Theo makes a choked sound. "Claimed? You mean..."
"I mean bond marks." I step closer, needing them to understand. "I want everyone to know I belong to you. And I want to know you belong to me."
Dameon growls low in his throat. He takes a step toward me, but stops, looking at me like he's waiting for permission.
I smile. "You don't have to wait anymore. I'm yours."
Reid closes the distance first, grabbing my face in his hands. Thumbs trace my cheekbones. His hands shake. "Are you sure, Zora? Once we do this, there's no going back. The bond is forever."
I cover his hands with mine. "I've never been more sure of anything. I spent my whole life looking for a home. You four have been my home since we were kids."
Reid crashes his mouth down on mine. Not gentle. A desperate, starving kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. The other three move in around us; their warmth surrounds me.
I break the kiss and look at them. "Take my clothes off. I want to feel every inch of you."
Reid moves first. His fingers brush my waist as he finds the hem of my t-shirt. He lifts it, the soft cotton sliding up my torso, cool air rushing in to replace the warmth of the fabric. He pulls it over my head and drops it.
Dameon is already at my feet. He unbuttons my jeans, his hands hot on my hips as he drags the denim down. He takes my underwear with it. After he tugs off my tennis shoes and socks; my bare feet sink into the cream rug and step out of the pool of my clothes.
They quickly strip. Reid yanks his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Dameon kicks his heavy work boots off, the thud vibrating through the floor. Micah and Theo shed their jeans and shirts in a blur of motion until we're all bare.
I stand in the center of the rug, looking at them. They're beautiful in the dim light, their bodies maps of muscle and fair skin. Reid reaches for me, but I step back, shaking my head. I push him toward the edge of the desk. "Sit. I want to taste all of you first."
Reid sits back against the heavy wood, spreading his legs. Micah leans against the side of the desk next to him.
I drop to my knees; the rug is soft under my skin. I crawl forward, moving between Reid’s thighs. Their alpha musk fills the air, thick and intoxicating. I wrap my hand around Reid’s length. He’s hard, leaking pre-come. I run my thumb over the head, spreading the slickness.
Reid hisses, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. "Zora..."
I take him into my mouth, sliding down as deep as I can. I find a rhythm, swirling my tongue and humming against him. I reach out with my free hand and find Micah’s cock. He’s just as hard. I stroke him in time with the suction I'm giving Reid.
Micah groans, his hips snapping forward. "Yes, that feels so good."
I pull off Reid with a wet pop and turn my attention to Micah, licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft before taking him in. I switch back and forth, leaving them both slick and gasping.
I turn on my knees to face Dameon and Theo. They tower over me, blocking out the dim light of the lamp. I reach for Dameon, running my palm over the thick vein on the underside of his length. I lean forward and kiss the head, tasting the spice of him before sliding him into my mouth.
Theo crowds my space, his thigh brushing against my cheek. I reach for him, my fingers wrapping around his length. He feels silky smooth. I pull off Dameon and turn to Theo, taking him deep. He groans, his hands tangling in my hair.
Dameon growls, his hand gripping my shoulder. "That’s enough. I can't watch this anymore without someone being inside you."
I look up at them, hunger clawing at my gut. "Then fill me. I want all of you." I glance over at the desk where I dropped my bag earlier. "I've got lube in my purse."
Dameon reaches for the leather bag, his large hand dwarfing the strap as he pulls out the bottle. He hands it to Reid while Micah moves to the center of the rug and lies flat on his back.
I crawl over Micah, straddling his hips so I'm facing him. He guides his cock to my entrance, and I ease down. I gasp, my pussy stretching to accommodate the peppermint-scented heat of him. I take him to his knot.
Reid moves into place behind me, settling between my splayed feet. I hear the click of the bottle and the wet sound of the lube as he coats his fingers. He presses his slicked tips against my back entrance. He pushes one finger in, then two, working me with a steady rhythm that has my hips rolling into his hand as I chase the friction. He uses his other hand to hold my hip, his thumb digging in as he continues to finger me until I'm loose enough to take him.
"Just breathe, Zo."
I lean forward, resting my hands on Micah’s chest for balance. Reid eases his cock into me. The double pressure is immense, a total fullness that leaves no room for anything but them. I cry out, my head tossing back as I take them both, sandwiched between their bodies.
Micah drives up into me while Reid stretches me from behind. They move like a machine, slick with sweat as they work together. I'm drowning in sensations. Every thrust pushes me higher, the intense friction turning into a white-hot pleasure centering deep in my belly.
Dameon kneels at my right side, his eyes dark and focused. He leans in and takes my right breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple. He moves up, his cinnamon scent overwhelming as he licks and kisses a path along my neck.
Theo moves to my left. He follows Dameon's lead, his hands roaming over my skin as he licks the curve of my left breastbefore moving to the left side of my throat. I'm surrounded by them; their bodies a wall of heat.
