Page 70 of Bound to Exiles (Rejected Wolf Pack #5)

“I want to,” he assured him, sinking gracefully to his knees between Rowan’s legs directly in front of me and Flint. “I’ve wanted to since I healed you when we were alone in the woods together.”

I felt a surge of possessiveness from Rowan through our bond, mingled with a nervous fascination.

As Zak’s hands slid up Rowan’s thighs, I found myself entranced by the contrast between them — Rowan’s tanned skin against Zak’s deeper tone, the wild energy of my most bestial mate meeting the controlled power of a man who’d restrained his wolf for over a decade.

Yet Rowan held himself rigid, his whole body tense. It reminded me of the time I’d pushed him back against the tree after he’d pleasured me, and I’d taken him into my mouth. He’d been tense then, too…

Zak maintained eye contact with me as he wrapped his hand around Rowan’s length, stroking slowly. “Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked, his voice a teasing purr.

I nodded, unable to look away as he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste the tip of Rowan’s cock. Rowan’s breath hissed between his teeth, his eyes flashing gold as Zak took him deeper. Behind me, Flint’s breathing quickened, his fingers tightening on my hip.

“Damn,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on the scene before us.

Rowan’s large hand moved to palm the back of Zak’s head, a growl building in his chest as Zak hollowed his cheeks and took him deeper.

Rowan’s wolf rose to the surface, his eyes going pure gold with alpha dominance.

Yet the hungrier his wolf became, the tighter Rowan held himself, until the veins of his forearms looked like they would pop.

“It’s okay to want this,” I murmured, reaching out to stroke Rowan’s arm, not entirely sure where his hangups were coming from.

Rowan gritted his teeth. “I don’t want to—” he started, then broke off with a groan as Zak instantly pulled back, his expression alarmed .

“It’s okay if you don’t want this, Rowan,” Flint said. “If you only want Freya…”

“It’s not that,” Rowan gasped in a lungful of air, staring down at Zak, who remained frozen, his hand still on Rowan’s cock, but mouth pulled down in a worried frown.

“You can tell us, Rowan.” I took his hand. “You know I’m okay with this right?”

Rowan nodded. “I don’t want to fuck up and say the wrong thing… force him…” He stared helplessly at me, as though he couldn’t find the right words, then ended with, “He’s a beta.”

“You’re afraid you’ll use your alpha command,” I realized.

Rowan nodded, and his concern touched me deeply.

It made sense — Rowan couldn’t force me with an alpha command, because it would simply roll off my Odinswolf.

But he could command Zak, a beta. Even now, with pleasure clouding his judgment, Rowan was worried about consent, about respecting my newest mate’s boundaries.

“He doesn’t want to accidentally force you into something you don’t want,” I added, for Zak’s benefit.

He pulled back, licking his lips with deliberate slowness.

“Trust me,” he said, his eyes meeting Rowan’s golden gaze without flinching. “There’s very little I don’t want to do with that magnificent cock of yours.”

The blunt words drew a startled laugh from Flint and broke some of the tension. Zak winked at me before returning his attention to Rowan, taking him deep enough that I wondered if he somehow used magic to suppress his gag reflex.

Heath and Gage’s pleasure built in the next room, tangling desire, dominance, and surrender in the bond with us all. The intensity of their connection fed into our arousal, making me ache for more despite my recent release.

Rowan groaned as Zak did something particularly naughty with his hand on his balls.

I ran my palms over Rowan’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm.

When he turned his head to look at me, I captured his lips in a deep kiss, swallowing his moans as Zak worked him with obvious skill.

Rowan suddenly tensed, breaking our kiss with a gasp .

Through the bookshelf opening, we glimpsed Heath and Gage locked together, their bodies tense, fangs embedded in each other’s necks. The sight stole my breath — my two alphas, claiming each other as mates just as they had claimed me.

“They’ve claimed each other,” I whispered with a grin.

A roar echoed off the ceiling — Gage, lost in his own climax. The sound and the sensation flooding through our bonds pushed Rowan over the edge, his body jerking as he came in Zak’s mouth.

As Rowan shuddered through his release, I caught Zak’s gaze. His eyes held mine, dark and knowing, as he swallowed everything Rowan gave him. In that moment, something shifted between us all — a deepening of trust, an acknowledgment of the bonds forming between each pairing within our unusual pack.

