rose petals on Valentine’s Day.

“She’s thinking about all the ways she wants to kill us. It’s really fucking dark in there,” the third speaker replied, and a shudder that wasn’t my own vibrated through me. “Hey, Kitty Kat. You know we can hear what you’re thinking in there, and it’s pretty messed up, I have to tell you.”

“Don’t say that!” the first yelled, and someone shushed them both.

“Baby girl,” the second one murmured into my ear. “Come back to us. You know we sound familiar, just open your eyes and see for yourself. We’re here. We love you.”

“He’s right, Kitty Kat, we all love you. We would never abandon you,” the third added, speaking from my other side. “Lucy and Jonathan weren’t your only family. You have us.”

“Is that what she’s thinking?” the first demanded to know, his voice bordering on panic. “She thinks she has no one left? That she’s alone?”

“Pretty much,” one of the other two replied, and I shifted uncomfortably away from them. The electricity wasn’t so much electricity anymore; it was more like a burning heat. Too hot. It was going to melt my skin…

Someone grabbed my face with burning fingers, and I moaned.

“Sweetheart, you listen here, and you listen well. How dare you not think of us as family? How dare you think we would give up on you after only six weeks? I waited three long-ass fucking years in another realm just to get back to you. Do you honestly think I would abandon you now?” The first speaker no longer sounded like the nice guy. He sounded mad as hell—and still so damn familiar. He reminded me of someone…

“Yes, it’s working!” someone said with excitement as I screwed my eyes shut, then peeled the lids apart to see who the hell was trying to talk me to death.

At first, all I saw was darkness. Empty, never-ending darkness as the shadows crowded my vision, begging for more blood. But after blinking a couple of times, a face swam into focus.

A face with cornflower blue eyes and scruffy blond hair. A face that was scowling at me like I had just run over his puppy or something.

“Wes,” I breathed, finally regaining enough of myself to recognize who was speaking to me. But he couldn’t be here. I’d left because I didn’t want them involved; they shouldn’t have to shoulder the weight of my decisions when it came to seeking vengeance.

“Fuck that,” someone muttered, and I turned my head slightly to see Austin lying beside me. “The whole point of having dianoch is to support you, is it not? So why would this be any different?”

“Kit,” Wesley snapped, drawing my fuzzy attention back to him. “Your eyes are doing something weird. What’s going on? They keep flickering between normal and all black. Like all black, not even any whites left.”

“It’s the darkness,” I whispered, feeling totally disconnected from my own body. Like I wasn’t totally in charge anymore. How long had it been like this? How long had I been letting that oily blackness control my actions? “It wants more violence.” I shuddered hard enough to make my teeth chatter. “I can’t stop it.”

“Like hell you can’t,” Caleb responded from my other side, and I gasped as a hot, wet tear ran down my face.

Already the shadows were fighting me, demanding I listen to them, that I continue with my reign of blood and terror. That I didn’t need dianoch. Not if they wouldn’t join me like River.

“We’re losing her again,” Austin announced, and he was right. My vision was darkening with shadows once more, and I knew my eyes would be reflecting them.

“Fuck,” Wesley cursed, using his grip on my chin to drag my face back to his. “Please don’t bite me,” he muttered, like he was praying, and then he kissed me.

His lips met mine with a shock of heat, which I now identified as my magic replenishing from their energy. For a moment I was stunned. All I could think of was blood and death, flesh tearing from bone and screams of pain, and yet here was Wesley kissing me with so much passion it quite literally took my breath away.

Pushing him back, I gasped for air and frowned into his eyes. What the fuck was he playing at? This wasn’t the time for sappy reunions.

“There she is,” he whispered with adoration as he gazed back at me. “Don’t leave again, sweetheart. We miss you so much.”

“Wes,” I started to argue, but he cut my protests short by pressing his lips back to mine. This time he kissed me with more urgency, like he knew it was the only thing keeping me me. Our lips crushed together; he coaxed my mouth open and delved inside with determination, touching his tongue to mine with an expertise only six men seemed to share.

I groaned against his kiss, feeling the darkness in me fighting to squash out these new emotions, this softness and love that was pouring through me from Wesley’s kiss.

Inside me, the shadows raged harder, and my control began slipping again, my mood turning angry and violent as I shoved Wesley away from me.

