I don’t.
And then he is biting down, his teeth leading the charge, but his tongue following in fast pursuit. It ramps everything up I was just feeling, doubling the intensity.
His aura dances with my own. Our chaotic synergy builds up the intensity as he joins Wren as part of my being.
I know that I don’t have much of my rationale left. “Luther. Over the old mark. Please.”
For a single searing moment, I am terrified that he won’t agree to my request, but then his mouth finds my neck, his teeth brushing the mark that is already there.
The one that caused nothing but pain.
His teeth latch down. He uses his tongue, but he also sucks, leaving a hickey for his troubles.
It is instant, the orgasm that sparks in my belly and causes me to jerk and writhe on the nest.
It is immediate, the connection. The snapping into place of all of us together. An open circuit of love, warmth, security.
I can feel the deep bonds between the men. Their curiosity as they explore into each other's beings.
They had never been connected like this before.
I am their connection.
Their heart.
“Wren, your knot. Please. I need you. All of you.” I know the words aren’t coherent, butthe needinessis a feeling I push outwards to all of them.
Wren growls, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I almost took you away.”
Tears leak down my face, but I don’t wipe them away. They aren’t from sadness. They are evidence of the happiness that courses through me.
The pure bliss these alphas have wrapped me up in. “It was my choice.” The words are directed to Luther and Pierce. “But now, we are all together. We are all safe. We have each other.”
Wren readjusts until I can feel him between my thighs, his hard cock at my entrance. He leans over me, and I open my eyes. Stare directly into his soul.
It is kind, and pure, and everything I have ever wanted.
Connected as we are, there is no doubt now. There is only evidence of the goodness inside of him.
My legs wrap around him tugging him towards me. And then he is stretching me, his tantalizing scent hypnotizing me as I force him all the way in. His leg brushes against my thigh, and it takes everything for me not to come undone again. To hold onto the last bit of clarity.
Wren roars into the air, his moves turning erratic as he continues his way into me. His knot throbbing every time he snaps his hips into me. And I want it. Desperately.
Wren is the most maddeningly chaotic of the alphas. He brings my pleasure forcefully with deep snaps and harsh thrusts. But he is still not giving me what Ineed.
“Wren. Please. Your knot.” It takes everything to not whine, but it is still clear I am pleading.
“She’s ready,” Luther confirms, his rough fingers skirting along the mark he left, causing another wave of pure bliss to explode through me.
And then Wren is pushing further into me, stretching me, his knot finding a spot inside that causes an instant shocking plunge off the highest cliff into the coldest water. An adrenaline-filled high that it is nearly impossible to explain but takes the last of my energy.
Wren groans and pulsates inside me, his head falling into the crook of my neck. “You are ours.”
“I love you, Wren.” I turn my head to Pierce, taking him in, he is watching us with soft adoration. “I love you, Pierce.” And skip to Luther, he is smiling warmly. “I love you, Luther.”
The marks throb enjoyably on my neck, my thigh, my shoulder. Each a choice that I made, each a reminder of the men I deserve, each a promise towards a better future.
My heart warms as I wrap myself in my alphas, as their auras circulate, and I am grateful that I am theirs.
