Slowly, excruciatingly so, he dragged his palm upward, following the curve of my calf, the hollow behind my knee, the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My breath caught as his fingers reached the juncture where my leg met my hip, tracing the crease there with maddening precision before trailing over and down, playing at the very edges of my most intimate place without quite touching where I had begun to ache for contact.
"So responsive," he murmured, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it. "You’re trembling, Lucy.”
And Iwastrembling, I realized—fine shivers running through my entire body, not from cold but from anticipation, from being the focus of so much concentrated sexual need.
Kane appeared on my right side, his hand finding my hip, thumb stroking small circles against my skin. At the same time, Fallon positioned himself behind me, his chest replacing Xander's against my back as the latter moved to kneel beside the bed, his face level with my breasts.
Nitro remained between my legs, his hands now on my thighs, thumbs pressing gently to urge them wider apart. I complied without thought, opening myself further to their gaze, their touch.
Five sets of hands on my body, each finding a different place to explore. Fallon's fingers trailed along my shoulders and down my arms, while his lips pressed against the nape of my neck, breathing me in. Kane's palm slid upward to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in a touch so gentle it was almost reverential. Asher continued his teasing exploration of my thighs and lower belly, careful to avoid direct contact with the place that wept for any of them to touch me and put me out of my misery. Xander lifted higher on his knees, his hands framed my face, tilting it to the side so he could claim mymouth in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left. And Nitro watched, still rooted to the mattress between my legs as his brothers’ hands claimed purchase. His eyes tracked every response, every shiver, every small sound that escaped me.
"Let us lead, Lucy," Fallon murmured, pressing his face into my neck and breathing deeply. "Let us show you how cherished you are."
Time seemed to stretch and compress around us. Minutes might have passed, or hours—I couldn't tell anymore. All I knew was the sensation of their hands, their mouths, learning every inch of my body with painstaking care. They took turns kissing me, and each touch of their mouths to mine was slightly different. No two the same. Xander controlled but deep, Asher playful and nipping, Fallon thorough and precise, Kane surprisingly tender, Nitro devouring like he’d end the world just to have me.
They worked in tandem, as though they'd practiced this dance a thousand times, moving me gently between them so that every part of me received attention. It all happened so fast. So many sensations. So much to feel and enjoy.
Eventually, I found myself laid back against the pillows, no wonderful body propping me up, but a pillow instead cushioning my lower body so my hips raised higher. My legs were wider than ever, parted so my tender places were on full display. Nitro's mouth replaced his hands, his tongue tasting my slick with a groan that vibrated through my core. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, building higher and higher until I shattered with a cry that echoed off the walls.If that was satisfaction… If that was release… Then I wanted more. And I wanted it now.
I didn’t have to ask. They weren't finished—not nearly. As I lay panting, trying to gather my scattered thoughts, Nitro rose up, leaning over my body, taking my right wrist in his hand. Hiseyes locked with mine, seeking permission one final time. For what? My brain was muddled. Waves of pleasure still pulsing.
But my Omega nature knew. What was next. What was most needed in this moment.
To be marked.
"Yes," I whispered.Yes, I thought.This is what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve always needed. Love. Acceptance. Commitment. Something that can’t be given away by signatures on a slip of paper.
Nitro lifted my wrist to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my pulse point before opening his jaws. The bite was sharp, quick—pain blooming into pleasure as his teeth broke the skin just enough to leave his mark. My body arched off the bed, not in protest but in welcome, a surge of hormones rushing through my system as the biological bond began to form.
"Mine," Nitro growled against my skin, licking across the teeth marks to soothe them.
Before I could catch my breath, Asher was there, taking my left wrist in a mirror of Nitro's actions. His bite was playful even in its intensity, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he too marked me as his. And it was pain, yes, but it was also a drug-like high that flushed through me as thoroughly as a shot of morphine.
Xander moved to one side of my neck, while Fallon took position on the other. They bit in perfect unison—Xander's teeth finding the sensitive junction where neck meets shoulder, Fallon's slightly higher, just beneath my ear. Both mouths near to the glands, both desperate to solidify a link we all needed. The dual claiming sent a fresh wave of pleasure-pain through me, drawing a sound from my throat that was half-sob, half-moan.
Kane was the last, positioning himself above my right breast. His eyes held mine as he lowered his head, licking the tender skin before sinking teeth into my flesh to leave his mark. Helingered, unlike the others. He kept his teeth clamped down far longer than necessary, before pulling slightly away, planting a kiss, and trailing his lips down to curve around my nipple. He sucked firmly, working my other breast with his large, calloused hand. When a different hand’s fingers slid up the line of my slicked womanhood, I gasped, clutching at Kane’s shoulders.
Too much to feel.
Too much to absorb.
I could feel them, deliciously in my mind, hovering at the corners. Our pack would never be severed.
Five marks. Five claims. Five bonds still forming simultaneously, rushing through every part of me, tying me to these men in ways that transcended physical cravings. I could feel it happening. It was a chemical, biological shift as my body recognized its Alphas, as their scents became permanently imprinted on my consciousness. I was theirs now. And they were mine. Bound together in a circle of protection and possession that nothing would ever,everbreak.
Suddenly, the men moved away. For a heartbeat, they didn’t touch me. And my chest tightened and my body screamed for them.
But they’d only moved to make way.
So, Xander could approach without barrier. So, Xander could claim my body with more than just his teeth. Would it hurt? Would it be wonderful?
It would be everything.
This love was all consuming.
This love was forever.
This love would never abandon me in sickness; this love would rejoice in my health.