“Kit, snap the fuck out of it,” my sweet tech genius yelled at me, his brow furrowed with frustration as he searched my eyes. “You need to bond with me. My magic can help you.”

“How?” Austin demanded. “And why didn’t you mention this sooner?”

“Because we only just found her, and does it seriously matter right now?” Wesley barked the words at Austin with an anger I had never seen in him before. It was startling. Enough so that I could see the hope in his suggestion.

“Yes, do it,” I agreed in a breathy voice as I struggled to push myself upright on the bed. Somehow, I’d ended up in my underwear with three half naked men surrounding me, yet all I could think about was blood and death.

Was this what accepting the darkness had done to me?

“Quickly,” I added. “Before I change my mind.”

Wesley hesitated only a second before nodding and sticking his hand out to Caleb.

“Help me out,” he asked the Blood Mage. “I don’t have anything sharp on me.”

Caleb didn’t waste time with questions, pulling a tiny lancet from his jeans’ pocket and stabbing Wesley’s finger with it.

Shaking with the effort, I extended my ringed hand to him, silently encouraging him to hurry the hell up. It was taking all I had to keep control of myself and not blast the three of them off the face of the Earth. Every ounce of strength I regained, so too did those shadows inside my mind.

The only thing I was clinging to was fear. Fear of what I had become, what I had let myself do in the name of vengeance and retribution.

Wesley quickly chanted out his part of the bonding spell, which I hadn’t even known he’d memorized, then dripped his blood onto the stone of my ring, just the same as my other four dianoch before him. Magic flared, and I sucked in a few deep breaths before rushing through my reciprocal verse.

At my last syllable, the rune circle flared to life around us, bathing both Austin and Caleb in Ban Dia runes that made them both cringe. There was no time to ask them if it hurt. Wesley’s magic slammed into me like a freight train hitting a cow on the tracks.

A soul-splitting scream tore from my throat, and my muscles all seized up, arching my back off the bed to an angle that shouldn’t be possible anywhere but inside a horror movie. I knew instantly, even through the excruciating pain, what Wesley had meant about his magic helping me. I knew. And the shadows knew.

As bad as it was, Wesley’s potent magic battling for a place inside my own, seeking to carve out a space for itself alongside my four other borrowed powers… It was absolutely nothing compared to the fight the shadows pitched against us all.

The babdh magic was ancient, as old as Ban Dia even, and the core of it was centered around mastery of consciousness. It made so much more sense experiencing it for myself, and not only how logical and intelligent Wesley was. I suddenly gained clarity on how the babdh magic worked. How they were able to dreamwalk.

It was this mental control that would allow me to control my magic, the shadows, and my raging anger over the deaths of Lucy and Jonathan.

Lips pressed to mine, and I gasped with the instant relief it provided. Wesley was taking back a bit of the magic overloading my soul, but he didn’t understand. I needed that overload. By balancing it out, it was giving the shadows an upper hand.

Bloodlust and fury spiked inside me, filling the space that Wesley’s magic had just occupied, and I screamed again. This time, though, it was a battle cry. Windows shattered, exploding outwards with a sudden rush of my magic that almost sent the guys reeling back off the bed.

“Hold her arms,” Wes shouted to one of the twins, and seconds later my wrists were clamped tight to the bedcovers as firmly as any handcuffs. “I need to help her. Just try to keep her from killing me in the meantime.”

“No promises,” Austin panted from above my head where my wrists were held captive.

His response must have been good enough for Wes, though, as he gripped my face between firm palms and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured to me, “I’ve got this.”

His reassuring blue gaze was the last thing I saw before my whole world turned to mist and he dragged me straight into a waking dream with him.

The total absence of anything, except mist, was my first hint that we were somewhere else. Not just an absence of things, but the absence of pain. Within that mist I was just me. No heartache, no anger, no overwhelming need to inflict the pain I was feeling onto others—whether they deserved it or not.

For the first time since holding Lucy’s lifeless body on the floor of that cursed room, I could breathe.

“Where are we?” I asked, startled as my voice bounced back at me in an echo.

“An in between place,” Wes replied. “It’s a safe space that babdh use for dreamwalking exercises. This mist, something about it saps all extremes of emotions from you and lets you think clearly, rationally, you know?”

