Figuratively, in a life without hope.
Lucy's eyes found mine as I pulled back from the kiss, her pupils dilated until only thin rings of greenish gold remained. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her skin flushing even redder across her cheeks, her neck, her chest. She was magnificent—a porcelain doll with steel in her spine, a medical miracle with defiance in her eyes.
"Ready for something different, princess?" I murmured against her lips, nipping at the lower one hard enough to draw a gasp from her throat.
She nodded, her fingers digging into my shoulders with surprising strength for hands that had spent most of their life too weak to grip a pencil. "Yes," she breathed, the single syllable loaded with desire that matched my own. “But don’t call me princess. I’ve never been that.”
I pulled away, gaze colliding with hers. The flash of hurt made my heart feel volcanic, like it might melt in my chest.
“You’re our princess,” I growled angrily, my rage directed at all the unseen forces that made her feel like anything other than goddamn royalty.
She bit her lip.
That beautiful mouth trapped between pearly teeth.
I positioned myself between her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her core against my skin. She was still slick with her own arousal and Xander's release. I traced two fingers up her folds. The velvety dampness of it unlocked something ancient in my blood. This was pack. This was belonging. This was completion. I brought those fingers to my mouth, pushing them between my lips and groaning as the taste of her hit my senses.
So. Damn. Sweet.
Around us, my brothers had shifted their positions, making room for me while maintaining contact with Lucy's body. Kane stroked her thigh, his rough palm dragging along the sensitive skin of her inner leg. Nitro had one hand cupped around her breast, thumb circling the already tightened nipple. Fallon cradled her head now, his elegant fingers massaging her scalp with hypnotic precision. And Xander watched from the side, his dark eyes tracking every movement, every reaction. They’d lost some of the coordinated discipline we’d maintained while Xander claimed our Omega. Now they moved naturally, traveling wherever impulse and need took them.
Again, I dipped fingertips inside her, this time finding her heated opening. I pushed in gently, one finger, then two fingers. I probed deeper, feeling the glorious, slicked texture of her channel. She writhed against me as I used my pinkie to explore her backdoor, swirling around that tight entrance with deliberate pressure. I glanced over as a hand pushed into my sightline. Fallon joined me, tracing circles over Lucy’s clit.
The scream she loosed rattled the windows. Her Omega perfume clouded the air so heavily that one inhalation made me high as a damn kite. Fallon pulled his hand away, his finger instead going to wrap around his engorged cock. I didn’t look to see what my other pack brothers were doing.
All I cared about was her. About feeling her fully for myself.
I didn't enter Lucy slowly. There was no gradual claiming, no gentle introduction. When I thrust into her, it was with savage abandon, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion that pulled a strangled cry from her throat. Her body arched beneath me, her inner muscles clenching around my cock in a grip that nearly ended things before they'd properly begun.
"Fuck," I hissed, holding still for a moment to regain control. "So perfect. So, fucking perfect."
Her answering smile was dazed but challenging—that spark of defiance I loved flickering to life even as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. I withdrew almost completely before driving in again, establishing a rhythm that matched the thunder of my heartbeat. Each thrust was a declaration, a promise, a threat to anyone who might try to take her from us.
While I slammed into her, I reached down, gathering her slick on my fingertips. I leaned over, offering her my hand. She looked up at me, fluttering lashes, then she parted her lips. I pushed my fingers into her mouth, groaning as she sucked enthusiastically, cleaning my fingers thoroughly. I maintained eye contact as I once again coated my fingers in her juices. Then I tasted her once more, licking my fingers and ramming into her wondrous body.
Lucy's hands roamed my back, her nails digging crescents into my skin that I hoped would scar—permanent reminders of this night, of her claiming me as thoroughly as I claimed her. Her legs lifted to wrap around my waist, ankles crossing at the small of my back, pulling me deeper with each rolling thrust.
“Fuck,” I moaned as she matched my rhythm, her hips rising to meet mine with increasing urgency. “I’m going to lose it.”
Her eyes narrowed, her mouth lifting in a slight smile. She clawed harder down my back.
As I neared climax, I became aware of the others again. Their attentions were unfaltering as they amplified Lucy’s pleasure.Fallon bent to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as I drove into her relentlessly. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that he was blocking my view of her. I pushed him out of my way. He rocked back on his heels, only put off for a split second before he found another part of Lucy to worship. Kane's fingers moved to her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced precision. Nitro and Xander moved to her breasts, their mouths closing over her nipples with gentle suction that made her inner muscles clench around me. Pulsing. Milking. Working me towards that final goal.
The way she responded to our collective touch, so damn sensitive, fueled the hungry, desirous beast inside me. My pace increased, each plunge more demanding than the last. The sound of our bodies slamming together filled the room.
It was music.
Breathless moans.
Needful growling.
Whimpers an gasps.
I shifted my angle slightly, searching for that spot inside her that would push her over the edge. I knew I'd found it when her entire body went rigid beneath me, her eyes flying open in surprise as a new kind of pleasure crashed through her.
"There it is," I murmured, maintaining the angle with ruthless precision. "Come on, Lucy. Let me feel you shatter."
Her second release, when it came, seemed to light up the room. I could almost see the aura around her. Orange-red. Bright. Flames only we two could see. Her inner walls squeezed my dick, flooding my senses and stealing my breath. She covered her mouth to muffle her scream. Kane grabbed her wrist, releasing the sound, letting it echo off the ceiling.
