Page 73 of Bound to Exiles (Rejected Wolf Pack #5)

Heath’s eyes flew open as Gage filled him completely, his gaze locking with mine.

The look that passed between us in that moment transcended words.

We shared the experience of being held between two loves, of being the center of a connection that defied all conventions.

I breathed in the scent of our shared arousal, his need driving me higher.

“Move,” Heath demanded, his hands finding my hips, and Gage began a gentle rhythm behind him.

As one, we all felt the sensation flooding the Bonded link as Heath’s mind overloaded with pleasure from simultaneously fucking me while Gage fucked him. And I understood completely, because the overwhelming fullness of Rowan and Heath filling me left me desperate for release.

We found a rhythm together, like a complex dance where each movement triggered another.

Rowan thrust up into me as Heath was driven forward by Gage’s powerful movements, Heath’s cock sliding deep into me to fill me completely before withdrawing, only to repeat the cycle as Flint and Zak were stroked in turn, their pleasure feeding into ours through our bonds.

The bonds opened wide, letting all of us feel everything from everyone in our small pack of outcasts and exiles.

I reveled in Heath’s pleasure at being filled by Gage while surrounded by my tight, slick heat. His eyes never left mine, allowing me to witness every flicker of emotion that crossed his face as Gage claimed him completely, driving him deeper into me with each thrust.

Rowan’s earlier doubts dissolved in the face of our collective pleasure. His big hands held me steady, his thumbs brushing my nipples in gentle counterpoint to the intensity of our joining.

Flint’s affection for each of us flowing freely through the bond as he watched us with hungry eyes. I bathed in his love and loyalty and unconditional acceptance. His hips snapped forward, thrusting into my hand anytime I grew distracted by the veritable buffet of delights before me.

Zak’s wonder at finding acceptance among us flooded the bond now that he no longer hid from us.

He felt unparalleled joy at finding a pack to belong where his dual nature was celebrated rather than rejected.

His magic hummed beneath his skin, enhancing our connection in ways that made the bonds between us glow brighter in my Odinswolf vision.

And Gage — my first mate, my pack alpha — his fierce pride for all of us radiated through the bonds like pure sunlight. His pleasure at claiming Heath mingled with his satisfaction at seeing his pack united, tempered by genuine devotion.

“My pack,” Gage growled, his voice thick with emotion. “My mates.”

The possessive declaration pushed us closer to the edge. The tension built in all of us, our pleasure feeding into each other through our bonds until it was impossible to tell where one ended and another began.

“I can feel all of you,” I gasped. “All at once.”

Heath nodded, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he stared into mine. “It’s like—”

He broke off with a moan as Gage hit a particularly sensitive spot inside him, pushing him toward a peak more intense than any he’d experienced before.

Gage completed Heath’s unfinished sentence. “Like we’re all one.”

The physical sensations alone would have been overwhelming — the stretch and fullness, the friction of my mates moving within me, the heat of skin against skin.

But it was the emotional connection of us all joined not just physically but through our bonds that threatened to overwhelm me.

Love and desire flowed from each of us to all the others, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that transcended the physical.

“Together,” Flint urged, his voice strained. “Let’s come together.”

The suggestion was all it took. My inner walls clenched, and the release crashed through us like a wave, each of us triggering the others in a cascade of pleasure that seemed endless .

My pleasure detonated Rowan’s, who gave a bestial growl as he found his release.

Pulsing alongside Heath’s cock, separated only by a tiny membrane, Rowan triggered Heath to come deep inside me while Gage found his own completion deep within Heath.

Flint’s length grew harder in my hand, until Flint and Zak followed us a split second later, their moans mingling with our collective cries as they painted us with their release.

From behind me, Rowan’s mouth found his bite on my nape, and Heath sank his fangs into Gage’s bite on my neck. Another orgasm took me by surprise, and I came so hard my vision went white, a scream tearing from my throat as my inner wolf howled out her joy.

With my outer vision blanked, my Odinswolf sight took over. Our bonds glowed like molten gold, weaving between us in intricate patterns that bound us together more tightly than any traditional pack or mate bond or Bonded connection ever could.

As the intensity finally began to ebb, we collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, no one willing to break contact completely.

I took Flint’s hand as he leaned in to kiss me.

Sweat-slick skin pressed against skin, hearts beating in gradually slowing rhythms, breath mingling in the close air of the cabin.

