Page 33 of Bound to Exiles (Rejected Wolf Pack #5)

Those words had me imagining how different it would be to fuck Heath compared to Freya.

Some part of me always held back a little bit with her, afraid of overdoing it.

That had started back when I realized she couldn’t shift.

Seeing her unconscious for days, brought low by Nira’s poisoned blade, had also terrified me, and not a day went by that I wasn’t grateful she had pulled through.

It meant I was careful with her. More careful than I needed to be, probably, and Freya would probably protest if she knew.

With Heath, though? The harder I thrust into his throat, the more pleasure flooded the bond. I imagined fighting him for dominance to do what he’d hinted he desired so much. What would it be like to have my way with him at last, pinning him down and sliding my hard cock into his tight ass?

Somehow he managed to keep fingering Freya while I wildly fucked his throat through my fantasy. Her pleasure amplified ours even more, bringing Heath back to life. Without being able to see his erection, I still sensed it through the bond, feeling him rallying with alpha stamina.

“He’s already hard again,” I told Freya.

That got her excited, and she stared down at my cock as it disappeared into Heath’s mouth again and again.

“Please, alpha,” Freya moaned. “Come for us. Fill his mouth.”

Heath’s throat worked around me, and I came with a roar.

As my ecstasy ripped through the bond, Freya came with me, her desperate cries enhancing the moment.

Heath swallowed around me, increasing my pleasure so much that my hand fell away from his head, and I jolted with the powerful aftershocks of my release.

Heath surged up from his knees to kiss me. The taste of myself on his tongue should have been strange, but instead it was incredibly erotic. I wanted to devour him and never let him go.

When he pulled back, his lips were swollen and red. I’d never seen anything sexier.

He fisted himself and promised, “Next time, I’m going to tease you until you take what you want. No more hiding from your secret desires.”

A shiver ran through me at his words, and I answered with a threat of my own. “Next time, I’m going to bend you over and make you beg for my cock.”

Heath moaned, and I stared down at his hard length, wondering if I had the balls to do for him what he’d just done for me. I doubted I could make it anywhere near as good for him.

“Need help with that?” Freya teased when Heath stroked himself.

Heath stepped closer and said, “You have Gage’s scent, now let me give you mine.”

Freya started to sit up, but I pushed her back down, gesturing for Heath to come forward.

He stroked himself faster and faster. “Let me paint my mark with my scent.”

“Yes.” Freya smiled. “And we’ll watch.”

His other hand flew up to fall on my shoulder. For some reason it felt good to lend Heath my strength as his knees went weak. Watching his expression, I slowly reached out a hand, tentatively sliding my hand up the inside of his thigh.

“Yes, please, alpha,” he moaned, and I took the encouragement to cup his balls, eliciting an even louder moan from him.

I thought about what I liked when touching myself and then tried to do that to Heath. His eyes snapped open, meeting mine as Freya smiled, her eyes heavy lidded as she watched.

Then I moved my hand up, putting it over his as he jerked himself off. His mouth instantly fell open in the most sexy O face, and he exploded at last. Pearls of his release landed on Freya’s perfect breasts, and a long rope of cum shot to where he’d bitten and claimed her.

I released him and he leaned forward to kiss Freya. His hand came down and massaged his release into his bite mark on her breast, making her moan into his mouth.

When they broke the kiss, Freya pulled back and licked her lips.

“My beautiful alphas,” she said, grabbing our hands to pull us down on either side of her. “We have all the time in the world to explore.”

And in that moment of calm contentment, I realized I’d left my mental curtains wide open for all our Bonded to see.

With heat rising in my cheeks, I gingerly closed my curtains once more and desperately hoped that Zak had done the same trick as before to keep Rowan and Flint clear-headed through all of that.

Through the bond, I sensed Rowan out in the wildlands even though it wasn’t his turn to patrol.

Flint and Zak were both in tents somewhere nearby, though I sensed neither was asleep.

“Sorry for the peepshow,” I told Flint.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” he answered immediately. “We all like to see Freya well cared for, you know that. Enjoy the puppy pile.”

I smiled, thanking the stars for bringing our pack together.

Heath tidied up and disappeared outside, still in the nude. He returned with some damp cloths. His attentiveness as he gently attended to our mate made me admire him all the more. I’d never expected to see this caring side of him, playboy that he was.

When he’d talked about us having variety, it had opened up a fear in me that Heath would eventually want others outside of the Howling Echo. And then Zak had come along and played right into that fear. But Heath’s devotion to the pack, to Freya, and to me remained rock-solid.

If I pulled the mage into the pack…

My wolf instantly perked up at that thought. What would it be like for all of us to be together? For us to focus on pleasing Freya by pleasing each other?

As Heath and I curled around Freya, trading lazy kisses and gentle touches, I felt something settle into place. Whatever this was between us — this complex tangle of dominance and submission, affection and trust — we would figure it out together.

And just as Freya could love all of us, I knew Heath’s heart was big enough to hold multiple loves, too.

The thought that what was between us might eventually grow into love should have scared me, but instead, it comforted me.

It felt natural. Heath had always been there for me, and he always would be.

I reached across Freya to trace the stubble of Heath’s jaw, and his eyes met mine with wonder. None of us spoke, and I poured my unspoken feelings across the bond. I might not be able to give voice to them yet, but Heath’s eyes widened, a smile stealing across his face.

Freya let out a contented sigh, and we all snuggled closer. Just as I was about to drift into sleep, Freya’s voice pulled me back from the edge.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Freya whispered.

Mentally, her words echoed through the Bonded link to reach Rowan, Flint, and Zak at the same time.

“Something I’ve been meaning to tell all of you.”

“No more secrets, princess,” I reminded her, instantly alert and pulling the others into the conversation.

Everyone’s awareness sharpened through the bond, and I felt the others set aside what they were doing to listen in.

She nodded, but I sensed her anxiety beneath it. “I know.”

Her eyes searched my face as her next words rocked me to my core.

“I met my sixth mate last night. His name’s Torsten, but he goes by Tor. He’s an Odinswolf, and we figured out how to meet in our dreams.”

As I gaped in surprise, Heath kissed along her collarbone, where only five runes marked her soft skin.

“But you haven’t made him your Bonded yet, pretty little wolf?”

She shook her head. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Where is he now?” Zak asked through the bond. I sensed him alone in his tent.

“He’s up near Snow Moon packlands now, and made it sound like it would be tricky to get here.”

“Nothing’s keeping us here, princess,” I told her .

“But… the rest of the pack. We can’t risk putting them in danger.”

“Then we go without them,” Rowan growled, irritated that she didn’t believe we would drop everything to do what would make her happiest.

“We can give Moonblessed the heads up and have them keep an eye out while we’re gone,” Flint suggested.

I nodded, pushing my assent into the bond.

Her eyes lit up as joy filled the bond. “You would go in search of him?”

I opened my mental curtains wide and let them all feel my love for Freya.

“For you? Anything.”