I’m so lost in the feelings of my men surrounding me,and when I come, it’s hard, and I take Coal and Dean with me.
Dean knots me, locking me in place as he returns the mate mark like he promised, but Coal pulls out just enough, so his knot doesn’t lock him in my ass.
I keep sucking Quil, as his thrusts grow erratic, and he comes down my throat as I moan.
I’m tired, but ready for more. However, as I lie there, with Dean locked inside me and my men around me, I fall asleep.
A movement beside me wakes me up, and my eyes snap open as Quil tries to sneak out of bed. I watch him for a moment as he pulls clothes on silently and then heads for the door.
Oh, hell no. I catch pieces of his thoughts as he tries to keep the bond between us quiet, but he’s too distracted. I know what he’s planning. Not bothering to sneak, I jump to my feet and run out of the tent after Quil.
“Sneaking off after one night with me? Rude,” I complain, and he freezes. I’m butt naked, and he quickly looks around to make sure no one else is out here. There's no one. We’re alone, and I want answers.
“I-I…”
“You thought you could sneak into Alpha Michael’s room while he sleeps and kill him. You’re being as stupid as Coal was earlier.” I know my words are insulting, but he’s being reckless.
“I won’t let them hurt you,” he vows, and I shake my head.
“How will you protect me if you’re dead?” I ask, stepping toward him, as he backs up against a tree.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, hopefully seeing how wrong he is.
“You can, if you want. Fuck me, out here in the moonlight,” I press my body against him, and he sucks in a sharp breath. “But only if you promise to get your ass back in that tent after you knot me,” I growl.
My words work; Quil is tugging his jeans down and pushing me against the tree in a blink, and I moan as he thrusts hard inside me.
“Fuck, Delilah,” he moans my name, sliding in and out slowly, before picking up his pace. My back slams against the tree, but the pain doesn’t even phase me as my pussy flutters around his cock.
When Quil kisses me, I drag my nails down his back, crying his name as I come. I take him over the edge with me as he knots me, locking me to him. He’s not done, though. He drops his fingers to my clit, circling until I’m coming on his knot over and over.
When we’re done, and he pulls out of me, we run back to the tent. As soon as I pull the door open, all of my men are staring at us.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“We could hear you screaming. Next time, wake us for the party,” Matteo mumbles grumpily, making me laugh.
I could get used to this life.
“Delilah?” Coal whispers, and I groan. The ache I feel all over my body reminds me of what the five of us did, and I smile. It was a long night.
“Hmm?” I stretch and realize I don’t have all that muchroom. I’m surrounded by bodies on all sides. Blinking my eyes open, I see Coal smiling down at me as he stands off to the side of the bed. I search for Quil quickly, glad to see he’s still in bed where I left him.
“Shady bastard,”I scold, and he smirks, pretending to still be asleep.
“Come outside,” he says softly, offering me his hand. Taking it, I stand, and the sheet falls off my body. Coal’s eyes widen, clearly shocked. I look down, and other than the fact that I’m naked, I don’t understand why he’s looking at me like that.
“What?” I ask, and he points, eyes on my legs.
“Your, um. Well, your thighs.” He swallows, and I look down to see what he’s acting all odd about. My thighs are marked all over with bruises. Handprints and bite marks. I blush and then look back up at Coal.
“You guys were a bit… passionate.”
“No kidding.” Coal shakes his head and helps me off the bed, and I giggle as I step over Dean’s naked body. He’s sleeping on his stomach, and his adorable ass is no longer covered by the sheet. I bite my lip as I admire his body, and the scratch marks I left on his back. Coal notices, and smirks.
“We’re all branded with your love marks,” he says, turning, so I can see his back as well. Coal is shirtless but wearing sweatpants, and when he turns around, my eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh jeez.” I reach out my hand and touch the old scars there, along with the red lines I left behind. The marks his father made on him had healed already, but there are still pink scars.
