Baylin’s claws dig into my hips, breaking skin, holding me in place while he ruts into me. The sound of it is obscene. Wet and desperate, and primal. I’m in complete sensory overload. Feeling him all over me, around me, inside me, hearing us, smelling us…
I come without warning, my whole body seizing, clenching around his massive cock. He doesn’t slow down. Just keeps fucking me through it, drawing it out until I’m fucking screaming. It’s too much, too good, too intense, unreal.
From the bed, I hear Arkan groan. “Fuck, she’s beautiful.”
Baylin’s pace gets even more brutal. His knot is swelling…I can feel it at my entrance with each thrust, stretching me even wider. I feel like I’m gonna break, explode, evaporate into thin air.
“He’s going to knot you,” Callum purrs.
I can’t respond. Can’t form words. Can only take it as Baylin drives his knot deep and fuckinglocks.
The pressure is so intense. Impossible. His knot is massive, stretching me to my absolute limit, and I feel him flood me with his cum.
So much. Hot and thick and endless.
I’m sobbing from pleasure, overwhelm, and the intensity of being claimed by mythirdalpha.
Baylin is still inside me, still in wolf form. He shifts his weight, keeping me pinned exactly where and how he wants me.
Then I feel his teeth on my shoulder.
The bite comes before I can process what’s happening. This wild beast is gonna bite me! Sharp fangs sink into my flesh, deep enough tomark.
I scream, but it’s not just pain. It’s the bond…the third thread…blazing so bright I see white.
All three of them. I can feel all three of my alphas now. The bond’s complete, permanent, unbreakable.
Baylin releases my shoulder and licks the wound. Soothing it with his supernatural werewolf saliva.
Then he shifts.
I feel it happen…his body changing, shrinkingslightly, his cock jerking as he becomes human. His knot pulses and locks us together tighter.
“Ours,” he rasps in my ear. His voice is rougher than his brothers’, more gravelly. “Never letting you go. Our omega. Our mate. Ours.”
Muscular arms come around me, pulling me back against a broad chest even as his knot keeps us together. He’s still holding me down on the hide, still buried impossibly deep inside me.
“Mine,” he rasps again.
“Ours,” Callum and Arkan correct in unison. And I almost have enough energy to let out a breathless laugh.
Baylin grunts , but he doesn’t argue. He just nuzzles into my neck, right next to the bite mark he keeps coating with his healing saliva. Gotta love supernatural beings…
I’m still shaking. Crying. Beyond overwhelmed.
“I’ve got you,” Baylin murmurs, and despite his feral claiming, his voice sounds like a gentle rumble now. “You safe, little one. You’re ours now.”
The bonds are singing in my chest. All three threads bright and strong.
I’m theirs.
Completely, irrevocably theirs.
And I don’t want to go back. Don’t want to be alone. Don’t want to be the cold, bitter queen who only talks to magic objects.
I want this. Want them.
Want to be theirs.
