Page 39 of Bound to Exiles (Rejected Wolf Pack #5)

As Flint continued to drive into me from behind, I found myself struck by the scene before me.

My alphas, so bound by tradition in many ways, were stepping completely outside the rigid pack hierarchy that had governed their lives.

In this moment, Zak wasn’t a beta submitting to alphas — he was a Bonded equal, bringing pleasure and proving his worth.

It reminded me of something I’d glimpsed in my dreams, a conversation with a white wolf whose blue eyes mirrored my own.

“Alphas commanding obedience through force… that’s not true leadership,” he had said.

“Odinswolves don’t recognize alphas and betas.

We see only equals, bound by choice rather than dominance. ”

The memory of Tor sent a strange shiver through me, like a premonition. Before I could examine it further, Flint changed his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“There,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “Right there.”

Flint growled his approval, maintaining the angle as he increased his pace. Through our link, I felt him fighting to hold back his release, waiting for me.

Across from us, Heath was rapidly approaching his peak. His muscles tensed as Zak pounded into him relentlessly, while Gage’s hand worked his length with firm, sure strokes.

“I’m close,” Heath warned, his voice breaking.

“And you, little spark?” Zak asked, his own voice breathless and tense.

“Me too,” I gasped.

Flint’s thrusts grew erratic as he neared his own release.

“Show us how good it feels, Freya,” Gage commanded, his grip tightening around Heath’s cock as he looked over at me. “Come for us.”

With a strangled cry, Heath came, his release spilling over Gage’s hand and onto his own stomach. Through our bond, I felt Gage’s immense delight as Heath’s seed coated his fingers — pride and long-denied desire all wrapped into one overwhelming emotion.

The intensity of Heath’s climax echoed through our link, driving me higher.

Flint’s mouth came down on Rowan’s bite mark on the nape of my neck, and my orgasm crashed through me.

My inner walls clenched around his length as waves of pleasure rode me.

Flint followed immediately, burying himself deep inside me as he came.

Through the haze of my release, I watched as Zak’s rhythm faltered, his control finally slipping. Somehow, he held it together, though. His eyes locked with Gage’s, seeking permission.

“Please,” Zak said, his voice strained as he continued thrusting into Heath. “May I come, alpha?”

Something dark and possessive flashed across Gage’s face. He reached down, scooping up some of Heath’s release from his stomach with two fingers.

“Clean this off first,” Gage growled, “and then you can come.”

Zak’s eyes widened, then darkened with hunger.

Without breaking his rhythm inside Heath, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Gage’s fingers.

The sight of him greedily licking up Heath’s release as Gage fed it to him sent another pulse of heat through me, making me clench around Flint’s cock.

Zak’s eyes burned into Gage’s as he sucked, his hips stuttering as his orgasm overtook him. He moaned around Gage’s fingers, his body shuddering as he came inside Heath.

For a moment, the tent was silent except for our collective heavy breathing. Flint carefully withdrew from me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“I’ll get something to clean us up,” he murmured, rising to his feet.

Zak eased out of Heath, who winced slightly before relaxing back onto the mattress.

As Zak disengaged from Heath, I felt Heath’s stunned pleasure rippling through our bond. He lay sprawled on the mattress, looking thoroughly debauched and utterly sated. I could tell he needed a moment to recover from the intensity of what had just happened.

I turned my attention to Gage, whose arousal still burned hot and unsatisfied through our mate bond. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, neglected during our play.

“You deserve to come, too, alpha,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

A predatory smile spread across Gage’s face. Before I could react, he circled around behind me. His fist tangled in my hair as he positioned me over Heath’s chest, where traces of his release still glistened.

“Finish cleaning him up,” Gage commanded, his voice rough with need. “Show him how good you are with that tongue.”

I moaned as Gage’s cock nudged against my entrance from behind.

I was still sensitive from Flint, but the thought of being used for Gage’s pleasure sent another flood of arousal through me.

I lowered my head, licking a stripe across Heath’s abs, tasting the salt of his release as Gage pushed into me with one powerful thrust.

“Fuck,” I gasped against Heath’s skin as Gage filled me completely.

Gage’s grip on my hair tightened as he set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me forward.

I continued lapping at Heath’s skin, feeling utterly wanton and used in the most delicious way.

Through our bond, I knew they could all feel how much I loved this — being taken roughly while servicing another of my mates.

“May I?” Zak’s voice came from beside us, surprisingly steady considering everything.

Gage grunted his assent, never breaking his rhythm. A moment later, I felt Zak’s hand slide beneath me, finding my clit. I gasped as heat radiated from his fingertips — not just body heat, but something more, something magical that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.

“Oh, moon goddess,” I moaned, my back arching as Zak’s magically warmed fingers circled my clit over and over.