I nodded in agreement. “I feel that. It’s incredible.”

“It’s only a Band-Aid.” He shrugged apologetically. “But from here you can gain the clarity and strength to do what you need to do.”

“And what is it that I need to do?” I asked him, feeling a flicker of panic before the mist smudged it out.

“See all that?” He pointed over my head, and I craned my neck up to look at the dark cloud above us. “That’s what’s been controlling you. That’s a huge, nasty concentration of every negative emotion you’ve ever had, amplified and given life.”

“What? That’s… a bit fucking scary. Who gave it life? I swear, sometimes it feels sentient.” I shuddered, then went back to feeling calm.

“No shit,” Wesley teased me. “That’s because it is sort of sentient. Or it’s damn close to being, anyway. You’re the only one that can control it because you’re the one who fed it magic to start with.”

I eyed the dark cloud warily and swore I saw lightening flash deep inside it somewhere. “I did this?” I repeated. “But where did it come from? Is this something Bridget caused?”

The look Wes gave me then was halfway amused and halfway pitying. “No, sweetheart. This is just a part of you. I suspect it is just a bit more… uh… dangerous because of who you are. Remember when Bridget said Tasha went insane from taking on too much of her dianoch’s powers?” I nodded, feeling sick with dread. I had avoided thinking about it, if I was honest. “I think she was wrong. Tasha wasn’t insane, per se. She was just dealing with all of that.” He waved a hand at the black cloud and gave me a half smile. “But you have something she didn’t have.”

“Uh-huh, I do, do I?” I gave him a teasing smile. “That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

He grinned at me then. “You bet your ass it’s me. We’re going to do this together because alone we are strong, but together we’re invincible. Right?”

My heart fluttered at his words, an echo of what both myself and Vali had said throughout the heartbreak of the past months. For where we were in our shared lives, truer words had never been said.

“You’re damn right we are,” I agreed in a whisper. “After this, we need to help River.”

“Cole and Vali are working on him now, but I agree. He needs to complete his bond with you too. We are way overdue to become complete, don’t you think?” He gave me a shy smile, and I returned it.

“Well, let’s do this then. I’m going to need a whole hell of a lot of recharging before I take on a fucking hellhound.” Just thinking about handling River’s demonic form when I was no longer under the influence of that darkness made me nervous. It needed to be done, though. He was suffering; I knew that.

“That’s my girl,” Wesley encouraged. “Now listen up, this is going to be an advanced course in mental manipulation condensed into a nutshell. But if it works, you’ll be back with us in minutes.”

My fingers grabbed for his, threading together and squeezing. “I’m ready.”

When the mist and darkness faded again, I was back in the real world. Strong hands gripped mine above my head, pinning them tight to the bed but stroking gentle circles against my skin. Warm lips were pressed to mine, and a heavy body pressed down on me from above.

At any other point of my fucked-up life this far, I would have panicked. But I knew those hands, I knew these lips.

I was back.

Wesley’s instructions had helped, and I finally, finally felt like myself. Enough so that I returned his kiss with an eagerness born of regret and shame.

My actions of the past month weighed heavy on my freshly scrubbed mind, but I shoved them aside. Now wasn’t the time.

I just needed to be in the moment and reassure my lovers that I was back and that I was theirs, heart and soul.

“Kitty Kat?” Caleb asked hesitantly from somewhere beside me on the bed, and I turned my face slightly toward his voice.

At my move, Wesley released my mouth. He turned his lips to my neck and kissed down the line of it to suck at my sensitive pulse point, allowing me the space to open my eyes and give Caleb a weak smile.

“Hey, Cal,” I whispered in a hoarse voice, and my smile spread wider at his look of relief.

“You’re back,” he breathed. “Aus, she’s back!”

“I know,” his twin replied from above me, but his grip on my wrists didn’t let up even the slightest bit. “I’d just rather be safe than sorry.”

Caleb frowned, opening his mouth to argue, but I gave him a small headshake, arching my body into Wesley’s hands as he groped me. “It’s fine. He’s right. Don’t let go, Aus,” I pleaded, tilting my head back to look at the surly Ink Mage above me on the bed.

