She moans in response, out of her mind with need. But my alpha doesn’t care. She’s my mate. And she’s going to tell me. She angles her body, attempting to take me deeper, and my fingers grip her hips to stop her.
“West,” she begs.
I love it. Her pupils are blown wide. Her mouth swollen from our kisses. Small little pants lifting her breasts, brushing her tight nipples over my chest. She darts her pink tongue out over her lips as she flexes her inner muscles around my length. I groan, and she does it again.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling to her shoulder. My whole body is shaking with the need to knot her. But I have to hear her say it. “Tell me,” I demand.
“Claim me,” she cries out, her head dropping back against the glass.
It’s what I want to hear. I thrust into her. Riding her into the window for anyone that could be watching. Her slick makes it effortless; my knot bumps against her slipping further and further in each time. And her fucking muscles grip me like my dick belongs to her. It does. It always has.
Her moans fill the hotel room, each sound igniting the surge of my rut. I sense my pack mates drawing near as I lose all control, surrendering to a primal need that defies reason. I impale her on my throbbing length, my knot locking inside her as I come in an explosive rush—a desperate, animalistic claim to create new life. Without hesitation, I sink my teeth into her skin, marking her just like she marked me.
The instant my bite connects, an electrifying bond snaps into place. I feel every shudder of her muscles, every minute ripple of sensation mirroring my own overwhelming desire. In this state of rut, my world narrows to pure instinct and unbridled passion.
“Mine,” I growl, the sound raw and more beast than man. Sharing is the furthest thing from my mind now. I lift my head and bare my teeth at Jake. He raises his hands in a placating gesture, but another low, primal growl escapes me.
“Easy, man. Maybe we should move this to the nest. Ash would like her nest,” he says.
Some part of me recognizes that he’s right, but I’m not letting her go. I heft her up against my body, every step down the short, dim hallway intensifying the wild pulse of my rut. Her heated moans and trembling body cling to me—a constant reminder of the raw, unyielding need surging through every fiber of my being. The plush nest awaits just beyond a single, downward step—a sanctuary of soft cushions that promises to cradle our untamed passion.
I lower her carefully onto the velvety expanse, even as my knot remains locked within her, a living testament to our connection. Every movement sends shivers of delight through us both; I feel her heat, her every tremor echoing the animalistic drive that has me in thrall.
Behind me, my pack follows. Jake trails with a measured pace and watchful eyes—a silent anchor amid the storm of raw desire. In stark contrast, Todd and Xayden are riding the same feral wave I am, their bodies and minds overwhelmed by their own ruts. I can see it in their eyes. The way they gleam with untamed hunger, each step charged with primal intent.
And part of me wants them to satisfy Ash, too, while a bigger part still wants her for myself.
I press her into the cushions, and she moans, her eyes fluttering shut as she arches into me.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The single thought thrums inside of me with each tiny thrust. Still my knot starts to loosen, a byproduct of her heat. My body knows she needs more than what only I can give her. She needs all of us.
I press one last kiss to her lips, before I pull out of her and collapse onto the cushions next to her. She trails her fingers over my bicep, but then she turns her attention to Xayden and Todd.
CHAPTER 49
Xayden
I'm not joking tonight.Normally, I'm the one who cracks a joke no matter what, but right now, I'm in a full-blown rut. Every part of me is focused on claiming her—on owning her completely. I can barely think straight; all I feel is this raw need that pushes me to take control, to push her to her limits without holding anything back.
West rolls away, and I drop to my knees next to her. She watches, her eyes hooded. I spread her legs, my gaze dipping down to her slick-coated folds. West’s cum seeps out of her, and I reach down, pushing it back in. She moans and lifts her hips.
Who am I to deny the silent plea? I bury my head between her legs, spreading her wider, and sealing my mouth onto her sex. I lick her until she squirms beneath me, nipping at her clit, tonguing her hole, and pushing her toward an orgasm.
Todd drops down on her other side, capturing her moans with his kisses. We are both goners.
I can’t get enough of her sweet taste. A growl rumbles from my throat, and she arches into my mouth, moaning loudly as Todd kisses down her neck.
The only thing on my mind is possession, overriding any thought that isn’t about claiming her, ensuring she knows who she belongs to.
“This sweet pussy is ours, sweetheart, no one else's,” I tell her, sucking her inner thigh and pressing two fingers into her, curling them into her g-spot until she whimpers. I press my hips into the mattress, finding the friction I need, or at least a version of it.
“Yours,” she agrees on a broken cry that makes a feral smile pull at my lips.
