Page 34 of Echoes From the Void (Shadow Locke Shifters #3)
Chapter 33
Frankie
After our time in the library, Dorian and I rejoined the others. We collected Finn and Tori from the cafeteria, where they’d been lost in conversation, and Bishop suggested we return to the pack house for our final night together. The walk back was quiet, each of us wrapped in our own thoughts about tomorrow’s looming deadline. Now, as we cross the threshold...
The pack house feels different as we cross the threshold—every shadow, every familiar corner holding memories we’ve built together. The void’s threat makes everything sharper, more precious. My shadows dance along the walls, remembering moments that now feel too fleeting.
I pause in the living room’s center, where we’ve shared so much—Leo’s laughter filling empty spaces, Matteo’s quiet strength keeping us steady, Bishop’s careful plans protecting us, Dorian’s frost patterns making beauty from chaos. Our home. Our sanctuary.
They move around me without speaking, each presence distinct through our bonds. Leo’s natural warmth fights against encroaching darkness. Matteo’s new fangs catch moonlight as he positions himself protectively close. Bishop’s Guardian marks pulse with contained power. Dorian’s frost swirls with newfound freedom and barely hidden fear of loss.
My shadows reach for them instinctively, drawn to their essence. Through our bonds, I feel their response—fierce love tangled with determination to face whatever comes.
“Don’t start planning yet,” Leo says softly, his shadows wrapping around us all. “Just... be here.”
Bishop shifts closer, practical even now. “We should discuss?—”
“Tomorrow,” Matteo cuts him off, voice rough with emotion. “Give us tonight.”
“You’re right,” I whisper, letting my shadows reach deeper, twining with their essence. My wolves stir beneath my skin, recognizing their mates. “Just us. Just now.”
Bishop’s Guardian marks pulse brighter as he moves first, his touch steady and sure as he pulls me close. Through our bond, I feel his careful control wavering. “Frankie,” he breathes against my lips before claiming them.
Leo presses against my back, his natural warmth chasing away shadow-chill. His mouth finds my neck as his hands slide around my waist. No jokes now, just pure need radiating through our connection.
Matteo balances to my left, predator-grace in every movement. His fangs graze my shoulder, testing, asking permission. When I tilt my head in offering, his bite sends pleasure sparking through our bonds.
Dorian completes our circle, his frost patterns dancing across my skin in delicate swirls. His touch is reverent, mapping me like something precious he needs to memorize.
Their essences merge with mine—shadow and light, frost and fire, Guardian power and primal strength all tangling together until individual bonds blur into something greater. Something whole.
“Bed,” Matteo growls softly, his protective instincts rising.
But Leo shakes his head, shadows already creating a nest of blankets and pillows in the living room’s center. “Here. Where it all started. Where we became pack.”
Bishop’s hands slide down my body, his touch firm and sure as he lifts me, carrying me to the large nest of blankets and pillows we’ve created in the center of the room. He lays me down gently, his body covering mine, his mouth finding mine again.
“Let us take care of you,” he murmurs, hands already working at my clothes.
Leo settles beside me, his hands exploring my body, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. Matteo claims my other side, his mouth hot on my skin, his fangs grazing, teasing, tantalizing.
Dorian kneels by my feet, his cool hands stroking up my calves, his frost following the path of his touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my knee, his breath a cool whisper against my heated skin.
Bishop’s kiss deepens, his tongue exploring my mouth, dancing with mine. His hands roam over my body, mapping every curve, every line. He breaks the kiss, his mouth moving down my jaw, my neck, his stubble rough against my soft skin.
Leo’s hands find my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing them to hard peaks. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips. Matteo’s mouth moves lower, his fangs scraping lightly against my skin, sending bolts of desire straight to my core.
Dorian’s hands reach my thighs, his frost swirling, a cool contrast to the heat pooling between my legs. He gently pushes my thighs apart, his mouth following the path of his hands. I shiver, anticipation coursing through me.
Bishop’s mouth reaches my collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He moves lower, his mouth finding my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple. I gasp, my hands gripping his hair, holding him to me.
Leo’s mouth finds my ear, his breath hot, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re so beautiful, Frankie. So perfect.” His hand trails down my stomach, his fingers dipping into my heat, stroking me lightly.
Matteo’s mouth finds my hip, his fangs sinking in lightly, a pinch of pain quickly replaced by a flood of pleasure. His hand joins Leo’s, his fingers sliding into me, stroking, teasing.
Dorian’s breath is cool against my hot center, his fingers gently parting me. His tongue flicks out, a soft, cool touch that sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. I cry out, my back arching, my hands gripping the blankets beneath me.
