Page 69 of Bound to Exiles (Rejected Wolf Pack #5)
Freya
Rowan’s touch left trails of heat on my skin. I leaned into him, savoring the solid warmth of his body against mine. After everything we’d been through with the battle and our wolves’ primal need for the hunt, my nerves felt hypersensitive to every touch.
As Heath and Gage disappeared into the other room, Zak shifted uncomfortably beside me. His dark eyes met mine, uncertainty flickering in their depths.
“I can step out,” he offered quietly. “I’ve heard how alphas are driven to ‘celebrate’ after a battle. They need you more than I do.”
“Don’t even think about leaving,” Rowan answered before I could.
I reached for Zak’s hand, threading my fingers through his. He looked at Flint for confirmation that he also accepted his presence.
Flint’s response was to start getting undressed. “Our mate wants you here, and so do we.”
Zak’s answering smile sent warmth spreading through my chest.
He nodded toward Flint. “Why don’t you take a seat, alpha?”
Flint raised an eyebrow but settled onto the chair beside the bed. Before I could move, Rowan’s hands were on my waist, guiding me backward into Flint’s waiting arms. I melted against Flint’s broad chest as Rowan went to his knees between our legs, his eyes burning gold with desire.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since Flint did it for us,” Rowan murmured, his fingers tracing up my inner thighs. “Felt how tight your pussy clenched on me as his tongue stroked you just right.”
The memory of that night — the five of us together when Gage and Heath kissed for the first time — sent a flood of heat to my core.
Flint’s arms tightened around me, one hand sliding up to cup my breast as his lips found the mark he’d left on my neck.
My dampness instantly turned to full-on waterworks at the feel of his hot mouth on the spot he’d claimed me.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Flint whispered against my skin, his voice a low rumble I could feel through my back. “Watching me taste you while Rowan fucked you?”
“Yes,” I gasped as Rowan’s breath teased the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
Flint lifted me slightly and pulled my hips into place, my back against his chest. The blunt crown of his cock pressed against my entrance for only a moment before he speared into me, taking me in one quick thrust. I gasped as he filled me completely, deeply satisfied by the stretch as my body instantly drenched him.
A crash from the other room drew our attention. Through the bookshelf opening, Heath and Gage grappled, tearing at each other’s clothes with desperate hands. The sight of them — all rippling muscle and primal aggression — made my mouth go dry.
“Goddess,” I breathed, unable to look away as Heath pinned Gage briefly before their positions flipped a moment later.
Rowan’s tongue chose that moment to slide through my folds, making me arch against Flint with a startled cry. The dual sensation — Rowan’s hot mouth between my legs and the visual of my alphas fighting for dominance — was almost too much.
“That’s it,” Flint encouraged, his fingers rolling my nipple as his other hand guided my hips toward Rowan’s eager mouth. “Let him taste how wet you are watching our alphas fight.”
Rowan groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. His tongue circled my clit before dipping lower, teasing my entrance in a way that had me squirming in Flint’s hold.
“Look at them,” Flint whispered, turning my face toward the opening between rooms.
Gage had Heath pinned against the wall now, their bodies pressed together, muscles straining as they fought for control. The scent of their arousal reached us even across the room, mingling with our own to create an intoxicating cocktail of desire.
Zak moved to stand in the perfect position where I could look through the opening in the bookshelves and then over at him with just a flick of my eyes.
As my gaze fell on him, he removed his shirt, revealing the gleam of metal at his nipples.
The sight of his piercings sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he let his pants fall next, revealing how hard he already was.
I nodded wordlessly, unable to form coherent thoughts as Rowan’s tongue explored, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me open for him. Flint shifted beneath me, the new angle making me cry out in surprised pleasure.
“I can’t wait,” Flint growled, his voice strained with desire, “to feel you come around me while you watch them.”
Rowan’s mouth found me again, his tongue circling my clit as Flint began to move beneath me.
Through the bookshelf opening, Heath and Gage grappled on the bed now, their naked chests heaving, their muscles rippling as they continued their battle for dominance.
At last, Gage gripped Heath’s hair, forcing his head back to expose his throat, forcing him to submit.
That’s hot,” Flint said, his voice barely above a whisper as we watched Gage leaned over Heath, inhaling in his scent.
