She does, screaming, her whole body convulsing. Her cunt and ass clenching down on us, and we both roar as we come, knots swelling, locking us inside her.
I feel Callum’s release shoot inside our omega, feel her body trying to accommodate both of our knots.
We collapse with me on my back, Hilda sprawled on my chest, Callum draped over her back. All three of us stuck together, breathing raggedly.
“Fuck,” Callum finally rasps.
“Yeah,” I croak out.
Hilda only makes a small, broken sound.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, stroking her sides.
“I can’t move,” she whispers. “Can’t think. Can’t…”
“Good.” I kiss her forehead, smiling. “Don’t need to think.”
She’s quiet for a moment, then: “The bond… it’s so strong.”
“It’ll get stronger,” Callum murmurs. “When Baylin claims you, when all three bonds are complete.”
A howl echoes through the castle. Even closer now. Right outside the chambers…
“Speaking of,” I say tiredly, smirking.
Five
Hilda
I’m tangled between Callum and Arkan on my bed, both of their knots finally softening, when I hear it.
A howl. Long, wild, feral.
So close it rattles the windows.
“He’s here,” Callum says, sounding far too satisfied about it.
My entire body tenses. I’m exhausted. Thoroughly claimed by two massive alphas. Filled with their cum. Marked with their bites and scratches. Barely able to think straight.
And there’s a third one coming. Oh, God…
“I can’t…” I start.
“You can,” Arkan murmurs against my neck, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss there. “You want it. I can feel it through our bond.”
He’s not wrong. Despite my exhaustion, despite being utterly wrecked, my omega ispurringwith anticipation. The bond in my chest is doing that expanding thing again, making room for the third thread.
Another howl, even closer. Something crashes in the hallway…sounds like a whole wall going down.
Then my chamber doors explode inward.
Not opened. Not kicked open.Explode. Wood splinters everywhere, hinges tearing free from the stone.
And through the destruction walks…no,stalks…the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen.
He’s massive. Bigger than any natural wolf. His gray fur is almost silver in the firelight. And across one eye, cutting through, is a vicious scar.
His terrifyingly beautiful eyes lock on me and hesnarls.