The air in the cabin suddenly thickened with magic, and I felt something powerful pulse through our bonds. Magic radiated outward from the other room like a shockwave. I gasped, my hand flying to my chest as a new bond snapped into existence — golden, warm, and undeniably powerful.

“What—” Flint started.

Zak’s eyes were wide as he rose from his knees. “They did it.”

For so long, I’d been telling Heath that Gage wanted him as much as Heath wanted Gage, but I knew he would never believe me. He needed Gage to show him… and now he finally had. They were mates with a mutual mate bond.

Rowan’s hand found mine as we all felt the new bond settle into place. The sensation was different from when I had mated with each of them. Somehow it felt more layered, as if the web of connections between us all was becoming denser, stronger.

“I never thought…” Rowan’s voice trailed off, awe evident in his tone.

We sat frozen, watching as Heath and Gage slowly separated, blood staining their lips, matching bite marks adorning their necks. The raw intimacy of the moment made my eyes sting with unexpected tears.

Through our bonds, I felt their shock, their wonder, and beneath it all, a profound joy that neither had expected to find. I sent them my approval, letting my love wash over them so that there could be no doubt that I was happy for them.

Gage’s gaze found mine through the bookshelf opening, his eyes wide. I smiled, letting him see my acceptance written plainly on my face as his own shock filtered back to us through the haze of lust.

“Why would you be shocked?” Flint laughed. “Freya proved a wolf can have multiple mates. Did you think you were immune to being mated to each other?”

Gage propped himself up on one elbow to look through the peephole. “She’s an Odinswolf, though,” he argued, making me chuckle.

“We’re all Bonded,” Zak replied. “We’re all each other’s mates, regardless of whether we’ve been claimed or not. Your claiming bites just made visible what was already there.”

Rowan’s hand squeezed mine, and I felt his own surprise and then acceptance in the bond.

I sent my agreement along with a wave of affection that seemed to settle something in both Heath and Gage.

With my Odinswolf vision, the golden threads of our connections had shifted, creating new patterns that strengthened the whole.

Each new bond didn’t divide our love — it multiplied it, creating something greater than any of us could have imagined.

As Heath and Gage turned to each other, clearly needing a moment to process what had happened, I shifted my attention back to the men surrounding me.

Rowan’s eyes had returned to their normal hue, but desire still smoldered in their depths.

Flint’s hand had resumed its lazy exploration of my skin, while Zak watched me with patient hunger.

“My turn,” I murmured, reaching for Zak. “Lie down.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, but he complied without hesitation, stretching his long body across the bed. The ansuz rune glowed faintly beneath his cheekbone, matching the ones that marked each of my mates, including the five decorating my collarbones.

My gaze roved downward, taking in the sight of his intimidating cock with all its piercings.

“She’s curious about your piercings,” Flint observed to Zak, his voice thick with arousal as he watched my gaze.

Rowan rumbled out an agreement, “Look how her eyes dilate. ”

“Want to see how good they can feel?” Zak asked, directing the question to Flint and Rowan as much as to me.

His dick twitched with the question, and my eyes widened at the slight movement of the piercings. Was I ready to feel those entering me while Flint and Rowan watched? What if I didn’t like the feeling? Would my mate bond with Zak become nothing more than obligation?

My uncertainty flooded the bond, and Flint and Rowan instantly moved closer to me, as though trying to protect me from my own fears.

Zak silent words reached me. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to,” his kind, calm voice whispered in my mind. “We have all the time in the world to explore, to see what you like, and what you don’t.”

The private reassurance touched me deeply. I sent back gratitude and curiosity rather than reluctance, letting him feel that I wanted to learn his body, just perhaps not for the first time with an audience of alphas.

I moved to straddle his handsome face, then bent forward, bringing my mouth level with his impressive cock. The metal barbells gleamed in the flickering light from the fireplace.

Understanding flowed from Zak, along with a wave of desire as his hands settled on my thighs, guiding me lower toward his waiting mouth. The first touch of his tongue against my sensitive flesh made me gasp, the pleasure almost too intense after my earlier orgasm.

I wrapped my fingers around his length, exploring the unfamiliar texture of the piercings.

They were surprisingly warm, heated by his body, and the way they moved slightly under my touch was fascinating.

I leaned down to run my tongue experimentally along the tip of his cock, feeling two metal barbells pierced through the head roll against my lips.