“I’ll never let you go, baby girl. You know that.” His voice was gruff and his eyes damp when he met my gaze and held it, even as Wesley pushed my bra down to free my breasts and I moaned with pleasure when his mouth met one tight peak.

“Is River…” I could get no more words out as Wes bit gently down on my nipple, sending shockwaves of both magic and pleasure shooting through me.

“He’ll be fine,” Austin replied, glancing over to where I assumed he could see the others. “The lizards will keep him busy until you’re strong again. Just let us do that for you, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” That was the most coherency I was able to manage thanks to Wesley’s long fingers hooking into the sides of my panties and stripping them down my legs in a flash.

Holy fucking coffee, it’s been too damn long…

I was torn between demanding he hurry the hell up and fuck me stupid, versus begging him to take his time. Thankfully, I was too far gone for real words, so the choice was out of my hands. They’d do whatever they wanted, and I would enjoy every damn second of it.

“Jesus fuck,” Caleb hissed from beside me, sounding pained. “This is torture.”

“You’re telling me,” Austin agreed, “You’re going to need to get on with it, Wes.”

Wesley didn’t bother responding but did shift back to undo his own pants before spreading my legs and settling between them. The heat of his rigid shaft pressing against my core was almost too much when adding the continuous tingle of magic passing from his skin and into mine.

Desperate for more, I arched against him, lifting my heavy legs to wrap around him and pull him closer.

“Wes,” I groaned, “Please…”

His blue eyes widened with excitement as he looked up at me, and he bit his lip. “Anything you want, sweetheart. I’m yours.”

With that oath, he reached between us, positioning his tip at my already throbbing center. Not waiting for him to enter me slowly—like I knew he would—I used my legs to pull him in hard, arching my hips up to meet his so that he was fully sheathed in just one thrust.

“Fuck,” he cursed with a breathy moan, and I fought a grin of satisfaction.

“Bossy minx,” Austin snickered, still holding my hands tight.

Caleb groaned again, rolling onto his side and reaching out a hand to cup my breast. “That was insanely hot, Kitty Kat, but you’re supposed to be building strength, not using it up.” His fingers found my tight nipple and rolled it in just the right way to send flutters all the way to my pussy where Wesley was buried deep.

“This isn’t fair,” Wes complained as he shifted his weight and began to move inside me. His thrusts were long and slow, gentle but passionate—just like him.

“What isn’t?” Austin replied, bending down to kiss the bend of my neck.

Wesley’s brow creased, even as he increased his pace a little. “It’s been over three years since I’ve… you know. I don’t think you fully appreciate how different this is to just imagining it and uh, well, you know.”

Even as he fucked me, his cheeks flamed with embarrassment at admitting he’d masturbated to the memory of me. It was too sweet.

“Spanked the monkey?” Caleb supplied, teasingly. “Wrangled the one-eyed snake?”

“You’re hardly one to talk about snakes, bro,” Austin retorted, and Caleb grunted agreement.

“Oh my God, shut up and fuck me harder,” I blurted out in a rush, then bit my lip when I realized I’d said it out loud. “Uh, please?”

Thankfully, all three of them laughed and Wesley did as I asked, gripping the backs of my thighs to angle my hips up and give him a deeper angle.

Words left the room as the twins worked on my top half, tweaking and rolling my nipples, then kissing and biting at my sensitive neck. South of the border was all Wes, and holy shit he was making up for lost time. It was barely long at all before I was screaming out an orgasm and his abs tensed as he tried to fight off his own climax a little longer.

Three years was a long damn time, though, and when Austin turned my face so he could kiss me long and hard, Wesley lost it.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned, pulling out of my still fluttering center and kissing my belly. “I need to rebuild my stamina.”

“Lots of practice,” I panted with a small laugh.

Caleb released my nipple from his mouth and grinned up at me. “So fucking sexy,” he murmured. “How are you feeling?”

“Uh,” I licked my lips, glancing past Caleb to the doorway of the room. I couldn’t see anything from where I lay, but I was conscious of Cole and Vali being trapped out there with a raging mad hellhound. I’d seen firsthand what that creature could do…

“They’re fine, we promise you,” Wesley assured me.

I hesitated a moment more, but when no explosions or screams of pain came from the next room I gave them a small nod. “In that case, I still need more.”

