We all had.
I watched him step in front of Nova without hesitation, his instincts cutting through whatever arguments or tension still lingered between them. That was what a mate was supposed to do. Show up when it mattered. Stand between danger and the woman we all swore ourselves to. The woman fate told us we needed with all of our being.
After that moment, I trusted him. Not because he said the right things, but because his body moved before his mind told him to.
Before Nova could tease or sidestep our attention, I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted. She let out a startled cry as I hoisted her over my shoulder.
“Nope,” I said, heading up the stairs. “If we’re doing this, it’s happening in that big bed of yours. The couch won’t survive us.”
Her laughter warmed the back of my neck as the others trailed close behind. “Well, the couch thanks you. Calix gave me that as a housewarming gift.”
“Perfect reason to break it in!” Zeth called wickedly at my back.
I didn’t slow, just shrugged. “Next time.” We would be having a lot of next times with this woman.
Tonight wasn’t about chaos or competition. This was about showing her that the four of us could move in sync when it mattered.
In her room, I eased her off my shoulder and caught her head in my hand, lowering her onto the bed with more care than I’d used in carrying her. Her breath hitched, soft and warm, and her pink-jeweled eyes followed my every motion.
“Let me show you,” I murmured, leaning over her, “how your mates can take care of you.”
Her fingers curled into my shirt, and the fabric tightened, giving me a small tug as an answer.
She didn't have to tell me twice. I crushed my mouth against hers, savoring the sweetness of her lips like it was the first time. Her body surrendered, shoulders dropping as a soft exhale escaped into the kiss.
Her fingertips grazed up my spine, light enough to raise goosebumps. Fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me closer, while her legs hooked around my waist. She ground her hips forward, slick heat pressing along my hardening cock.
A low groan rumbled from my throat into her mouth. The pull of her grip sent a spark through me, urging me to yield to her. I changed my breath to match hers, my rhythm bending to whatever she set.
She wrenched my head back by the hair. My scalp burned in perfection, causing a delicious ripple of pleasure to travel straight to my dick. My balls tightened, and my cock pulsed against her thigh, rigid and ready.
“I like tasting your lips, but I think I want to see what we taste like together.” Her lips curved slowly, eyes darkening as my pulse leapt at her words. Desperately trying to control myself, my fingers hooked into her waistband. I intended to take off her clothes slowly, but my hands were too rough. Seeing her bend up toward me, I lost all reason and ripped the fabric off her with one firm tug.
She gasped, a quick inhale of shock, but I didn't let that expression stay on her face for long. I buried my face between her thighs, tongue lashing over her swollen clit flat and fast. Her sweet and intoxicating musk slid down my tongue as I licked every inch of her.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I moaned against her pussy, making sure she felt every vibration. The small gasps and whimpers she made were driving me wild, making me want to spend all night between her thighs like this.
Her chest heaved, head tipping back against the pillows. A muffled moan vibrated as Nick's hand clamped around her throat. He sealed his lips over hers, swallowing her sounds like he owned them. The noises grew louder, and her flavor intensified, flooding my mouth with her mesmerizing taste. My cock jerked upward, skin stretching tight around my throbbing length.
Her thighs shook under my palms, muscles clenching. The mattress shifted to the side with a creak.
“You look so beautiful, Nova.” Zeth crawled onto the bed, bare skin gleaming, his palm sliding under her shirt to cup her breast. He dragged his mouth along her neck, grazing it with his teeth. “Lying down, spread out wide like this.” His tongue flicked out,tracing her pulse. “You look like a damn feast, Nov, and I’m famished.”
Her hands reached out, wrapping around Nick and Zeth’s cocks, palms stroking from base to tip in firm pulls. Nick's mouth stayed locked on hers, devouring her cries, while Zeth kept his lips on her chest. Conrad kneeled, pressing in beside me, and I shifted to give him room as his lips brushed kisses up her right leg.
His breath ghosted over her inner thigh. “I want to make you scream, Nova. I want to hear that voice of yours choke.” Then his teeth sank in, fangs piercing flesh, and he growled like a beast. Her mouth broke free from Nick's with a sharp cry, balancing herself on her elbows.
“Oh, fuck!” She looked down at him and thrust her hips upward. “Suck on me hard and deep. Take it all.” She bit her bottom lip as she watched him feast on her. I seized the moment, thrusting two fingers deep into her soaking pussy, knuckles curling against her walls to get that right spot.
“Aaahhhh.” The sound tore from her, raw and wordless, hips bucking hard against me as her grunts spilled out. Zeth's mouth trailed to her chest, and his fingers pinched her nipples hard while his tongue lapped against her stiff peaks. Her body jerked, spine arching off the bed.
As she got wetter, I tried to catch all of her in my mouth, but it was getting harder and harder to not take this further. To fill myself with her. It was just my luck that Conrad slid his fangs out, his tongue sealing the punctures with slow, sensual swipes.
Getting up, I grabbed her hips and turned them to the side, hoisting one leg high over my shoulder. My cockhead nudgedher entrance, slick with her wetness. Her eyes, glazed with need, met mine. “I’m going to take you, mate,” I rumbled. “I’m going to show you what being claimed feels like.”
I pressed in slowly, the tight ring of her pussy stretching around my girth, inch by thick inch. Her eyes widened, breath hitching as she adjusted to the fullness. Zeth and Nick groaned as her fists clenched tighter around their shafts, veins bulging under her grip.
Seated to the hilt, her inner muscles fluttered around me, making it hard to stay still. Conrad's fangs sliced his wrist open, blood welling crimson. He smeared it over her toned ass, the red streaks glistening against her taut skin. Dipping his fingers into the flow at his wrist, he coated his cock in a thick layer before letting the cut knit itself shut.