Their touches, their mouths, their love surrounds me, consumes me. I’m a writhing,
panting mess of desire, drowning in a sea of sensation. Every nerve ending is alight, every fiber of my being attuned to their touches, their scents, their breaths mingling with mine.
Bishop’s mouth claims my neglected breast, tongue and teeth working in perfect counterpoint to the rhythm Leo and Matteo have established below. Three distinct touches merge into one overwhelming sensation—Bishop’s clever fingers joining the others in a symphony of strokes that has me writhing, my hips rising helplessly to meet them. Like a well-rehearsed dance, they move together, each touch building on the last until I can barely remember to breathe.
Leo’s mouth moves from my ear to my neck, sucking and nipping, his hand gripping my chin, turning my head to meet his fiery gaze. “Look at me, Frankie,” he commands, his voice hoarse with desire. “Look at us, loving you.”
I hold his gaze, my eyes fluttering as Dorian’s cool tongue finds my clit, his frost swirling around it, creating a sensation so intense it’s almost unbearable. I whimper, my body trembling, my eyes locked with Leo’s.
Matteo’s fangs sink into my hip again, deeper this time, the pinch of pain pushing me higher, closer to the edge. His fingers, along with Leo’s and Bishop’s, thrust deeper, harder, their rhythm faster now, urgent.
“Come for us, Frankie,” Bishop murmurs against my breast, his voice vibrating through me. “Let us see you, feel you.”
And I do. With a scream that’s half-pleasure, half-pain, I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing, my shadows exploding outwards, enveloping us all. I feel their pleasure echoing mine, their desires merging with mine, their love wrapping around me like a cocoon.
As the waves of my orgasm subside, I reach out, my hands finding them, pulling them closer. “Want you,” I pant. “All of you.”
Bishop kisses me deeply, passionately, then moves aside, letting Leo take his place. Leo’s body covers mine, his heat searing, his eyes never leaving mine as he slides into me, filling me completely. I gasp, my body stretching to
accommodate him, my legs wrapping around his waist. He moves slowly, deliberately, each thrust a claim, a declaration.
“Mine,” Leo groans, his face transformed by equal parts ecstasy and fierce concentration. His claim pulses through our bond like a heartbeat, each thrust punctuated by a wave of possessive love that makes my shadows dance.
Matteo and Dorian flow into position like shadows themselves—Matteo’s heat on our left, Dorian’s frost on our right, their hands creating a devastating harmony as they explore both Leo’s tensed muscles and my sensitive skin. Behind Leo, Bishop moves with precise grace, his Guardian-trained hands steadying Leo’s hips while his mouth maps the constellation of freckles along Leo’s spine. The connection between all five of us ignites, pack magic turning our individual bonds into something greater than their sum.
I feel Bishop’s desire through our bond, his need to claim, to connect. He looks at me, a silent question in his eyes. I nod, giving my consent, wanting this, wanting them all connected.
Bishop enters Leo slowly, carefully, his gaze locked onto mine. I feel Leo’s pleasure spike, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic. The sensation of Bishop moving in Leo, pushing him deeper into me, is overwhelming. Our bond is a whirlwind of shared pleasure, love, and desire.
Matteo balances himself on one elbow, his free hand finding my clit while his other arm reaches across to grip Leo’s shoulder, anchoring us all together. Between gentle circles that make me gasp, I feel Dorian’s frost trailing over my skin, his cool mouth mapping a path along my shoulder as one hand explores Leo’s chest, our pleasure building in perfect harmony.
Our pack bonds illuminate like a web of starlight, each connection burning brighter as pleasure ricochets between us. Leo’s building orgasm feels like summer lightning in our bond, his body coiling tighter with each thrust while his natural warmth flares against my shadows. Bishop’s Guardian power adds depth like distant thunder, while Matteo’s protective energy wraps around us all like armor made of pure sensation. Above it all, Dorian’s frost creates patterns of exquisite contrast, turning overwhelming heat into perfect balance.
“Together,” I gasp, feeling my own release gathering like a storm of shadows and starlight. My power reaches for theirs instinctively, weaving the separate threads of our magic into something new and devastating. “Need to feel all of you, all at once, completely.”
Matteo’s fangs sink into my shoulder, his hand working faster between my legs. Dorian’s frost intensifies, his mouth finding mine, his kiss cool and deep. Bishop’s grip on Leo’s hips tightens, his thrusts matching Leo’s urgency.
And then we’re falling, tumbling into ecstasy together. Leo’s release triggers mine, our combined pleasure sending Bishop over the edge. Matteo and Dorian follow, their pleasure echoing ours, our bonds a kaleidoscope of shared ecstasy. Our bodies shake and tremble, our breaths mingle, our hearts pound in sync. Our love and desire swirl together, a storm of emotions that binds us, strengthens us.