“Your wish is our command, Kitty Kat,” Caleb grinned, giving Wes a playful shove out of the way and then pausing to raise his brows at Austin. Almost like he was asking permission to go first.

Ugh, I am such a porn star right now. I should be feeling more guilty, shouldn’t I? I pondered that for a moment. Nope, just feeling really fucking lucky.

Austin released his grip on my wrists but didn’t let them go immediately. Instead he intertwined our fingers together and kissed the inside of my wrist where he had inked a tiger lily.

Caleb must have received the permission he was seeking because he switched places with Wes and ran his palms up my legs until he gripped my slim hips.

Not fucking around with any more foreplay, thank fuck, he sank his rock-hard dick straight inside me, and I groaned my approval. Wes had already warmed me up, and before Caleb even pulled out halfway, I could feel a second orgasm building up.

“I’m going to come way too fast like this,” I complained, only half joking. “Let me on top?”

“Yes ma’am,” Caleb replied with a cheeky grin, wrapping his arms under me and rolling us over in one smooth move that just barely missed shoving Wes off the bed completely. He was lying alongside us, looking sleepy as hell but also starting to get crazy turned on again.

In my new position straddling Caleb, I gained a little more control. Not that I really had the strength to ride him like I wanted to, but he was hitting me in a whole different spot and it let me push my quickly building orgasm down to a slower burn.

“So beautiful,” Caleb breathed, pushing my hair behind my ears as I began to move up and down on his cock. Magic sparked between us at every point of contact, and I needed to close my eyes to just shiver through the exquisite sensations rushing through me.

A warm hand running down my back had me cracking my lids open again, and I glanced over my shoulder to find Austin tracing the beautiful patterns of my spine tattoo.

“Are you joining us?” I asked him, panting with both exhaustion and excitement.

His dark brows shot up, and the corner of his mouth pulled up in a wicked grin. “Was that an invitation, princess?”

“You know it was,” I replied, licking my lower lip and sucking in a breath as Caleb fondled my breasts. My palms were braced against his chiseled chest and I did nothing to stop my fingers from curling and biting into his pecs.

“Only an idiot turns down an offer like that,” Austin muttered, shifting further behind me, and I heard the distinctive jangle of jeans and a heavy belt hitting the floor. “Cal, give me a sec?”

Caleb bit his lip hard, but nodded and lifted me fully off him, letting his shaft slap against his belly. His hands snaked from my breasts to my waist, and he coaxed me to lean down and kiss him deeply.

Meanwhile, two thick fingers slipped into me from behind, and I gasped against Caleb’s mouth. Austin fucked me a couple of times with his hand, driving me to damn near insanity before withdrawing them and smearing the evidence of my intense arousal against my asshole.

I whimpered in both encouragement of his fingers and protest that I’d been left empty, but he quickly remedied that, pushing his own hard cock inside my pussy while one finger penetrated my tight ass.

“Holy fucking crow,” Wesley moaned, watching what Austin was doing with a wild hunger in his eyes, and I grinned against Caleb’s kiss. To my extreme delight, while Austin fucked me, coating his cock in my natural lube and stretching my ass with his fingers, Wesley reached down and grasped his own arousal in a sure grip and began stroking.

“Bro,” Caleb prompted his twin, breaking his lips away from mine, while I kept my gaze glued to Wesley’s stroking fist.

“Yeah, yeah,” Austin muttered. He withdrew his fingers then, and in a move that was just way too seamless, pulled out of my pussy and pressed into my ass. “Come on, princess,” he coaxed when I tensed. “You know how this goes.”

Memories of the last time we fucked, when I had begged him to take my ass, flooded back to me, and the heat of remembered arousal rushed to my crotch. Whatever it did, it was what he needed, and he pushed further into my ass until he was fully seated within me.

“You good, babe?” Caleb checked with me as I gasped and rested my head on his chest.

“Uh-huh,” I assured him, lifting my face back up to grin, “So, so damn good.”

“Still want to take more?” he asked, and I nodded eagerly.

“More than I’ve wanted anything in a really long time,” I begged him, not being totally dramatic. I really had been thinking about this exact configuration for a long damn time.

He cupped my cheek with one hand, pulling my lips to his for another mind-blowing kiss, while his hand reached between us and positioned the tip of his dick at my free opening. Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, he pushed up into me, stretching me to the point I thought I might pass out from sheer unadulterated pleasure.