When Flint’s mouth released me, I turned my head to the other side, and Zak smiled and leaned in to kiss me next.

Heath carefully withdrew from me, allowing Gage to help him lie down beside Rowan, as Gage reclining on Heath's far side. Flint helped me disengage from Rowan, putting me on Rowan's other side, across from Heath. Then Flint settled in next to me with Zak behind him.

As we laid in the center of the massive bed, Rowan’s fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine, each touch sending gentle ripples of pleasure through our bond.

Flint’s breath warmed me as he pressed occasional kisses to my skin.

Heath clasped my hand across Rowan’s chest, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in a soothing caress.

Gage’s heavy arm bracketed Heath in, his smoldering eyes on me, his bond radiating with sheer joy.

And closing us in on the other side, Zak’s gratitude and appreciation surged when Flint pulled Zak’s arm around him to reach my hip.

In that moment, surrounded by my mates, I felt more complete than ever. Our bonds glowed golden in my Odinswolf vision, no longer just connecting each of them to me, but weaving between all of us in an unbreakable tapestry of love and loyalty.

The emptiness that had haunted me since Luka’s rejection and the fear that I would never truly belong anywhere were finally, irrevocably gone. In their place stood something I had never dared to dream of: a family built on choice rather than obligation, on love rather than pack tradition.

“Good thing this is a big bed, huh?” Heath’s wry voice broke the silence as we all came down from our post-climax high.

“You know what they say about big beds, don’t you?” Zak joked.

Heath raised his head as Gage smirked.

“A big bed needs a big pack,” Zak finished, drawing a giggle from me.

When we’d all settled back down, each silently resting and regaining our breath, Gage spoke up.

“Something’s different about our bonds now.”

“That’s true,” Flint agreed. “The Bonded connection feels… stronger now.”

“When they cut Heath off from us,” Zak began, “Freya talked to Tor, who reminded her to use her Odinswolf to repair the bond. I think that’s why it’s different from a typical witch’s Bonded link now.”

“But I couldn’t have done it without your magic helping me along,” I pointed out. “I think our bond is something else entirely now… a hybridization that only two hybrids could make.”

“Exactly,” Zak nodded, excitement lighting his eyes. “Something new, wolf magic and witch magic intertwining. But not just any wolf magic — Odinswolf magic.”

“It’s perfect,” Heath agreed. “Thank you both for bringing me back into the fold.”

“Thank you for not giving up,” I whispered, raising up over Rowan’s chest so I could kiss him.

When he pulled back, I settled back down onto Rowan’s chest, where I was amazed to see new hair growing where his old scars had once been .

“I never thought I could feel this way about so many people at once,” Heath whispered reverently, his eyes locked on mine.

Rowan wrapped his arm around Heath, wordlessly dragging him closer until we both laid our heads on Rowan’s wide chest.

“Same,” Gage agreed, his hand finding Heath’s and squeezing gently.

The simple gesture carried the weight of years of unspoken feelings finally acknowledged.

“I always thought love was supposed to be exclusive — one person, one mate. And my father’s rules about alphas producing heirs only reinforced that. He had… strong opinions about alphas.”

“So did my old pack,” Rowan growled, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek. “They were wrong.”

“You’re with us now,” Flint clasped Rowan’s shoulder. “We’re building something better.”

Gage nodded, his eyes moving to each of us like a born leader. “Our pack will always be different,” he said. “Not just alphas and subordinates, not just dominance and submission, but mutual benefit for all.”

“Good thing Freya showed up to teach you four alphas the way,” Zak teased, pulling a wry smile from our pack alpha.

“And you,” Heath added. “Your magic helped save the day. And your wolf…” He smiled, a flash of heat in his eyes. “Well, your wolf is pretty impressive too.”

Zak ducked his head, but not before I caught the pleased smile that curved his lips. “I’m glad to be accepted among the misfits.”

“That’s what makes us stronger than other packs,” Gage’s powerful voice bolstered us.

“Turns out that exile was the best thing that could have happened to any of us,” Flint agreed.

The truth of his words resonated through our bonds.

Luka’s rejection had set me on the path to finding my true mates.

Gage’s exile from Frost Fang had led him to create a pack that didn’t stand on tradition.

Heath had followed his heart rather than his father’s ambitions.

Rowan had discovered that relying on others wasn’t weakness.

Flint had found a family that valued his gentle strength.

And Zak had finally found a place that accepted his dual nature.

What would Tor find, when we finally met him?