We descend from our shared high in stages, bodies trembling and breath ragged. When Leo starts to shift away, I catch his wrist, tugging him back against my right side. “Stay,” I whisper, my other hand reaching for Bishop. They understand without words, rearranging themselves around me like protective walls—Leo curled against my right side, Bishop solid and warm on my left, while Matteo and Dorian bracket us at head and feet, their bodies forming a perfect circle of protection and devotion.
Bishop settles to my left, his arm draping across my waist as his fingers trace constellations on my skin. Matteo curls behind Leo, one muscled arm wrapped around Leo’s hip, thumb stroking circles there. Dorian completes our formation on my right, his cool chest pressed against my back as his frost dances along my spine, the five of us fitting together like puzzle pieces in our nest of blankets.
I look around at each of them, my heart swelling with love. “We’re not done yet,” I whisper, a small smile playing on my lips. Their eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating again with renewed desire.
Dorian’s touch traces a path down my hip that leaves delicate whorls of frost in its wake, like frozen ferns spreading across winter glass. Each pattern pulses with his power, sending shivers of pleasure-pain through my overheated skin. “What do you want, Frankie?” The words fall from his lips like snowflakes, soft but heavy with meaning.
My hand finds Matteo’s face, thumb ghosting over the dangerous curve of his fang. The contact sends a spark of recognition between us—predator and prey, protector and protected, the complex dance of power we’ve perfected. His dark eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with desire and something deeper, more primal. “I want to feel you,” I breathe, letting my shadows rise to dance with his. “Want to feel how our powers change when we’re connected like this.”
Matteo’s eyes darken further, desire and love warring in their depths. He leans in, capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. I feel his fangs graze my lip, a promise, a tease.
Bishop’s hand moves from my stomach to my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. “And what about me, Frankie?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. “What do you want from me?”
I turn to him, my eyes locking onto his. “I want you to claim me, Bishop,” I say, my voice steady, sure. “I want you to mark me, make me yours.”
A growl rumbles through Bishop’s chest, his eyes flashing with primal desire. He leans
in, his mouth finding my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder. I shiver, anticipation coursing through me.
Leo watches us, his eyes hooded, his hand moving to stroke himself, keeping his desire stoked. “And me, Frankie?” he asks, his voice husky. “What do you want from me?”
I reach out, my hand wrapping around his, guiding his strokes. “I want you to feel good, Leo,” I say, looking into his fiery gaze. “I want to watch you, see you come undone.”
Dorian’s touch trails down my hip like the first winter frost, leaving a path of delicious chill that makes my overheated skin tingle. His fingers find their target with devastating precision, the cool touch between my legs drawing a gasp as frost patterns spiral outward from the point of contact, dancing across my skin in mesmerizing swirls. “And me, Frankie?” The words ghost across my neck, his voice carrying that familiar mixture of aristocratic control and barely contained desire that makes my heart stutter.
I turn to him, my eyes meeting his ice blue ones. “I want you to be my balance, Dorian,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. “I want your cool to my heat, your calm to my storm.”
He nods, his frost intensifying, his fingers stroking me gently, building me up slowly. Matteo breaks our kiss, his mouth moving down my body, his fangs grazing my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Bishop’s mouth is hot on my neck, his teeth pressing lightly, a promise of the claim to come. His hand moves from my breast, sliding down my stomach, joining Dorian’s between my legs. Together, they stroke me, their touches complementing each other, hot and cold, fire and ice.
Leo’s hand moves faster under my guidance, his breath hitching, his body tensing. I watch him, my eyes locked onto his, our bond flaring with his pleasure. I feel his orgasm building, his body coiling tighter and tighter.
Matteo’s mouth finds my inner thigh, his fangs sinking in, the pinch of pain sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. His fingers join Bishop’s and Dorian’s, their combined touches sending me spiraling higher and higher.
“Now, Bishop,” The words escape on a desperate gasp as my body trembles on the knife’s edge of release. My shadows writhe around us, responding to my desperation. “Complete the claim. Make it permanent.”
Bishop’s teeth pierce my neck with ritualistic precision, the sharp bite transmuting instantly into liquid fire as his Guardian power floods the wound. Ancient magic recognizes ancient magic—his claim settling into my very bones as my shadows rise to meet it, twining together until the distinction between his power and mine blurs. The binding magic cascades through our pack bonds, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure and connection that shatters any remaining boundaries between us.
Through our bond, I feel Bishop’s satisfaction, his pride, his love. His pleasure merges with mine, amplifying it, prolonging it. I feel his release, hot and powerful, as he marks me, makes me his.
