A calm strength washes over me as I feel him—every part of him. The blend of West and Jake, thrumming inside of me, is better than sex. Because it’s their feelings and emotions, poured into everything.
My fingers curl around his upper arms as I straighten, and he watches me, his lips parted slightly. “I’m glad it’s you,” he says, and I can feel the emotion in his words. A shiver runs down my spine.
“Me too,” I reply.
“My turn, sweetheart,” Xayden says, twisting me away from Jake as if I’m his favorite toy and it’s his turn to play. I laugh as he takes my hands and places them on his already bare chest, then traces his finger over the spot he wants me to bite. “Right here,” he commands quietly, “make me feel every bit.”
I do as he says, and he growls, the rumble sinking into me the same second his emotions wash over me. Possessive and intense. A side of Xayden that he hides from the world. But he won’t be able to hide from me ever again. My lips trail over the crescent mark on his neck. My heart races with every ounce of emotion he hid behind his jokes.
My knees go weak, and he holds me up effortlessly. “Mmmm, too intense for you?” he murmurs, his lips brushing the top of my head. “Just wait until you wear my mark. I’ll make you come with just a look and a thought.”
I choke out a laugh—it sounds almost like a joke, but I feel the promise beneath his words. My body knows he’s right.
“Your pheromones are telling me that even without my mark, you’re ready for more. So you should claim our fearless leader before you beg for my knot.”
He turns me in his arms, so I’m facing Todd, who has also shed his shirt. Xayden holds me upright, his hard length pressing against my ass in a way that distracts and excites me all at once. Then Todd joins in, gently sandwiching me between them. He brushes my hair aside from the side of my face, his eyes glowing with something fierce and tender—love, unmistakably.
I blink back my emotions as he trails his fingers down my cheek. “This is forever, Ash,” he murmurs.
Forever.
The word hangs in the air—a sweet promise after everything we’ve been through, a vow I intend to make him, make all of them, keep.
My gaze drops to where I can see his pulse pounding beneath his skin, then I lift my eyes back to his, my teeth gently holding my lower lip.
“No more choosing,” I say.
“No more choosing,” he agrees, “because I will always choose you.”
Emotion lodges in my throat, and I swallow hard. It’s happening—I’m doing this. The mark on his neck will bind all of them to me.
I press a kiss to his collarbone, my fingers smoothing over his chest as they climb up to grip his shoulders. He arches his neck, giving me full access. I teasingly graze my teeth over his pulse point, and he groans.
I do it a second time, and his hips press into me, his full length radiating heat through his jeans. Slick gathers between my legs, and I’d be surprised if my thighs aren’t damp with it. I feel lightheaded as I sink my teeth into him, marking him. The connection snaps into place—fire blazing through my veins. It’s as if my body knows that the four of them are my pack, that having them, our scents now intertwined by my mark, is what I’ve craved all this time.
The rush of their emotions—lust, desire, love, need, possession—it does the impossible, sending an orgasm crashing over me. I’m shaking and needy, my nipples hard, my folds saturated, my breath coming out in pants, as every single thought scatters on the wind. Instinct takes over.
CHAPTER 48
West
Every atomin my body is screaming that Ashlyn is going into heat. Between the scent of her perfume calling to me like a siren’s song, making me hard as a rock in my jeans with that alone, and the way her hands are roaming my exposed chest like she’s a cat that needs attention—there is no doubt.
And this time, I’m not walking away. I’m not shutting her out because I’m blaming her for things that aren’t true. God, if only I could go back to that night and do it differently. Maybe that would have changed everything.
I capture her hands, and she pouts up at me, using her body instead to cause friction between us. “West,” she breathes, and in that single word I know she’s at the edge of it, and my body is answering.
My balls tighten, my dick strains, and I don’t give a fuck that my pack mates are in the room watching us. Fuck, they are probably wishing it were them she was touching. They are barely holding themselves back. I reach down to the bottom of her pj top and lift it off, tossing it to the side. Her nipples are already hard, her skin flushed.
She shoves her shorts off her hips and kicks them to the side. She’s completely naked in front of me, and my brain malfunctions. A switch is flipped, and I need to knot her like I need air.
The second my length springs free of its confines, her fingers wrap around me, making me see stars. My pulse pounds so hard I’m surprised my heart hasn’t relocated to my dick. I walk her back, into the full-length window, the clear night sky in full view behind her.
We kiss mindlessly, as I lift her in my arms and pin her between my body and the glass. My fingers work between her folds, finding her swollen clit. She’s so wet. So fucking wet. And I thought she had been wet the night in the club, that’s nothing compared to this.
She whimpers out a moan, and that’s all I need to position myself at her entrance and press into her. A growl flows from my chest, a need to possess her in every way urging me to slam into her, but I hold back. My ass clenches as she wraps around me, almost sucking me into her warmth.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