“It’s… intense,” Zak agreed, his hands moving to his cock.
My attention was torn between the erotic display through the bookshelf and the sight of Zak stroking himself, thick and proud, adorned with gleaming metal barbells along the underside. It made me wonder what they would feel like as he entered me.
“You’re curious about them,” Zak noted, stroking slowly. “They feel even better than they look. ”
His naughty words had Rowan bringing renewed enthusiasm to his task, devouring me like a starving animal, getting sloppy as he licked every part of my exposed pussy… including my opening where Flint pierced me.
Flint’s rhythm faltered as he tried not to come.
“Fuck, man,” he breathed, his cock twitching inside me.
Rowan glanced up, his eyes widening briefly before lowering his head once more. The combination of sensations was overwhelming — Flint’s thick length stretching me, Rowan’s skilled tongue against my clit, the visual feast of Zak stroking himself while Heath and Gage got it on in the next room.
Through our bonds, I felt flashes of what Heath was experiencing — the thrill of challenging Gage, the desperate desire to submit to him. Their emotions tangled with my own, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that had me trembling on the edge.
“She’s close,” Rowan murmured against my sensitive flesh, his fingers digging into my thighs as he kept me spread for his greedy tongue.
“Come for us, Freya,” Flint commanded, his thrusts surging up into me. “Let go while you watch them.”
Through the opening, Gage pinned Heath down, his fingers exploring his ass.
Their dirty banter had me panting. And through the bond, I felt the twining of triumph coming from both of them — Heath wanted Gage to take him, and take him hard.
The display of dominance, combined with Flint’s cock hitting that perfect spot inside me and Rowan’s relentless attention to my clit, pushed me to the edge.
Flint’s teeth suddenly sank into his mark on the left side of my neck, where my shoulder met throat — opposite from where Gage had marked me.
The sharp pain mingled with pleasure, and I shattered, crying out as waves of ecstasy crashed through me.
My release triggered Flint’s, and he groaned against my neck as he pulsed inside me, his arms tightening around my waist, his hands cupping my breasts as Rowan continued licking.
I stared down at his head between our thighs, then raised my gaze to Zak’s bicep tightening and releasing over and over as he stroked himself, and I came even harder as all the shared sensations met me in the Bonded link.
The snarls and growls from the other room made my climax lengthen that much more, until I threw my head back in wordless ecstasy.
As I floated in the afterglow, boneless against Flint’s chest, I became aware of Zak’s gaze on me — hungry, appreciative… patient. Rowan sat back on his heels, his lips glistening with evidence of my pleasure, his eyes dark with unresolved need.
I reached for him, pulling him up for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. When we broke apart, I turned my attention to Zak, who was still slowly stroking himself, his piercings catching the dim light.
“That was hot,” I said, my voice husky from my release. “But I want to see more.”
Zak raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
The lingering waves of pleasure emboldened my curiosity. I’d sensed something between Zak and Rowan recently, and I wondered if Rowan was ready to embrace it.
“I want to see you pleasuring Rowan,” I said, the vision already forming in my mind. “Would you go on your knees for one of our alphas?”
“Gladly.” Zak’s eyes darkened with interest. “Your wish is my command,” he replied, his gaze flicking to Rowan.
Rowan’s body tensed as he looked up at me, surprise and arousal warring in his expression. I could feel his hesitation through our bond — his lingering distrust of anything magical, his uncertainty about Zak’s place among us.
“It’s someone else’s turn to kneel,” I told him, leaning forward to brush my fingertips along his jaw. Then I wondered if something else made him hesitate, so I added, “He’s one of us now.”
Through the bookshelf opening, I caught a glimpse of naked bodies glistening with sweat on the bed. The sight sent another pulse of heat through me, but I forced myself to focus on the men before me.
Flint shifted beneath me, his softening length slipping free as I moved to sit just in front of him. His arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my hip as we watched Zak offer a hand to Rowan.
As Rowan rose to standing, he stared at Zak, who averted his gaze like a good beta. Rowan’s instant arousal disappeared under a strange feeling I didn’t expect — shame.
“You don’t have to,” Rowan said gruffly, but his eyes betrayed his interest.
Zak smiled, a flash of white teeth against dark skin.