Leo comes with a groan, his body tensing, his eyes locked onto mine. His pleasure cascades through our bond, merging with Bishop’s and mine until I can’t tell where one ends and another begins.
Matteo’s fangs retract, his mouth moving to soothe the marks on my thigh. His pleasure is a slow burn, a steady flame that warms me from within. He looks up at me, his dark eyes filled with love and desire. “Your turn, Dorian,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
Dorian’s frost intensifies, his fingers stroking me faster, his cool touch prolonging my orgasm, drawing out my pleasure. I turn to him, my eyes meeting his ice blue ones. “Together,” I whisper, reaching out to grip his shoulder, pulling him closer.
He nods, his frost swirling around us, cocooning us in a cool embrace. He enters me slowly, his cool length a stark contrast to the heat of Leo and Bishop. I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Bishop moves to my side, his hand stroking my hair, his mouth pressing soft kisses onto my neck, soothing the mark he’s left. Leo mirrors him, his hands and mouth exploring my body, his touches gentle, reverent.
Matteo moves behind Dorian, his hands gripping Dorian’s hips, his mouth pressing kisses onto Dorian’s spine. I feel Matteo’s desire through our bond, his need to claim, to connect. Dorian looks at me, a silent question in his eyes. I nod, giving my consent, wanting this, wanting them all connected.
Matteo enters Dorian slowly, carefully, his gaze locked onto mine
Dorian’s cool breath hitches, his body tensing as Matteo fills him. I feel his pleasure spike through our bond, his frost swirling erratically around us. The sensation of Matteo moving in Dorian, pushing him deeper into me, is intense, overwhelming. The connection between us blazes like a supernova, each sensation echoing and amplifying through our shared bond.
I pull Dorian down to me, our lips meeting in a cool, deep kiss. His frost flows into me, filling me, soothing the heat that’s been building. I moan into his mouth, my body moving in sync with his, our rhythm matching the steady pulse of our combined pleasure.
Bishop and Leo’s touches grow more insistent, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of my skin, their love a warm blanket enveloping me. I reach out, my hands finding theirs, our fingers interlacing, our bonds strengthening with each touch.
Matteo’s grip on Dorian’s hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I feel his pleasure building, his desire merging with ours. The room is filled with our gasps, our moans, our bodies moving as one.
“Close,” I pant, breaking away from Dorian’s kiss. “So close.”
Bishop’s mouth finds my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. Leo’s hand slides between Dorian and me, his fingers finding my clit, circling, teasing. Matteo’s fangs sink into Dorian’s shoulder, his pleasure spiking, pushing us all closer to the edge.
“Together,” I gasp, my body tensing, my orgasm building. “ falling together.”
Dorian’s frost intensifies, his cool touch sending me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing, my orgasm ripping through me in waves of ecstasy. Dorian’s release crashes over us like an arctic wave, his frost crystallizing where it meets the inferno of my own pleasure, creating something entirely new and devastating in its intensity. The sensation triggers Matteo’s climax, his deeper power resonating through our bond like thunder after lightning, each of us catching and amplifying the others’ pleasure until the very shadows around us pulse with it.
Matteo follows, his pleasure echoing ours, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Bishop and Leo’s pleasure merges with ours, their touches gentling, their mouths pressing soft kisses onto my skin as we all come down from the intense high.
We collapse into a heap, limbs entangled, chests heaving. Our pack bond settles into a gentle pulse, like a shared heartbeat humming with peace and completion. Dorian rolls off me, but I pull him back, needing his cool presence close. Bishop nestles behind me, his warm body a comforting contrast to Dorian’s cool one. Leo lies in front of me, his head resting on my chest, while Matteo drapes himself over Dorian, his hand finding mine, squeezing gently.
I look around at each of them, my heart swelling with so much love it feels fit to burst. “My pack,” I whisper, a tear slipping down my cheek. “My loves, my life.”
Bishop presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his voice a low rumble. “Forever, Frankie. We’re yours, forever.”
Leo looks up at me, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Always, Frankie. No matter what happens, we’ll always be yours.”
Matteo nods, his dark eyes filled with love and devotion. “Till the end of time, Frankie. We belong to you, just as you belong to us.”
Dorian’s frost swirls gently around us, his voice soft, filled with emotion. “In this life and the next, Frankie. We’re yours, bound by love, bound by fate.”
I close my eyes, surrounded by their love, their warmth, their coolness, their strength. As we drift off to sleep, our bonds pulsing gently, I know that no matter what the future holds, no matter what trials we face, we’ll face them together.
And with that knowledge, I let sleep take me, content, loved, and completely at peace. Our pack, our bond, our love—it’s all that matters. It’s everything. It’s forever.