“Men,” he says, already gathering Anya closer. “At least five, maybe more. Coming this way, and they don’t smell friendly.”
My knot is still firmly lodged in Anya’s pussy.
“Hold on,” I tell Anya, sliding my arms beneath her. In one smooth motion, I lift her, my knot still buried deep inside her, and rise to my feet. She squeals in surprise, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist, her arms around my neck.
“We’ll meet at the house. I’ll clear the path for you,” growls Ryker before shifting into his wolf form.
He takes off at a run, his massive form disappearing into the trees. I adjust my grip on Anya, making sure my knot isn’t causing her any discomfort, then follow, moving as quickly as I dare with our bodies still joined.
The sensation of running with my cock inside her, my knot stretching her open with each jolting step, is indescribable. Her pussy clenches around me, her inner walls rippling asshe’s jostled, and I have to grit my teeth against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice strained as I leap over a fallen log.
She nods against my neck, her breath hot against my skin. “Yes. Yes…I’m okay.”
I tighten my arms around her, holding her secure against my chest as we race through the forest toward home, toward safety. Behind us, the sound of angry voices grows louder, but we’re already pulling ahead, the distance between us and our pursuers increasing with each powerful stride.
She’s mine. She’s ours.
And I’ll die before I let anyone take her from us again.
Twenty-Three
ANYA
Rex’s big cock bounces inside me with each powerful stride as he carries me through the forest, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, my face buried against his muscular chest. The sensation of his thick shaft sliding back and forth inside my slick pussy, the swollen base of his knot stretching me open with each jolting step, is amazing.
“Oh god,” I whimper against his skin, my arms locked around his neck. “It feels so good.”
His chest rumbles with a low chuckle. “Enjoy it while you can, baby. Because once my knot goes down, someone else is going to fuck you again. And again. And again.”
The promise makes my pussy clench around him, as my slick seeps down between us. Even with the threat of pursuers behind us, I can’t help feeling horny again. The five claiming marks on my body pulse with warmth, a constant reminder that I belong to them now.
Maybe asking all of them at once for the mark was a big mistake because the pain was blinding, but I’m glad I got it over with. The best part is that they’re permanently minenow. Five men all to myself, and it’s still so freaking unbelievable.
And I’m theirs.
“Hold tight,” Rex murmurs, his pace increasing as the trees begin to thin. “We’re almost home.”
Home. The word sends a rush of warmth through my chest.
The trees part suddenly, revealing the sprawling mansion. Lights blaze from every window, illuminating the wide stone patio and the infinity pool that seems to merge with the night sky. Rex bounds up the steps to the patio, his powerful legs eating up the distance with impressive speed.
The tatters of my wedding dress fly around us, providing at least some modesty, but I’m still essentially naked from the waist down, my legs spread wide around Rex’s hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.
“Clear,” calls a deep voice from somewhere ahead of us. “Get her inside. Now.”
I crack open one eye to see Alaric standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the light from within. He steps aside as Rex carries me through, my face burning with embarrassment despite the situation.
“Where’s Ryker?” Rex asks, his breathing only slightly labored despite running while carrying me, plus the extra weight of his knot inside me.
“Perimeter check,” Alaric replies, his eyes darkening as they land on where Rex and I are joined. “With Marcus. They’ll secure the grounds and make sure no one follows us.”
“Good,” Rex nods, adjusting his grip on my ass. “I’m taking her to the nest.”
“The nest?” I ask, my voice muffled against his chest. “What nest? I’m not a bird.”
Alaric smiles, the expression softening his normally serious face. “You’ll see.”
