With that, he wrapped both hands into my hair, gripping tightly as he kissed my neck gently. His kiss was both a loving declaration as well as a warning.
He let go of my hair, grabbed my waist, and pulled me off of him just to shove my face into the bed, ass on display for him. "You asked for it."
While keeping one hand on my back, pushing me into the bed, his cock slammed into me, pistoning in and out at such a rapid pace I didn't have time to cry out, didn't have time to do anything but feel his onslaught to my body. Let him take control and fill me to his delight.
His grunts filled my ears while he was wringing out the last bit of pleasure I had in me. His fingers found my sensitive nub, flicking and rubbing it until my orgasm crashed out, and I screamed.
He kept fucking me, even as I slumped in exhaustion, and he pulled out with a roar and sprayed himself all over my throbbing pussy and ass.
When Dino collapsed, it was like a signal to all the rest of them. They turned my tired body over and all cuddled into me, finding scraps of my skin to touch and love on.
"I love you, Little Siren."
"I love you, Cupcake."
"I love you, Killer."
"I love you, baby."
I love you, Temptress.
Then I felt all of them bite me. Rabid at my neck, Duce at my right wrist, Dino at my left wrist, Gears on my right inner thigh, and Bricks on my left inner thigh. As soon as the bites broke the skin, I felt my whole body shake as thick golden bonds formed between them and me. They were all lit up and beautiful, making my skin sing and glow. Then I felt it. I felt their love through the bonds they had just made with me. I felt how much they cared about my well-being and how much they craved my mind and body. I felt how each of them fit with me, us complementing each other in the best of ways. More than anything, I felt that this was destined. That I was always meant to have these men as my mates.
For the first time in a while, I let tears collect and spill over as I sobbed out how much I loved them all. For once, feeling safe and secure enough to let someone see all my broken pieces. All of my flaws, and to know that they would still be there tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. Until the end of our days because they were my mates. They were made for me, and I for them.
Chapter 28
One year later
“Come on, Cupcake, let me have a little taste. It’s mean of you to hold out on me.” I watched Celine dance around the kitchen in a hurry, her face had sugar on it, and the counter looked like an absolute mess. It was adorable when she got like this.
Throw knives around, train some of the prospects, take on a man twice her size, not even a second thought for her. Doing something like cooking something from scratch, well, that was a little out of her wheelhouse, but she tackled the challenge like a beast. I reached for the bowl of freshly made buttercream. I just wanted a taste.
“No!” She smacked my hand out of the bowl, preventing me from even getting a scoop. “You asked me for a homemade birthday cake, and that’s what I’m going to make, god damn it!” She crouched down for the sixth time, biting her thumb in that adorable way, as she looked in the oven window, watching it like it would magically get done faster.
There were a few cakes already in the trash as she wanted to make me the perfect one, but, really, if she had just put frosting on her nipples and laid out on the table for me, I would’ve called that the best birthday cake ever. Although, apparently, I'm wrong. It's all because of this stupid; I mean, amazing, party that Celine demands to have for each of our birthdays.
When she learned that we didn't celebrate Rabid’s birthday the week we first met her, she vowed to never let another of her mates' birthdays go by uncelebrated. We quickly realized that parties tend to stress her out, so we asked her why she should make a fuss about something we never celebrated? She looked up at us with those big baby blues that made us melt like butter, blinking as they watered only for us, as she said, “Why wouldn't I want to celebrate the day my mates were born? If you weren't, I would be mateless and unhappy. You mean the world to me, and it's one day that I can make everyone take notice and celebrate.”
All of us fell into a puddle of goo after that, telling her to do whatever she wanted. We never had someone care enough to celebrate us like that, and it made us feel… special. So, we put up with the pre-party craziness, it just meant that she cared.
In the past, we would have dinner that night and raise our beers to the birthday boy, and then that was that. No fuse, no muss, but now it's grand, and she did everything to make you feel like you were the king that day. It's her birthday next month, and we all already have plans for that. It's going to be amazing, and I can't wait!
“A finger swipe won't ruin it!” I reached out again until I saw her rise up from the oven slowly, grabbing the chef's knife off the counter and pointing it at me with death in her eyes.
Her deep, cold voice that promised pain made a shiver run down my spine. “You touch it, you lose it.”
I lifted my hands immediately, backing up in emphasis. “Okay, okay. I hear you loud and clear, Cupcake.”
She put the knife down and gave me a smile. “Thank you, Pumpkin. If you need something to do, can you check with Rabid and Gears to make sure the front is set up? Oh, and see if Emma needs any help with the food?”
“Yes, ma'am.” I saluted, came around the island, hugged her from behind, and gave her a kiss on her hair, causing her shoulders to slump against me with a sigh. “It's all going to be great,” I promised, licking the shell of her ear, feeling her shiver in excitement.Yes, now this was going in the right direction.
“Nope!” She shoved me away just when it was starting to get good. “You can't sex trap me. Not right now. Not until the cake is done.” She wiggled her finger at me, moving so her bottom was as far away from me as it could be.
I gave her an innocent look as I took a few steps towards her. “Sex trap? Whatever could you mean?” I ran a finger down her front, finding her nipple from memory and giving it a little tweak.
She bit her lip, swaying a bit my way as I began to make circles on both, causing them to harden through her shirt. She closed her eyes for a second, giving me my opportunity as I tugged her closer to me by the pebbled nubs. She hissed out as her eyes opened, the burning blues filled with a craving that only her mates could curb.
