This time it is Pierce who is the first to break free. He surges forward, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck as he presses his lips to mine. The scratchy cotton of his shirt, a delectable pleasure filled pain against my sensitive skin.
“We will mark you as soon as you beg us to. Not a moment prior. This isyourchoice.”
My choice.
The words are my undoing. I am frenetic as I rip his shirt off him. I allow myself a few moments to ogle his tattooed skin, the ripples of muscle that move with every breath that he takes. And then I tug down his pants, his already hard cock bouncing upwards towards his belly.
Humming my approval, I reach blindly for Wren and grab him by the wrist, pulling him to me with my hand trailing downwardsto his pants. But he does the work for me, kicking them off and proving that he is in this too. His hand reaches up lazily to his cock, offering it a few strokes, but Wren’s attention stays on me.
My eyes bounce around until I find Luther. The man who started this all.
The man whose child I carry. The first one who taught me what it means to be loved by an alpha.
He inclines his head, offering a lazy smile as he follows Wren’s lead. Shrugging out of his shirt and tugging down his pants. His broad chest and bulky arms, reminders of his protective nature. Of the safety he provides.
Stepping back, I lower myself onto the nest. My heart swells as all of the men move into action. Wren falling between my spread thighs.
“I want to taste you.”
I hum my approval, allowing my head to fall back and my eyes to shut. His hot breath fans the apex of my thighs and then his tongue lashes out, first it explores. I arch into him as best I can, but another set of hands finds my nipples, a third trails hot fire up and down my arms and legs.
“You have the most heady flavor. It is intoxicating,addictive,” he murmurs in awe.
And then Wren truly begins, his tongue spearing into me as his fingers pinch my clit and then he swaps. His mouth sucking and vibrating as his fingers curl inside of me.
I don’t last long before I am putty in his arms.
“Alpha! Mark me!” I demand him. I am ready. I want him to be the first.Needhim to be. I must show him how important he is. I know that Pierce and Luther understand, but Wren still skirts the edge, still lingers at the back.
But he does not argue, he does not hesitate, his teeth find the skin of my thigh. His teeth graze the spot.
“There.Please,” I beg.
And he acquiesces. I expect the pain.
I remember it clearly when Tony bit me.
But what I’m not ready for is thepleasure.The euphoria that ignites my veins.
My cells reorganize, my designation heaves a sigh of relief.
I have always been alone. My entire life I’ve relied on myself. While Serena is my friend, that is all she’s ever been.
I had never had a family. Never known what it meant to be in a pack.
Until this very instance.
His emotions thrum against me, his own euphoria stemming against my own as we become one.
Everything literally clicks into place.
“I canfeel you.”There is awe in his voice.
Wren continues licking the spot he marked, and each time he touches me, another wave of pleasure and desire shoot to my cunt.
“Pierce, please. Mark me.” I am sobbing, but I can’t help it. I am having an existential experience. It is upheaving and cycling all of my emotions through a tornado.
Pierce’s hot breath finds my shoulder, he buries his face there. I know he is giving me time to stop this.