Heath’s hands found my breasts, kneading them. The sensation of being touched by three of my mates at once was overwhelming — Gage’s powerful thrusts from behind, Zak’s magical touch between my legs, and Heath’s hands on my breasts.

The tent flap rustled as Flint returned. I looked up to see him standing frozen, watching us with hungry eyes, several damp cloths forgotten in his hands.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze raking over us.

Gage’s thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his release. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back.

“Come on my cock,” he growled in my ear. “Now.”

Between Zak’s magical fingers and Gage’s commanding voice, I had no choice but to obey. The climax tore through me, making my entire body tremble as I screamed out my release. My eyes locked with Flint’s as I came, my cry of pleasure filling the tent.

Gage followed immediately, his hips slamming against mine one final time as he buried himself deep inside me, his release hot and pulsing. The sensation of being filled once again triggered another wave of pleasure, leaving me trembling and spent.

I collapsed onto Heath’s chest, my limbs like jelly. Behind me, I felt Gage’s hands stroking down my back, soothing me as we both came down from our high.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Flint approached, handing one of the damp cloths to Zak, who began cleaning himself.

Flint then knelt beside Heath, gently wiping away the last traces of sweat and release from his skin.

The tender care in the gesture made my heart swell — this was what pack meant, all of us taking care of each other.

Flint passed Gage a warm, damp cloth. With unexpected gentleness, the pack alpha cleaned between my legs, his touch reverent. I felt so loved, so cherished in that moment, surrounded by my mates, their care for me evident in every touch.

Gage finally broke the silence. “That was…” he began, then seemed at a loss for words.

“Fucking incredible,” Heath finished for him, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and free. The tension that had been building since Zak’s arrival had finally broken, replaced by a new sense of harmony among us. Through our bond, I felt the others’ contentment mirroring my own as I curled up alongside Heath.

Zak rose to his feet to find Gage watching him with newfound respect.

“You belong with the Howling Echo,” Gage said, his voice gruff but not unkind. “You bring something unique to our pack.” He extended his wrist, showing the pack bite mark. “When you’re ready, I’ll give you the pack bite. Make you officially one of us.”

Something flickered across Zak’s face — uncertainty, maybe even fear. He glanced at me, then back to Gage.

“Not yet,” he said quietly. “I appreciate the offer, but I need to get reacquainted with my wolf first.”

Gage nodded. “Freya told us you might need our help.”

Zak’s shoulders tensed. “I’m not sure…” He swallowed hard. “I know it won’t be easy to shift again, but… I’d rather not try with an audience.”

I rose and moved to his side, taking his hand in mine. “Just call on us when you need us,” I offered. “I remember how hard it was to shift for the first time. Having my mates there eased my way.”

He gave me a small, sad smile. “This is different, Freya. The coven didn’t just discourage shifting — they abused me because of it.

My wolf has been caged for a very long time, and he’s learned that shifting in front of others invites punishment.

” He squeezed my hand. “I think I need to do this on my own terms.”

Gage nodded slowly. “Fair enough. But the offer stands when you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” Zak said, his voice sincere. He began collecting his clothes. “I should go. Let you all…” he gestured vaguely at the four of us, “have some time together.”

Before any of us could protest, he was slipping out of the tent, leaving us in a stunned silence.

“Well,” Heath said after a moment, “that was unexpected.”

Gage snorted. “Which part? The mind-blowing sex or him turning down the pack bite?”

“Both,” Heath admitted. He looked at Flint. “What do you think?”

Flint was quiet for a moment, his expression thoughtful .

“I think he hides his pain from the bond,” he finally said. “And I think we need to give him space to work through it until he’s ready for our help.”

I nodded, my heart aching for Zak. Memories from our shared dreams returned to me, and I remembered the sense of isolation, the rejection, his constant struggle to suppress a fundamental part of himself. No wonder he was hesitant to embrace his wolf nature now.

“He’ll find that missing piece of himself again,” I said, trying to convince myself as much as the others. “He just needs time.”

“Come here, little wolf,” Heath held his arms open, and I slid back down on the mattress to cuddle him once more. Flint came around to spoon me from behind, and Gage settled in on Heath’s other side.

“He’s opening up to you at last,” I told Heath.

“I was shocked,” Heath laughed inside my mind.

Externally, however, only his lips curled up.

As my mates settled around me, their warmth and presence comforting, part of me still felt unsatisfied.

I reached out through our Bonded link, sending a pulse of love toward Rowan. His response came back immediately — warm affection tinged with his own longing to be with us.

“Soon, lightning bolt,” his mental voice promised.

I couldn’t wait for the day when all my mates surrounded me like this. Which meant I needed to try harder to reach Tor through my dreams again.