Page 238 of Broken Bonds

Earlier, someone set up a table near the monument, with coolers of bottled water under it and several unopened bottles of liquor—bourbon, whisky, vodka, tequila—and several packages of disposable shot-sized cups. And a garbage can, natch.

One of the Alphas who isn’t participating tonight, but who already fucked me, is fully clothed and manning the table. Mike walks over to him and asks to borrow his cell and makes a call.

I’m assuming to find out where the hell Jax and Shawn are, from how he steps away from the group.

He returns a moment later. “They’re almost here.”

When they finally arrive several minutes later, they’re both out of breath, but like a tsunami, a scent wave of sex washes off both of them.

“Sorry,” Jax says as he runs up.

Shawn draws curious looks from Pavin and Mike when he hangs back and grabs a bottle of water from the cooler.

Jax has everyone grab a shot. Todd gets us both bourbon, and Jax has me and Todd join him by the monument. “We have a tradition,” Jax says. “Before we start an initiation ceremony, the initiate reads off the names of all who’ve gone before, and then we drink a toast to them and howl to the heavens in hopes they know they aren’t forgotten.”

He lays a hand on my shoulder. “Everyone here has already accepted you into this pack, yet you wish to complete the process even though we’ve given you ample opportunity not to. I think you have more than earned your place among us, and you are more than worthy to read their names.”

He points to the first. I read them off, having already looked them over several times with Todd, so I already know the direction I need to go.

I touch each engraved name as I say it, honored that this pack—this family—has welcomed me.

And yes, that stupid bitch hormone brain of mine was a big fat liar. I absolutely feel loved and accepted.

Still had fun with the preliminary portion of the festivities, though.

It takes me five minutes to recite the names. When I reach the last one, I turn to Jax.

He now holds two shot cups and raises both. “This is for those we loved and lost. This is for those we haven’t met yet. This land is ours, and will be long after we are gone. May we one day be remembered by our pack, our names called, our spirits summoned to bless our new members and run with us as we celebrate.”

He tips one of the cups, splashing it on the bottom of the monument so it runs down the edge and into the grass. “This is for those who are forever now a part of this land, and for those who once called it home.” Then he drinks his shot, throws back his head, and howls.

We all do the same, a chorus of mostly howls, but also bugling, roars, and other cries all sailing up into the beautiful night while the crystal stars look down upon us.

And then Todd smiles, takes my hand, and pulls me in for a long, deep kiss. “Ready, baby?”

I grin. “Better fucking believe it.”

We walk farther into the woods, to a large clearing where the centerpiece is a large, flat stump, smooth, at least six feet across. Todd lies down on it, on his back, pulling me on top of him and kissing me. He buries his hand in my hair, fists it, the slight sting of good pain revving my engine.

The wood beneath us is nearly as smooth as a dinner table, obviously worn down by years of fucking.

Someone reaches between us and fists my cock while, behind me, hands slide down my back, to my ass.

“Someone told me you wanted to feel my knot, pup.”

It’s Jax. And I moan as he shifts and impales me, wasting no time jackhammering me, his dewclaws digging into my sides as his front legs hook onto me.

Hands reach between me and Todd and play with my nipples, rolling and tugging them, pinching them, and my cock jerks with every torment. I feel someone stroke Todd’s cock, and as a cock is presented to my mouth, Todd pulls me off his lips and points me at it.

I eagerly open, moaning as Jax’s knot quickly swells inside me and forces the first orgasm out of me. There are cheers at that and hands reach in, smearing my mess all over me and Todd. The guy fucking my mouth comes and pulls out, replaced by another cock. Every bit of drool and cum leaking from between my lips is smeared and licked across my flesh.

It’s a blur. It’s heaven. It’s even better than I imagined. As Jax’s knot forces several more climaxes out of me, hands touch, stroke. I’m held so people can fuck both my fists, and every time I look down, there’s Todd smiling up at me.

I don’t know how long it is until Jax’s knot goes down, but before any other cock can get in there, Todd flips my boneless body over, throws my legs over his shoulders, and sinks all the way in. He slowly fucks me as more hands reach in to play with my nipples and cock and people take turn using my mouth. Most of them don’t even come in my mouth, they use me to fluff them and then jerk off on us, smearing it in and moving out of the way for someone else to take their place. Sometimes guys push their heads in and Todd sits up without pulling out of me so my cock can get swallowed, licked, my balls fondled. Mouths tasting of me and other people kiss me, swapping spit and cum and sweat. I wish I could wrap my arms around anyone, but my hands are in use and coated with cum. Periodically, someone sucks my fingers and licks my palms just for another cock to take their place. My toes even get sucked, and how the fuck did I not know that was a thing?

As bodies exchange positions I get glimpses of the orgy in full progress around us, some guys using each other to get close just to paint us with their offering of jizz.

I lose track of time, lose track of how many climaxes I have even as Todd slowly fucks me. It seems like every time I’m ready to signal to him I’m done, as we agreed, someone else finds a new way to stroke my cock that gets me hard again.