“Wow,” I gasped, when the two of them were fully inside me and I could suck in a breath.

Both of them, bastards that they were, snickered… then started moving.

Stars exploded all over my vision as I crashed into an orgasm, and I knew full well it wouldn’t be my last one. My world was officially being rocked, and I would never be the same again. It almost made me wonder…

“Wes,” Austin’s gruff voice pre-empted the thought I had just been about to form, “You ready to go again?”

“Uh,” Wesley glanced between Austin and me with a deer-in-headlights sort of expression. “Yes?”

I grinned, even as Austin gathered my long hair into a ponytail and used it to pull my head back.

“Well, get in here then,” Austin suggested.

Wes looked at me for guidance, and I licked my lips in what I hoped was a seductive sort of way. Not a real easy feat to achieve when I was almost out of my damn mind and riding the waves of a seriously intense orgasm. Oh yeah, and I had two cocks both fucking me like I was the first and last woman they’d ever worshipped.

My gorgeous, sometimes shy lover didn’t need telling twice though. Scrambling, he almost fell off the bed three times before making it onto his knees to get his dick within reach of my mouth when I turned my head to the side.

“Is this,” he asked with a healthy dose of awkward-Wes, “okay? I’ve never…”

“You’re fine, bro,” Austin encouraged, tightening his grip on my hair to arch my neck a little more. “Just slide that dick down our girl’s perfect throat. She can take it, can’t you, princess?”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, feeling another damn orgasm building. My tongue darted out and wet my lips, then I left my mouth open in an invitation.

Wesley’s eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his head, but he shuffled forward and guided his throbbing erection into my mouth.

“That’s it,” Austin murmured, peering over my shoulder even while his other hand gripped my hip and he fucked my ass in time with his twin in my cunt. “Feed it to her inch by inch. Princess will do the rest.”

Wesley did as he was ordered, giving me more, and I accepted it eagerly. My tongue swirled his tip, then I closed my lips tight around his girth, sucking him in as far as I could reach.

“Give her more,” Caleb encouraged, watching from below. His own hands were gripping my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as he thrust up into me.

Obligingly, Wesley pushed in further, and I swallowed him deep, relishing the incredible feeling of being totally filled up.

Somehow, the three of them worked out an unspoken rhythm, thrusting in and out of me with incredible coordination to the point that I quickly lost all concept of time, or even how many mind-blowing orgasms I had crashed my way through.

Wes was the first to come, his hot ejaculate hitting the back of my throat as I sucked him, then licked down the length of his shaft as he withdrew.

“That was…” he trailed off with a groan, leaning down to kiss me. “Incredible. As much as I badly want to watch these two finishing you off, the quiet from the other room is making me nervous so I’m going to check on the River situation. They’ve barred the doors but I can at least check they’re still alive.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, then gasped as Austin used my hair to pull me up against his chest.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked me with a hint of self-satisfaction in his voice.

Groaning, I rested my head on his shoulder and braced my hands against Caleb’s abs. “Like a fucking goddess.”

“Perfect,” he purred back. “Then hold the fuck on.”

There was no need to ask what he meant by that. When his grip on my hair relaxed, I dropped forward onto Caleb’s chest and the two of them gripped my body tight between them.

Determined, it seemed, to make me hoarse with screams, they increased their pace to a punishing rhythm. Their simultaneous thrusts pounded in and out of me, dragging my final climax out kicking and screaming. The screaming was literal. I’d have been shocked if we didn’t wake the entire Omega campus with how loud the three of us were in our shared ending.

As badly as I wanted to just lie there and cuddle in post-foursome glow for the next week, I still had demonic-River to save and two sexy-as-sin dragons to reunite with.

“I better shower,” I muttered from between the two collapsed King twins. “If River is still in hound mode, I doubt it will help if he smells all of you on and in me.”

“Fuck him,” Austin growled.

“You’re probably right,” Caleb agreed with me. “Want help soaping?”

I snorted a laugh and peeled my sweaty body out from between them. “You know full well it wouldn’t end with that. I’ll be quick, and then we can”—I broke off, glancing nervously at the doorway, which seemed to be closed by some sort of fire barrier— “figure out how to save our Alpha.”